****** A Reporter Back to School ******
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Synopsis: A news reporter goes back to school for some research about rumors of
that school, posing as a student. What she finds is so humiliation,degradation
and a lot

A REPORTER: Back to School 



It was the tiny manager's office of The Free Press, and Athena
Valentine was standing shamefully with head bowed before her
angry editor, who was seated behind his small, untidy desk. The
man was so upset with her that he had not even asked her to sit
in the room's only other chair.

She stared at the small, wrinkled face. It was red with fury as
he continued to read her hastily scribbled report, the few
strands of his remaining hair standing straight up over his
scalp. He looked like a spoiled apple that was about to explode!


The man was so angry he could only sputter, "Well? Well?"

Athena could no longer face her employer. She buried her face in
her hands and started to cry.

"Stop that damn sniffling and talk to me. Why are you back so
early? What happened? Where is your story?"

"W-what?" Athena mumbled. "Story? I-I haven't got one."

"What!" he screamed. "Why don't you?"

Consumed in shame, Athena could barely focus on what he was
saying. She should never have come back. But then, where else
could she have gone?

"I-I didn't hear you. What did you say?"

"What...in...hell...do...you...mean...you...don't...have...a...st
ory?" he carefully shouted, each word cutting into her like a
knife. "What in God's name have you been doing all this time?" 

Athena could only sob as she collapsed into the empty chair. She
could never explain to him or to anyone what had happened to her
at the vast Devereux estate. How her own body kept betraying her
time and again until life had become one long delicious nude
climax. She had even lost her precious journal, left behind with
all of her other possessions in her unplanned departure.

****

It had all happened so suddenly. She was on her first assignment
as an undercover reporter studying the secret world of nannies
and it had gone wrong from the very beginning. She could not
remember a day that she had not lost her clothes in some terribly
embarrassing way, her soon out-of-control body responding
outrageously to the slightest touch by anyone, even children! It
was all so confusing! 

Her wealthy employer, a Mrs. Devereux, was very sympathetic and
had even arranged a doctor's visit for her. That was how she
found out about her strange illness, and obtained the magic pills
that would calm her sexually overcharged body down and allow her
to reclaim her life once again. It was when they were leaving
the doctor's office that Athena had suddenly become afraid of her
employer. So many strange and inexplicable things had happened
to her since her assignment began as a nanny that she had flatly
told the woman she was not staying any longer with her and was
returning home. But Devereux had insisted that she remain with
them. Athena had even gone so far as to blurt out her true
purpose as an undercover reporter investigating the life of a
nanny, in the hopes that the woman would throw her out. 

To the reporter's surprise, the woman did nothing of the kind! 
Her employer did not seemed surprised at all, in fact her
confession seem to amuse her. Devereux then told her the most
outlandish story, how the children Athena had been caring for
were really her teenaged nieces that Devereux had used to seduce
her, and that Athena was to be the latest addition to the
Devereux household.

Naturally, Athena did not believe a word of it. She was far too
good a reporter to fall for anything as silly as that. Yet she
was still very frightened for reasons she could never explain. 
Something else was going on, but she was always so flustered she
was never able to think it through. Finally, confused and not
sure of anything any more, she reluctantly returned to her
employer's car and they took her back to the estate.

Her final week with the Devereux clan was the strangest of all. 
Beginning with the ride home, a pair of Devereux children were
her constant companions. She was stripped and kept that way the
remainder of her stay. Even her horribly revealing nanny-suit
had been forbidden her. Every time she would ask for something
to wear they just ignored her. It really did not matter, because
she rarely left the children's floor where her suite of rooms was
located. The children, a different set each day, kept her in a
constant state of sexual excitement. No matter what she did,
they were there with her. She could not even sleep nor eat
without being caressed and teased to the point of insanity. She
was kept on the edge for hours and hours until she would finally
break down and, her pride forgotten, plead for the release of a
climax. But it would only happen when they were ready, and they
were rarely ready. 

When she was allowed to cum, they made it an endless series of
heart-stopping orgasms which continued until she collapsed,
completely exhausted and spent.

Her precious SO pills upon which she had placed so much hope for
a normal life were also forbidden to her. They would cruelly
taunt her with them, and she begged to be allowed to take them,
but they would just laugh and put them away. But she fooled
them. She found out where the pills were hidden and was able to
sneak one every few days. 

What Athena never knew was that the pills were designed to
enhance her natural sexuality, not suppress it. So, she was just
doing exactly what they wanted, keeping herself on edge.

Athena's world was soon swallowed by her own out-of-control
sexuality. Her life turned into a weird erotic dream, where she
lost track of what was real and what was not. Even her desire to
escape had vanished into the maelstrom that had centered on her
demanding sex. 

But she was not totally oblivious to what was going on around
her, not yet. It was after one particularly challenging session
with the children that Mrs. Devereux had come into her room when
she was alone, and had taken a cell-phone call there. Her limp,
sweat-soaked hair was covering her face, so Athena was able to
watch the woman without being noticed. It was the one time that
Athena had ever seen her employer become angry. The woman barked
about "poor security" and "how dare they investigate me," before
switching into rapid-fire French.

****

Devereux was furious. Her main agent in the FBI informed her
that she was now the subject of investigation by the
law-enforcement agencies of three countries, including the United
States. The stupid fool, letting it go this far before telling
her about it. What did he think she was paying him all that
money for? He should have blocked it long before this, he was
high enough. It was all so irritating. Now she had to get rid
of her latest beautiful plaything, just when the girl was ripe
for picking, and she had to do it in such a way that the girl
would not be missed by her idiot of an editor or her family, nor
would she want to make a nuisance of herself by trying to return
to the estate.

As soon as she lost her tails, that's when she would do it.

****

It was when the nieces returned that Athena heard Mrs. Devereux
tell them that she was being harassed by the immigration people
again, and so it was imperative that nothing happen which would
draw any attention to the family. Before falling into a puzzled
sleep, Athena was chillingly conscious of being watched by three
thoughtful pairs of eyes.

It was the very next day when they had taken her out for a
shopping expedition. It was the first clothes she had worn since
she had visited the doctor so long ago, and they felt strange to
her. After being led from shop to shop without buying anything,
they took her back to the limo and left the mall. The Devereux
children had been working on her naked body again in the back
seat (how they could always strip her so confidently any time
they chose was something that mystified her still) when the car
stopped suddenly.

Mrs. Devereux said briskly, "It's clear. Do it!"

They had her backed up against the door. Someone must have
opened it, because suddenly the door was gone! She flailed her
arms, trying to stop from falling. In a flash she was sitting
naked on the empty hot sidewalk, surrounded by her clothes, and
about 15 seconds away from a fabulous climax! She was in such a
fog she just stupidly sat there and watched the limo drive away
as she wondered what happened. Suddenly, Athena screamed in pain
as she felt her tender bottom baking on the hot pavement. She
jumped up and began rubbing her sore buttocks. It was then that
the awful truth of her situation came to her. She was naked and
the limo was gone! 

Screaming in total panic, she tried to run after the car but it
had disappeared! While astonished pedestrians came running to
see what all the noise was about, she instinctively went back and
quickly bent over to blindly grab what clothes she could reach,
then ran! Ran like the scared naked rabbit she was! 

Thank God the limo had not yet reached the freeway. They were
still outside the giant mall and Athena was able to quickly duck
into the underground parking garage. She hid panting behind a
large trash dumpster and quickly got into her only clothing, a
short tight black skirt and a transparent white blouse. She
didn't have time to find anything else. She had no shoes or
underwear. Mrs. Devereux had been holding her purse for her, so
she had no money or identification. Wrapped inside her blouse
she did find her precious bottle of SO pills, and she put the
bottle in the waistband of her fastened skirt.

After waiting a few minutes, Athena did not see any sign of
pursuit or rescue. She sneaked a look back toward the street but
the limo had not returned and her remaining clothes were no
longer there. She was stunned. They had left her!

Athena knew she looked a mess, but what was she to do? Trying to
appear as inconspicuous as possible, she padded up the first
stairs she could find to the lowest shopping level and went
looking for a phone. She tried the various Devereux numbers they
had given her, but since she was calling collect, they would not
accept the charges! She begged some change from a kind clerk in
a clothes store and went back to the phones, but now the numbers
were no longer in service! They had changed the numbers! She
felt so miserable! It was like she had just been thrown away!

She stumbled around the giant mall for a time, trying not to cry
and failing. Gathering up her courage, she finally made the one
call she had been avoiding. She phoned her editor collect, and
he grumpily arranged for a return flight (coach), and even a ride
to the airport from the mall, but refused to send her any money
for food or clothes. 

Unfortunately, it was several hours until her ride to the airport
arrived and, unable to cope with peoples' stares any longer, she
had spent them hiding miserably in a stall in the ladies'
restroom. 

Her flight home was equally miserable, squeezed as she was in the
crowded seating of economy class. She was so afraid that someone
would take advantage of her undressed condition that she could
hardly sleep.

Her ride, a guy from sales, picked her up at the airport when
her flight arrived early that next morning and she sat in stony
silence, ignoring his lame attempts at conversation, as he took
her back to the paper.

****

Now her she was, seated before her angry boss, a failure at her
first undercover assignment.

"No answer, eh? It figures. You might be interested to know
that we received a message from the Frothingill's School of Child
Care for the Privileged this morning. They received word from a
Mrs. Devereux yesterday that you simply left her employ without
reason and therefore are not entitled to any salary you might
have earned. In fact, it says here that they collected all of
the belongings you left behind and are turning them over to the
local FBI office for investigation. It seems you did not make a
very favorable impression."

"Whaaa!" was the devastated Athena's only response.

"Oh, and Frothingill has cancelled your nanny certificate. You
are no longer licensed to care for children."

"Whaaaa!" Her life was ruined! She was a complete failure at
the one thing she had wanted to become, a reporter.

The editor softened at the sight of his newest reporter crying
her lovely eyes out. Perhaps there was something to salvage
here. It was a plan he had been thinking about for some time,
and now was the perfect time for it.

"Okay, Nanny," said the editor calmly, his anger forgotten. "I'm
going to give you a second chance."

"But I can't be a nanny any more!" Athena sniffed.

"'Nanny' is your official code name, idiot. That's how you'll be
known from now on. I've been reading up on this undercover stuff
and this time we'll do it right."

"Undercover again? Oh, gosh. I don't think I could."

"Look. Take some time off, go back to your apartment, wash your
feet, and relax. This is the opportunity of a lifetime I'm
talking here."

"That's what you said the last time. I'm really tired of
investigative journalism. It didn't work out at all the way I
thought it would. I want to go into the research department
where it's safe."

"No you don't. It's terrible. They get paper cuts there all the
time."

"That's all right. I'll be very careful and wear gloves. 
Libraries and books, that's what I want from now on."

"Nonsense! You'll be fine. It was your first job, that's all. 
Next time, you'll be much better prepared. For this one, you
will not even have to leave town. There is a local school that
needs investigating. There are all kinds of rumors floating
around about it, but nothing definite. You'll be going in as one
of the students. Plus, you will not be going in alone. This
time the entire resources of The Free Press will be behind you."

"A student? Oh, please! No more kids!"

"Now, now. Stop complaining. Most reporters would give their
left...uh...eye tooth for an opportunity like this. Why are you
so worried about the students, anyway? You're the college
graduate. Inside of a week, you will have them wrapped around
your little finger. Hell, inside of a month I'll bet they'll be
electing you class president!"

"Gee, do you really think so?"

"Of course! Actually, that's what I'm hoping for. It will be
much easier this time. Look, I've even got you equipment. 
Here's a really neat pager I got for a bargain at the local pawn
shop. It has a silent mode, so no one will ever know that
you're in communication with the outside. It even has a little
screen for messages that I can send you from my computer. That
way I can be in constant contact with you and no one else will
ever be the wiser. Is that great or what?"

"A pager! But most schools don't allow their students to have
pagers anymore."

"They don't? Well, hide it somewhere."

"Yes, of course. How easy. Just hide it somewhere."

"That's right."

"And how am I suppose to contact you?"

"You make everything so complicated. Just find a phone
somewhere. I'll be listed as your guardian, so if we call each
other occasionally no one will be suspicious. Plus, that way
they will call me in case anything does happen. See, I've
thought the whole thing out. You can even stay at your old
apartment. By the way, you wouldn't happen to have your own
cellular phone, I suppose?" 

"Humph! On my salary?"

"Thought not. You know, Miss Valentine, I am surprised at your
attitude. May I remind you that this paper set you up at
considerable expense on the undercover story of a lifetime, and
you blew it. Since you refuse to tell me what happened, I can
only assume that it was probably your own inexperience which
caused you to be found out and quit. Okay, then. Here is your
chance to redeem yourself, or not. It's all up to you. I guess
you must ask yourself the basic question: how committed are you?
Do you really want to win the Pulitzer Prize for investigative
journalism, or don't you?" 

"I do! I really do!"

"That's my girl."

"I do want to win it. That's all I could think about all through
college. But, still! Where is this school I'm suppose to be
attending? If it's a local school, couldn't I be recognized by
someone on the staff? I mean, it has only been four years since
I graduated high school."

"It's okay. I checked your file and you never went there. It's
the Elizabeth Borden High School."

"Oh, my. I've heard that things can get a little rough there
sometimes."

"Really? From who?"

"Friends of friends who went there. They always called the place
"Lezzy Borden," but would never say why.

"That's what I mean. A lot of rumors floating around, but very
little fact. Rumors of wild s-s-s-sex, er, hanky panky, going on
between students and sometimes even the staff. Wow! What a
wonderful story this could be! It's the perfect time for a good
reporter to make her mark! Just remember though that this is a
family newspaper, and we want to keep it that way."

Athena turned white at the mention of sex. "Not again!" she
screamed in her mind. "Please God, not again!" She trembled
with sudden cold as she remembered the small hands of the young
children roaming freely over her proud body, and wrapped her arms
around herself. Mrs. Devereux had told her they were actually
her teenage nieces, but Athena still did not believe her. She
knew innocent if somewhat spoiled children when she saw them. 

But now her editor, who had placed a great trust in her and whom
she had failed miserably, has now seen fit to give her this
second chance. So be it. This time it would be very different.
She would be with teenagers in a public school, and they
certainly would not dare to take advantage of her in such an
environment, especially with teachers all over the place. She
knew now how to take care of herself. Oh, yes! There will not
be any problem about that at all. Any boy who even thinks about
touching her will be expelled for life! That is, after the
lawsuit of course. At last she would be able to concentrate on
her job of mingling with the other girls and not having to worry
about anything else. Thankfully, these girls were not children.
They were proper young women, on the verge of adulthood. They
certainly would not even think about wanting to touch her, to
explore her adult body at every opportunity the way those crazy
Deveroux children always seemed to be doing. She would finally
be safe from all of that!

The more Athena thought about it, the more her initial misgivings
were replaced by her old dreams of journalistic glory. Finally
she made her decision. Her editor was right! She WOULD do this!
In fact, she must. It could very well be her last chance. If
she ever wanted to be an important reporter anywhere again it was
up to her to bring back the REAL story of what was happening at
Elizabeth Borden High School. 

She dropped her arms and faced her editor with new-found
confidence.

"I see it now. Thank you for this second opportunity, sir. I
know I can do it."

"That's the spirit! Now, for this to really work, you must be
elected Queen of the Prom."

"What! Prom Queen? You can't be serious!"

"Why not?"

"Because, she's usually the most popular girl in school. I'll
just be there a few months at most before the election."

"Then you'll have to get busy. Becoming Prom Queen will be an
excellent way to prove you have truly blended in and become one
of them. The success of your series therefore requires it."

"My series?"

"Of course. This time I want an article a week, and it had
better be on my desk by close-of-business every Friday, or else
you can kiss your career in journalism good-bye!"

"Good-bye?" Athena wailed. "But why?"

"Because I am not sponsoring another paid vacation for you,
that's why. I want concrete results. I also expect you to
follow it through this time, doing what ever it takes to make it
all the way to the finish. If you even think about dropping this
assignment and come running back here to work before I officially
end your investigation after the prom, Miss Valentine, you can
just forget it!"

"Oh, please, sir. Not my job!"

"Well, then?"

"I...I promise. I will stick it out this time. It was only that
last time things just got so out of control, I didn't know what
to do!" 

"Whenever that happens, just use your common sense, girl. You're
not stupid, you know. But remember, the story (along with your
job) should have priority over everything else. You must be able
to blend in as a typical student until the prom, and then win
that. You must think and act exactly as they do, only better. 
Understand?"

"Yes, I (gulp!) understand completely Stay with it, no matter
what, and be better then they are."

"That's right, be the best. Now, about the prom. I understand
your concern, so I have a campaign for you all worked out. Don't
worry about the guys. Dress like a teen and you'll have their
vote regardless of what you do. It's all the girls you'll have
to convince."

"Gosh, how can I do that in so short a time?"

"Constantly show them what a superior woman you really are. Find
the elite of the senior class and not just join them but become
one of them, lead them. Like I keep telling you, you are the one
with the college education. Miss Valentine, you must not only
dress and act like a high school senior, but a superior one at
that. You have brains, ability and looks. Sweep them off their
feet. They are still kids after all. Take charge! Make an
impression on them that they will never forget. You are the
superior woman, so be sure to let everyone know it! If you
become the best student in that school, they will certainly
follow you, Athena Valentine, High School Queen!"

Athena's head began to spin. It all sounded so wonderful. She
would finally get what was coming to her. Her own experience at
high school was not a happy one. Athena had been so quiet, so
proper, so grown-up for her age, that she hardly had any friends
at all. She didn't date and always dressed sensibly. She did
not even attend her own prom, because she thought it was such a
foolish waste of time and money. It was only her dream of
becoming a reporter that made her able to endure the barren
experience of high school and pass on to college. Yet later,
after watching her younger slut of a sister in the same school,
it was clear to Athena that Alexis was having all the fun and all
the friends. Now, it was her turn. She always knew she was
better then most if not all of her contemporaries when she was at
school. She had the better body and the better mind, and now she
could finally prove it.

Athena turned away from the eager face of her editor, and looked
through the room's only window, a small, dirty pane of glass
hardly worthy of the name. The beauty of the late fall beckoned
her.

"Yes!" she thought. "He is absolutely right. No more mistakes!
At last I will be in a place where no one will be able to take
advantage of me, because finally I will be the one totally in
control. At Elizabeth Borden I will be the superior woman! I
was such a nothing when I was in high school. No one even knew I
was there. Well, it's my turn now! This time they will all
definitely know that I was there! Pulitzer, here I come!"

She turned back to face her editor again, her decision made.

"I'll need money for clothes and things."

"Of course. See Accounting and they'll cut you a check for what
ever you need to prepare for your assignment. Just keep it
reasonable, okay? We are not called The Free Press fornothing."

"It's my assignment now, and I'll get exactly what I need."

"Great. Keep that wonderful attitude of yours and that Pulitzer
is in the bag. Now, hand me those chicken ads from that basket
over there, then go home and clean yourself up. You know we have
a dress code here. Oh, and don't forget your pager."

*****


Athena had been undercover for so long, and had immersed herself
into her student role so completely that she had practically
forgotten who she was and why she was on assignment. Whenever
she looked into a mirror, as she was doing now, she no longer saw
Athena Valentine, eager young journalist who was forever prim and
proper. Now she only saw Athena Valentine, the beautiful, all
powerful high school senior who was willing to do anything to get
what she wanted simply because she knew she was superior to those
around her, and therefore deserved to act as she pleased. She
could not say when this startling change in her personality
occurred. Perhaps it happened when she deliberately squashed her
first freshman just for the fun of it, or maybe it was the time
she first teased a teacher into giving her a grade much higher
then she actually deserved. 

She was surprised at how easy it was teasing teachers and others
of the school's staff into getting what she wanted. Who would
have thought it? Homework? Who were they kidding? Who had time
for homework? A hastily scribbled note that she wrote herself,
an 'accidental' look at her girlish cleavage, a soft hand on a
masculine forearm, a breathy "Thank you," and she was excused
from another assignment. It was great! Was it her fault that
her social schedule was so busy she just didn't have time for
those silly old assignments? Working as a volunteer assistant in
the Administration Office didn't hurt either. It gave her direct
access to those who run the school, and her influence in school
affairs was remarkable. It was only her Friday updates with her
editor which served to remind her who she truly was, but even
that line was becoming blurred for her. Athena now knew that he
wanted her (didn't all men?), and she made his life a living hell
with outrageous demands for expensive clothes and other things to
keep up her status as the best-looking senior in school. 

The night before she was to begin her new undercover assignment,
Athena had come to a decision. It occurred to her that her first
assignment had been a disaster for the simple reason that she had
been far too nice, and everyone felt free to take advantage of
her naturally kind nature. Well! Those days were gone! No one
was ever going to take advantage of her again, ever! She had
seen the light and nothing would ever be the same for her again.
Her mouse days were over. Although deep down it wounded her soul
to have to act like this, she knew she had to change at least
this once in order to succeed. It was simple enough. She would
just put her overripe conscience on hold for the duration of the
assignment. It was too important for concerns about right and
wrong, about the proper way of conducting herself with others. 
Oh, no! She would be the predator now. She would be the one who
takes shameless advantage of others for her own benefit. For the
first time, she, Athena Valentine, would have the upper hand and
she was determined to play it for all it was worth. 

And to her complete surprise, it worked! She would not have
believed it possible, but by becoming the very thing she had
hated when she herself was a senior, she had become a success! 
She had become an excellent manipulator, using every means at her
command to gain what she wanted. 

The beautiful nude reporter couldn't help but smile, as she
looked in the mirror. She was now one of the social elite. Her
whole assignment had gone just like she (really her editor) had
planned. She picked as her friends only those who could help her
climb up the social ladder. She didn't have time to waste on
people who would do her no good. She made sure she was always
the prettiest and best dressed girl there, in order to make her
the natural candidate for this year's Prom Queen. If by chance
another girl might be providing a little too much competition,
Athena had found that there were ways of edging them out. Make
them look ridiculous in public, change a few grades in the office
where she worked, all sorts of things were possible to the new
and (she thought) certainly improved Athena Valentine.

The behavior code was her greatest achievement. On her first day
in school she volunteered to work in the administration office,
and had been there ever since. Athena swiftly gained the respect
of the principal and her staff with her high level of competence
(it was the only place in school where she actually worked hard)
and her many suggestions for improving the school. One of these
ideas was to institute a revised code of student behavior, a code
that was much stricter then the previous one and for the first
time introduced serious limits on what students could wear or not
wear to school. Actually, the school officials were planning on
doing it anyway, but Athena was able to help push the idea along.
Of course, she did not hesitate to let her fellow students know
that it was all her doing, and that she had done it because she
cared about them. It actually helped to boost her standing all
through the school. 

For the first time in her life, boys were knocking down her door
just to stand next to her, and she discovered to her surprise
that she loved using and teasing them. Not that she ever made
good on an understanding or a sly promise. Boys weren't
something that really interested her any more, and she wondered
if her strange experiences at the Devereux estate had anything to
do with that. All guys ever wanted were to get into her precious
panties. It really disgusted her, the thought of their horrible
cocks trying to violate her proud body. It was a measure of her
fierce determination to succeed, of how far she was willing to
go, that she dated at all. 

Once she went too far and it had been a disaster! She actually
touched a cock, because she thought the stupid jock could help
her join the cheerleading squad. Shivering at the thought,
Athena remembered how at the very first, slight touch of her
trembling hand the drunken fool had cum all over her new dress,
and ruined it. She spent the remainder of that terrible evening,
after she burned the dress in her apartment's incinerator, in the
shower trying to scrub herself clean, but she never really
succeeded. She had felt dirty for days after that. If she lived
to be 100, she knew she'd never want to touch another one. Ugh!
She only went out with boys now to keep up her popularity with
them. 

Looking closely at her lovely face in the mirror, it looked
almost too perfect to be real. She had always been in awe at her
own beauty, but lately she had become absolutely mesmerized by
it. It was still her, of course. The numbers had not changed
greatly: 35-22-34, 5'6" at 112 pounds and she always worked very
hard to make sure that they didn't. She had large innocent blue
eyes, a cute turned-up nose, and a pair of nice pouting lips, all
of which were framed wonderfully by her dark blonde hair that ran
down to her back. She always wore it parted in the middle, with
bangs cut just to the tops of her eyebrows. It was a part of her
young-girl look, and it suited her perfectly. Her firm body was
breath-taking (a look in any boy's eyes told her that), a glowing
brown from head to toe, tanned periodically by the expensive
tanning machine she told her editor she simply had to have, and
of course he had leased it for her. 

Athena looked down in wonder. Below her indented waist she was
completely hairless and she still had not gotten used to it. The
result of a recent drunken party given by her 'friends' (the
idiots), the hairless pussy made her look like a very young girl
indeed. It was also still very sensitive and could become very
distracting at times, which surprised her. "If it always feels
like this after it's shaved, then why do the other seniors keep
doing it?" she wondered. 

Her legs, along with the rest of her disciplined body, were
perfectly sculptured by the many exercises she did every single
day. She could not abide those girls who were unable to keep
themselves in shape. They were just so gross it almost made her
sick every time she saw one. 

The new Athena Valentine found herself very impatient with any
sort of physical imperfection. She looked good, so why shouldn't
everyone else?

She turned and looked at her bare tanned rump, thinking how nice
even that looked for a change. But the thing that most people,
well, guys anyway, saw were her breasts. You couldn't have
bought a more luscious pair, sitting high and proud on her chest
at an impressive 35C. 

Yes, she was quite a vision at 22 and still was able to easily
pass as 18. And today was going to be her greatest moment. She
was going to be crowned Queen of the Senior Prom. Not only would
it make her silly editor happy, it would also make her the envy
of every girl in school and for the moment that seemed more
important. 

Feeling very pleased with herself, she giggled when she thought
of her name being called as the winner over the auditorium's
speakers. It fit her perfectly: Athena Valentine. At one time
she thought her name a little embarrassing, but now she just
loved it when her teachers called her Miss Valentine in class.

Yes, things were finally going her way. At last, she was the one
firmly in control and she was going to win! Finally! Guys
wanted to be with her, and girls wanted to be her. It was
perfect!

She smiled once more at her perfect reflection and began to
dress.

***

What Athena didn't know was she had made many, many enemies on
her rapid climb to the top. Today three of them, Paige, Natalie,
and Lisa, had made plans to get even with little Miss Perfect. 
Athena had always treated them like second class citizens, only
because they were underclassmen and certainly weren't as
attractive as she was. She couldn't be seen talking to students
like them, she actually told them once. What would peoplethink?

Today they were going to get even for the months of her snotty
comments and stuck-up attitude. Her oppressive presence could be
felt everywhere in school and they hated her for it. The way
she'd used her influence to get the behavior code changed, so
that she would be dressed nicer than anyone else. Now at
Elizabeth Borden, the only things that girls who weren't seniors
or juniors could wear were practically school uniforms. There
could be no more bare midriffs, mini-skirts, cut-offs, or
underwear that showed. The list was almost endless. Even not
wearing a bra or panties could be cause for dismissal if
discovered by school officials. Not only did Athena cause the
new code to happen, she made it her business to see that it was
enforced as well. If any students, especially the girls who were
lower classmen (freshman and sophomores), didn't wear what they
were suppose to, Athena made sure that the school's principle
found out about it.

On the other hand, juniors and especially seniors could wear
almost anything they wanted. It was all so unfair! 

Today was special. Today was 'get even day' for the three
sophomores. They all had been good friends and constant
companions from the first grade. The Three Amigos they always
called themselves because of their Spanish heritage. They all
physically resembled each other with their straight black hair
and liquid brown eyes. They even dressed alike. You would have
thought they were sisters or at least cousins to see them, but
they were not related at all. The girls were smart and
personable, but became rather shy and unsure of themselves in
school, as only young teenagers who come from overly-sheltered
homes can sometimes be in their first uncertain outings in the
real world. 

Athena treated them like dirt because they were, to put it
simply, rather plain. They were flowers which had not yet
bloomed and it showed in their thin faces and just-developing
young bodies. They had irritated Athena probably because they
were so unassuming and the haughty senior took special delight
in harassing them whenever she could. 

Only now it was to be their turn to do the harassing. Faced with
the unpleasant prospect of Athena Valentine lording over them for
the remainder of the school year, the girls decided that it was
time for action, and so the idea of 'get even day' was born. 

* * * *

Athena was alone in the girl's gym. She stood on the top row of
the bleachers (she loved being higher than everyone else), as she
waited impatiently for her friends on the Prom Committee. The
large empty room was already showing signs of tonight's
activities with balloons and bunting attached to the walls. At
noon the long flexible wall separating the boy's and girl's gyms
would be pulled back and no further classes would be held here. 
The committee was to meet in order to review any final
arrangements which had yet to be completed. In fact, it had all
been done some time ago, but Athena wanted everyone to know that
her approval was still required before anything happened, even
though she wasn't actually a member of the committee, but a kind
of self-appointed advisor. Not that she was going to help to
actually help them run anything tonight, as she had much more
important things to do.

Athena knew she was a vision standing there, in the fabulous and
expensive clothes she always wore. A fussy cashmere sweater with
cute tiny buttons, the material pink and not too tight, yet
clinging enough to show off her lovely firm breasts. A skirt
that hugged her hips and came down to three inches above the
knee. The skirt was not that high, but with her legs it was
still enough to make the boys stare, the animals. On her slender
feet Athena wore a pair on single-strap, 4-inch black pumps. 
Students weren't supposed to wear heels that high, but she had
gotten the principal to stretch the rules for her just a bit. 
They made her legs look so good! Being beautiful had its rewards
and she just loved every minute of it. She wondered with her
success tonight if she could have her editor (the worm!) extend
this assignment for the remainder of the school year. She was
having way too much fun just to give it all up and return to
being a struggling reporter.

While she waited, Athena caught several boys looking at her
through the door connecting to the other gym. She pretended she
didn't see them, as she turned around to place her books on the
bleachers. Making sure, of course, to show her butt to them by
bending down extra low. Then, after turning back around and
casually putting her arms behind her back, she pushed her
impressive breasts out. Athena loved to show the boys a tiny bit
of what they must surely dream about, but could never have. She
pretended to just catch sight of them and smiled innocently, then
waved. They all blushed and ran off. "Yes, it is very nice
being on top for a change," she said.

While she was waiting, she decided to put her long hair in one
braided ponytail running down her back. She often wore it that
way, because it looked so attractive. Besides, it kept the long
hair out of her face.

Athena looked up at the clock. "Where are they?" she wondered.
"I can't believe they stood me up again! Well, I can't wait all
day, or I'll be late for class."

She irritably looked towards the door for one last time as she
bent down to pick up her books and knocked them off the bleacher
and down between the open slots of the stands. "Shit!" Athena
cursed under her breath. She thought about leaving them, but her
paper on 'The War of 1812' was in her notebook. Athena couldn't
leave without it. Her teacher, Miss Bohon, was one of the few
female teachers she had. She was also one of the only women who
could turn heads as well as Athena could. Athena constantly told
all who would listen about what a bitch her history teacher was
because the woman was always acting so unfair to her. They were
always having words. Miss Bohon had actually told her once that
if she ever came to class with her top unbuttoned again, she
would give her detention. Her, a senior! 

Lately Athena had been arguing about having to do this history
paper right before the prom. She had been doing this for two
weeks now without success despite everything she tried. She even
had some of her male teachers come after school and try to
intercede for her. Finally, Miss Bohon told her flatly at the
end of yesterday's class, "Turn in the paper tomorrow on time,
Athena, or you shall fail, big time." 

Failing a class was the worse thing that could happen to her
right now. It meant she wouldn't be eligible for any
extracurricular school-sponsored activities! No Prom! No Prom
Queen! That bitch! How dare she abuse her authority as a
teacher like that. Athena pouted for the rest of the day, then
hastily cobbled something together that evening. 

She looked between the slots and couldn't see her books anywhere
in the shadows. But fortunately her notebook was hanging on one
of the cross braces only a few feet below her. Athena gave a
quick look again hoping there would be some boy she could talk
into getting it for her, but there were none to be found. She
would need a high ladder to reach it from behind the stands, but
even then only after she pulled the heavy set of bleachers away
from the wall.

"Men!" she huffed in disgust. "Where are they when you need
them?"

Athena wiped off the bleacher with her hand, then lay down upon
it. She reached forward and put her right arm through the slot.
"Shit!" Athena cursed again. The notebook was just 6 inches out
of her reach. She got up on her knees (now her lovely ass was in
the air above her) and, placing her left hand the bleacher next
to her for balance, put her head halfway into the slot to give
her right arm a farther reach and grab her notebook. Finally,
with one big push she got her hand on her notebook. 

"Got it."

As she leaned forward to get a better grip on the important
notebook, her heavy ponytail fell through the slot and, laying
across the left side of her face, hooked itself on one of the
bolts that held the metal brace to the wooden step. Athena
started to back out but before she moved an inch she felt
something pulling sharply on her ponytail. She eased herself
forward a tiny bit, then tried again to back out. 

"Ouch!"

Just what she needed right now was to have her hair become caught
on something. She tried using her left hand to find out what the
trouble was, but she almost lost her balance and fell all the way
through the opening. "Oh, shit!" she muttered with feeling at
her narrow escape. Her left hand was her only real support. 
Athena thought about dropping her notebook so she could use her
right hand to feel around and free herself, but then she'd surely
lose her notebook and her paper as well, and there was no way she
could afford to do that. 

"Think, Athena, think," she told herself. But the only thing
she could think of was dropping her notebook. She steadied
herself, and gave herself one mighty push backward. All she got
for her effort, however, was a sore scalp, and tears in her eyes.
Athena didn't want to cry but she couldn't think of anything
else to do. 

"Help! Please someone! I'm stuck!" 

****

The Three Amigos (Natalie, Lisa, and Paige) were walking by the
gym on their way to the cafeteria, when Paige stopped.

"Did you hear that?" Paige asked.

"Yeah." Lisa answered. "What is it?"

"Sounds like someone's in trouble in the gym," Natalie replied. 

"The first class will not be in there an hour yet," observed
Paige. "We had better check it out."

****

They walked in the gym and stopped when they heard an irritated
voice say, "Come on, somebody! I'm stuck! Help already!"

The three couldn't believe what they saw. At the top of the
stand, there was a girl with her head between the bleachers, and
it sounded a lot like Athena Valentine. The three quickly walked
over for a closer look and what they saw made them stop again. 

"It can't be!" muttered Natalie.

"With those clothes, are you kidding?" asked Lisa. "Who else
could it be?"

"Yes, it's Athena all right," noted Paige with delight. "You
see, what did I tell you. There is a God."

"Now what do we do?" said Natalie. "We can't just leave her like
this, looking like a sexy ostrich, can we?"

"Want to bet?" Lisa replied.

"Oh, baby!" said a grinning Paige. "Girls, it's show time!"

"What, now?" asked Natalie. "We get her now?"

"Why not?" said Lisa. "It's perfect!"

"Hi, Athena!" Paige called across the gym as she tried not to
laugh in delight.

At the sound of the voice, Athena froze. Oh, great! It just
what she didn't want, a silly underclassman like Paige to find
her, and if Paige was here, then so would be her two constant
companions, the other plain-Janes Lisa and Natalie. Now she was
humiliated in front of the three of them! Damn! Well, help was
help, regardless of how ineffectual it might be. It was time to
take change of this ridiculous situation.

Trying to sound kind, Athena said, "Hi, girls. My hair is stuck
on something. Could you please help?"

"You want our help?" Natalie asked.

"You sure didn't want to help us last week when my car broke
down," Lisa told Athena.

Athena was getting miffed. She couldn't miss an appointment to
have her hair done just to help them, now could she? She had to
admit it was fun watching their plain faces as she drove by them
as they stood by their car in the rain. But this was different!
Holding in her temper, she took a deep breath and decided to be
nice, so they'd help her. She could always pay them back later.

"I'm sorry, but I was really late that day for something very
important," Athena explained in her most reasonable of tones. 
"Please, it hurts my head the way my hair is being pulled." 

"Well, okay" Paige said as she stared hypnotically at Athena's
raised behind. She had possessed a crush on the beautiful Athena
since the first day she had seen her. The girl was so perfect
Paige could hardly believe it! She had always wanted to get her
hands on the untouchable Athena's firm tanned body, and now here
she was, trapped and hers for the taking. 

Natalie and Lisa knew of their friend's crush. They both looked
at each other, then nodded silently at the widely grinning Paige.
Lisa said loudly, "Natalie and I must get to class, but Paige
here can help you." In a whisper she told Paige, "That way you
can have her all to yourself."

Paige silently word formed the words, "Thank you", to her
friends, then watched them both go stand to guard at the gym's
entrances.

"Any time!" muttered Athena. Yiks! Why did it have to be these
three idiots who found her?

"Be there in a second," Paige said sweetly as she eagerly raced
up the high bleachers. As she stood close behind the helpless
senior, she paused a moment to take in the glorious sight of the
bent-over Athena Valentine. "Woof!" she whispered. What a dairy
entry this was going to make!

"What?" asked an increasingly angry Athena. What was taking so
long?

"Okay, now. Let's see if I can find what you're caught on,"
Paige said as she leaned over the back of the trapped senior
without touching her. "Nope. Can't see a thing. I'm going to
have to get closer if I'm ever going to find what you're caught
on."

"I don't give a shit what you do!" Athena yelled. "Just get me
out of here!"

"Sure," said a delighted Paige. "Sure."

Athena jumped when she felt a hand on her left ankle. Her foot
was raised and her pump slipped off. "Hey! What are you doing?"
the surprised senior asked as her other shoe was removed.

"You and your heels!" said Paige. She held up the right pump and
admired the stylish design before setting it aside with the left.
"Do you want to be free or not?"

"Oh, all right," grumbled Athena. "Just do it, will you?" she
wasn't sure what was more embarrassing, being in this ridiculous
predicament or having her pumps removed by Paige. She wasn't
certain why, but loosing her footwear like that made Athena feel
very tingly, especially the way the teen's hand lingered on her
bare ankle for a moment.

"Just do it. Okay!" agreed Paige, only she was thinking along
very different lines. Heart pounding, she leaned forward and
pressed her pelvis firmly against Athena's delectable buttocks. 
"Yes!" she breathed quietly. They felt so good! After savoring
the moment, the light-headed girl placed her trembling hands on
Athena's hips, and inserted one small knee between the helpless
senior's sculptured legs, making sure it was pressed firmly up
against Athena's panty-covered pussy. 

"Oh, yes!" sighed Paige in ecstasy. 

"OH!" gasped Athena in shock when she felt something move up
against her sensitive sex. Oh, no! It was bad enough having
Paige be right up against her like this, but still! Yet, she
realized the girl had to get close, so for the moment Athena
could only reposition her pinned hips and try and relieve the
deadly pressure on her pussy while she waited for that idiot
Paige to figure out what she was caught on.

"Stop squirming," commanded Paige suddenly as she pressed her
knee even higher against it's wonderful target. "Do you want us
both to fall?"

"But you're...!" Athena started to say, then stopped. Oh, God! 
What was she thinking? She couldn't tell the girl what she was
doing, especially a lowly brain-dead sophomore like Paige. It
would be terribly embarrassing. Even worse would be getting hurt
on the day of the prom. What a disaster that would be! All of
that work for nothing? No way!

"Come on, Paige, help me," Athena pleaded again as she tried to
keep her hips still and ignore the growing sensations coming from
her heating sex. "I...I'll be still." She didn't know why she
was getting so upset. The girl was only trying to help her. 
Athena held her breath a moment and tried to relax. "There is
nothing to worry about," she thought. "Nothing at all."

Athena would have changed her mind if she had seen the dreamy
look on Paige's face. The teen looked like a little girl whose
mother had just given her a large cookie. She began to push her
pelvis rhythmically against Athena's firm buttocks, with her knee
and thigh moving back and forth between the increasingly
distraught senior's legs.

Athena desperately wanted to tell the stupid girl to take her
hands off her proud body, but she really did need Paige's help. 
Helplessly she began to shift again as she felt Paige run her
hands down over her buttocks, then push her leg even tighter up
against her crotch. 

"OH!!!" Athena gasped at the sudden increase in pressure against
her womanhood. "Paige, please be careful!"

"Stop squirming, I said. Now, let me see," Paige said in her
best professional voice. She was surprised at how easily the
high-and-mighty Athena did what she told her. Feeling calmer
now, she leaned forward and deliberately pressed her small,
braless breasts against Athena's back. Paige was cheating the
rules by being without a bra, and she wanted the haughty Athena
to know it.

Athena tried to move forward to give Paige more room (and to get
away from that embarrassing thing between her legs), but all she
did was to cause her sweater to slide down towards her lowered
head, baring her fit tanned stomach and lower back.

Athena's movement did not go unnoticed. Seeing the way Athena's
sweater started to ride up, Paige decided to help it just a bit.
She carefully grabbed the bottom and slowly pulled on it until it
was resting just below Athena's large, firm breasts. 

"I can't see," Paige told her matter-of-factly as she leaned
farther forward and pushed her knee repeatedly against Athena's
vulnerable pussy. Hearing no reaction, she placed her hands onto
Athena's bare sensitive ribcage, and rubbed her knee up and down
as Athena kept trying to move her pussy away from her. 

Athena panicked and squirmed even harder to escape when she felt
Paige's hands holding her bare mid-drift. What had happened to
her top?

"Oh, God!" the senior shrieked. "Paige, what's going on? My
sweater! It seems to be riding up. Can you pull it back down,
please?"

"Just a sec, Athena. I think it might be stuck on something. 
You don't want me to rip it do you?" Paige answered as she worked
the sweater up higher, pushing it up over Athena's bra-covered
breasts, as the senior again tried to desperately back out
without pulling her hair out by the roots. 

"Paige, don't rip it! It cost 500 dollars!" Athena shouted
through the sweater that was now bunched around her neck. 

Paige pulled her own top off, baring her cute upturned breasts,
and rubbed her tits against Athena's bare back, the smell of the
firm, tanned flesh filling her lungs with pure sweetness. 
"Ooohhh! That's so nice!" she moaned as she moved her small
breasts over the golden back. The feel of her stiff one-inch
nipples sliding over the warm skin was an electrifying sensation
which made the teen's toes curl! Paige had dreamed of this
moment since the first day she saw her, and now Athena was hers,
all hers. Overcome with the closeness of the sexy vulnerable
senior, Paige had to resist slipping a hand down the front of her
tight jeans. She could always do that later.

Athena was so confused she couldn't tell what was going on any
more. She felt some very odd things rubbing against her back. 
She couldn't figure out what they were, but the small, hard
objects felt warm and caused her back to break out into goose
pimples. What was that foolish girl doing back there? "Come on,
Paige," Athena grumbled. Her day was very busy and she didn't
have time for this! Besides, that silly girl was making her feel
very...nervous. "That's not helping! My head really hurts!"

"Don't move or you'll rip your sweater."

"Oh, no! Not my sweater!"

Paige ran her fingers up Athena's spine and grinned as Athena
jerked in response, causing Paige's nipples to rub again across
the smooth back. Her clitoris throbbed in response and Paige
again had to fight the urge to take care of her own growing
needs. 

"What are you doing?" the edgy reporter protested. "That's not
helping me!" Whatever Paige was doing to her was inadvertently
causing her body to seriously come alive. She hadn't felt like
this since those terrible days at the Devereux mansion. It was
wonderful and she hated herself for feeling that way. For the
first time in months she felt the need of her SO pills, her
anti-sex pills that were prescribed her just to stop these
terrible feeling of uncontrollable sensuality building within her
heating body. This girl was just suppose to be helping her, and
here she was getting all excited instead! Oh, God! What was
wrong?

"Come on, Paige," Athena pleaded with a growing sense of
desperation. "Stop fooling around and help me."

"I'm just trying to find out what your sweater is stuck on,"
Paige said chuckling as she reached down. She easily found the
bolt that Athena's hair was caught on, and gave the thick strand
of hair a few extra turns to attach it more firmly. The long,
lightly scented hair was soft and silky to the touch, and Paige
felt a thrill just to touch it. 

"Maybe I need to get this out of the way." With that, Paige
pushed the sweater right up over Athena's shoulders, causing it
to fall over the hapless reporter's head, completely covering it.


"Paige!" wailed the muffled voice from inside the sweater. 
"What are you doing?"

"Stop your whining! I still can't find a thing. Now, don't move
or you'll rip your pretty sweater." 

"Okay, but hurry, please," Athena whimpered as she tried not to
move. She certainly didn't what to rip her brand new sweater,
but it was so hot and stuffy with her head wrapped inside it, she
was already feeling faint. Not that she had anything else to
worry about! 

This was so humiliating! She must be quite a sight to the silly
sophomore behind her. Not just behind her, either. In Paige's
ridiculous attempts to free her, Athena had felt the teen all
over her. The close, fumbling presence of Paige had started the
terrible magic again, and her body was joyously responding to the
teen's every innocent touch. Athena could sense the extreme
pressures building within her, pressures she had not felt in a
long time, pressures she had lately become helpless to control. 
The shocking need to climax was rising within her and she didn't
know what to do about it! She couldn't cum, not now! She would
just die if she did! "Please, God!," she whispered. "Not now,
not now."

If she could just hang on a little while longer, Athena was sure
that even that stupid idiot Paige would have her freed in a
minute. 

"I think I see what the problem is...oops! Sorry! Your bra just
opened. Hooks must be bent. I'll check that first, then I'll
see what's got your hair." Paige said, as she opened the bra
clasp and pushed the straps off Athena's shoulders. 

"Oh, no!" wailed Athena as she felt her breasts go free.

"Now, let's see what we have here," Paige said gaily. She
reached around and cupped both of Athena's firm breasts and
squeezed the wonderful flesh between her fingers. At the same
time, she kept rubbing her nipples against Athena's bare back. 
"Now who's not wearing a bra?" Paige asked gleefully.

"OH!!" panted the distraught senior from inside the hot sweater
as she felt hands knead and squeeze her swollen breasts. Athena
tried to be still, but the way Paige was helping her, it was
making her nipples harden against Paige's eager hands. She was
hoping that Paige didn't notice or she would die of
embarrassment. 

The sensations went right to her abused sex and it tingled hotly
in response! She wanted to press her legs together to stop the
sudden throbbing of her erupting pussy, but with the clumsy Paige
being between her legs would not allow it. Whatever Paige had
pressing against her sex was driving her crazy! She knew it was
just the girl's leg accidentally placed between her own, but it
was really getting to her. Athena tried spreading her knees on
the narrow bench to give Paige more room, but that just caused
her to press her crotch even harder onto the intruder between her
legs! Soon she would be soaking through her panties with her
out-of-control secretions and then she would truly die, because
then this nothing of a girl would know how she had affected her,
the superior woman, Athena Valentine. She tried again to move
out of the way but all that did was pull harder on her hair, and
start tears again to run down her face. She was trapped! The
girl had to finish soon, she just had too! 

"Oh! Paige!" groaned the trapped senior as her breasts swelled
at the teen's electric touch! "S-stop...t-that! Y-you're
not...helping at all."

"I can't see without leaning over you, and I don't want to fall
on you either. I need to hang onto something, so stay still or
you'll rip your sweater."

"Oh, my God! Do you have to...to hold me...Uhhh!" Athena gasped
as closed her eyes. She suddenly felt her very sensitive nipples
being twisted hard in opposite directions. When she could speak
again, she said carefully, "Okay, okay. But p-please...hurry,
will you?" 

Paige kept running her knee against Athena's damp crotch as she
played with Athena's lovely breasts. She found that if she moved
her hips the right way, her own crotch would press against the
back of Athena's left thigh, and Paige began to masturbate
herself against the senior's left leg. With everything that was
being done to her, Athena couldn't help but breathe even harder.

"P-please...h-hurry," Athena whispered desperately. It was
happening again! Oh, God! She felt so turned-on right now she
couldn't stand it! Her climax was close, very close. She could
not fight it much longer. "I'm going to loose it," she thought
desperately. "I'm going to loose it all if Paige doesn'thurry."

"I guess that wasn't it," said the ever-helpful Paige. "Let me
try something else."

Paige could have played with Athena's fantastic tits all day. 
They were more wonderful than she ever imagined. So firm! 
Athena's erect nipples made her head spin as they pressed against
her palms. Whenever she pinched or twisted them she could hear
Athena moan in response. But it was time for other things. She
didn't have all day, after all, before the first class would come
in to use the gym. 

Paige raised up and looked at Athena's tight butt. It was right
in front of her! As Athena once again tried to painfully pull
herself free, Paige lifted Athena's skirt up at the same time. 
Athena never knew what happened as Paige pushed her skirt up
around her waist.

"Now don't move," Paige said as she ran her hands over the
panty-covered buttocks in front of her. The slick translucent
material, a glowing pearl, stretched tightly over the delectable
buttocks. To her delight, Paige could easily detect the dark
shadow of Athena's ass crease through the expensive material.

Athena could feel that like her sweater, her skirt was probably
now riding very high. She could feel the soft fabric of Paige's
jeans pressing against the backs of her bare thighs! The pain
from her last attempt at escape had caused her to start crying
again. Her sweater-covered head was swimming from being
upside-down for such a long time and she was feeling very
light-headed. With all of the other distractions, the beautiful
reporter didn't notice the way Paige was now fondling her
up-turned ass.

Paige was in heaven as she squeezed and kneaded Athena's firm
buttocks. Fidgeting and wiggling under her touch caused the thin
elastic waistband of Athena's panties to lower just a bit,
revealing the top curves of Athena's shapely bottom. 

The increasingly flustered Athena couldn't understand what was
happening to her. Trapped in this terribly humiliating,
upside-down position, her head wrapped up in her own sweater, her
breasts hanging free from a broken bra, her mind buffeted by
unexplained sensations running the length of her trembling body,
she felt she was going mad! What on earth was Paige doing? Why
couldn't some of her senior friends have found her, instead of
this ridiculous girl who obviously did not know what she was
doing? Suddenly, Athena frantically wished she had worn a longer
skirt today. She hated to think what kind of view she must be
giving the teen behind her after all of the girl's hapless
fumbling! Perhaps she could see the backs of her thighs. Oh,
God! Maybe she could even see her...her panties! Oh, no!

"P-Paige," Athena gasped from inside the hot sweater. "I think
my...my skirt is riding up. Could you pull it down, please?" 

"No, it's fine," Paige answered, as she took her fingers and
hooked them in the waistband of the panties and gently pulled
them down Athena's tanned thighs. 

Athena never felt the faint whisper of silk as her expensive
panties floated down her thighs to land on her bare feet. She
never heard Paige's gasp of awe as the beautiful 22-year-old's
secret places were fully revealed to the hot-eyed teen crouching
behind her. All Athena heard inside her sweater was the pounding
of her own heart, the sound of her blood roaring in her ears. 

The teen sighed at seeing not a hair in sight. "Wow," she
whispered. "How hot is that!" 

Paige leaned forward and again pretended that she was trying to
help free Athena. "Let me try one thing more," she said. The
girl grabbed the senior's soft hair and pulled it with one hand,
while with the other she cupped Athena's magnificent pussy. 
Paige almost gasped aloud as she ran her fingers up and found
Athena's pubic area as smooth as silk.

"Paige!" Athena howled as Paige started pulling on her hair,
while the hand cupping the distracted senior's pussy went
unnoticed. Paige's finger quickly found Athena's clit and toyed
with the tip as she kept tugging on Athena's hair. 

Athena knew something was different but could not understand
what. She was getting more light-headed by the second, her body
close to exploding in wondrous orgasm. "Paige, please hurry!" 
she pleaded.

Paige just smiled and grabbed Athena's lovely left breast and
rolled the nipple between her fingers, as she slid two fingers
inside Athena's hot little cunt.

"AAAhh!" groaned Athena. Her mind was clouded completely by a
sudden flurry of fantastic erotic sensations which overwhelmed
her. The senior was devastated! "What's happening?" she moaned.
"What's happening?"

"I'll have it in a moment." Paige quickened her fingers working
the tight, grasping channel, while she joyously kneaded Athena's
firm left tit. 

Athena wasn't sure why, but all she knew was she was going to
cum. Frantically now, she tried one last attempt to pull her
hair free before it was too late, but all moving her hips
accomplished was to keep Paige's busy fingers buried deep inside
her.

"Oh no! Please, Paige! God! Oooooooooooh!" Athena could fight
it no longer! She climaxed! The senior's body stiffened as hot,
delicious girl-cum splashed over Paige's right hand as her
fingers were held tightly by the pulsing vagina. 

Athena remained still as the marvelous sensations swept through
her body, releasing her, purging her, renewing her. "Yes!" she
thought. "God help me, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" She did not care
how it happened. She cared only that it did happen, and that was
enough.

Paige waited until the clenching muscles loosened and a groggy
Athena began to move again before she shifted her hand and
quickly teased Athena's vulnerable clit until the stunned senior
came again! Athena cried out once in surprise, then fainted. 
Her lifeless fingers loosened and the notebook dropped under the
bleachers.

Paige stood and turned to face the wall. She swiftly opened the
front of her hip-huggers and placed her right hand deep inside. 
Moving past her own sparse pubic hair, she quickly worked her own
dripping sex until she too stiffened momentarily, then collapsed
onto the bench seat in blessed relief. She shamefully refastened
her pants, then turned to face the gym again in embarrassed
silence. She had never done that before.

The panting Paige smiled weakly over to her friends at each door.
"Come on and help me get her dressed," she called across the
large gym.

Paige easily unhooked Athena's hair and laid the beautiful senior
on her back. She sat on the bleacher after first moving the
unconscious Athena's legs so that she could sit between them. 
She gazed with awe at the sight of the semi-nude senior. She
couldn't believe that she had done this, had brought the haughty
and untouchable Athena Valentine to this amazing condition. Her
heart raced as she drank in the sight of her victory over this
incredibly stuck-up yet astonishingly beautiful girl. The
senior's sweater was still over her head, tangled with her
loosened bra. The girl's ponytail had come undone, the long
blonde hair laying across her face in disarray. The skirt still
rode high over the flaring hips, while obviously damp panties
dangled uselessly from her left foot. 

But, in spite of everything else that was showing, it was only
the thin glistening lips which nestled high up between the
sculptured thighs that attracted Paige's attention! They seemed
to beckon to the teen and she found herself powerless to resist.
She looked towards her approaching friends still walking across
the gym floor, but, alone or not, she just couldn't help herself.
If the school's marching band in full uniform with instruments
blaring came through a door right now, it would not prevent her
from taking advantage of this ultimate opportunity. She leaned
forward, placed her face between the opened thighs, and
repeatedly ran her tongue the length of the defenseless slit,
lapping up the heavenly nectar as she did so.

"Ooohh!" moaned the semi-conscious Athena at the devastating
sensations coming from her pussy. In her staggered mind she was
back in the Devereux play room and deadly little Barbara was
between her legs. "Too good, honey. Feels...so good. 
Not...right," she protested in her dreams as she automatically
raised her hips to increase the powerful contact. 

Fascinated, Paige stopped to listen, but Athena became quiet
again. "Wonder if I can do that again?" Paige murmured. This
time she inserted her tongue deep into the tight passage,
savoring the hot velvet wetness, while using her hands to tease
the up-thrust breasts. 

"Barbara, you little devil!" groaned the dreaming senior. 
"You...shouldn't be doing...that. Good little girls don't
do...that to...to...their nannies. Aaahhhhh! Soooo good! 
Never! Can never resist... when...you...touch me! Too good. 
Too much sex. Need pills. Oh, God! It's happening...happening!
Not again! Not Again! Need my pills...must stop it. Ooohhh! 
Need pills!!"

The astonished teen could not believe what she was hearing. What
had this teaser been doing? Ever since the cunt came to
Elizabeth Borden, she had acted so superior to everyone, putting
down those who did not measure up to her high standards. And now
this! Was there a secret side to the perfect Athena Valentine
which was only now being revealed? Something in her makeup
which made her not just perfect, but the perfect target,
unsuspecting and vulnerable?

Paige fluttered her tongue over the raised clitoris and the dazed
Athena opened her eyes wide in disbelief as her body spasomed and
a gusher of sweet fluid came from her pulsating vagina! 

"What's going....AAAHHH!" she cried. Athena's perfect body
jumped and twisted on the bleacher under Paige's continuing
assault. Athena kept cumming again and again as her shattered
mind was given no time to understand what was causing it! Paige
kept her strong grip on Athena's dancing chest, cruelly twisting
and pulling at the vulnerable nipples with wild abandon while
she joyfully suckled at the defenseless Athena's erupting sex! 
Finally Athena could take it no longer and with one last
desperate cry she succumbed again in total confusion from the
devastating series of all-consuming climaxes!

Paige stood after she heard the approach of her friends at the
top level of the bleachers, but not before quickly licking the
unconscious senior's cunt and inner thighs clean of her
delightful girl-cum, and giving the glorious breasts one final
squeeze. 

"Yes!!" exulted Paige, ecstatic in the knowledge that the perfect
Miss Valentine wasn't so untouchable after all. You just had to
know how and where to do it!

"You go, girl!" exclaimed a laughing Natalie as she surveyed the
scene. "I can't believe you did that!"

"Wow! Looks like you had your fun at last, Paige," Lisa said
with a knowing smile. "How was it?"

"It was better than I ever imagined" panted the sophomore. Paige
was ecstatic. "Thank you. Thank you both for letting me...have
her. But listen to this: the mighty Athena Valentine has a
problem with...," Paige's voice dropped suddenly to an
embarrassed whisper "...sex!" Her voice rose back to normal. 
"How cool is that?" 

"Really? What problem?" asked Lisa as her eyes drank in the
golden semi-nude form laying there. "Looks like she does it
pretty well to me!"

"No, Lisa. That's just it. She does it too well. The Bitch
Queen can't help herself. She even has to take pills to keep it
under control."

"Those pills we found in her locker?" asked Lisa.

"The ones she keeps hidden next to her pager," said Natalie. 
"Must be."

"But my mom has pills like that," said Lisa. "I took one once
and almost spent an entire Saturday playing with myself, I was so
hot. Those are really nasty!"

"You sure?" said Paige. "The label on the bottle said just the
opposite. Kind of a tranquilizer."

"I'll never forget those little pills as long as I live. Look,
we all know Valentine's an idiot. The stupid bitch must have
gotten her prescriptions messed up."

"Hey, wait a minute!" said Natalie. "That wouldn't have been
those special vitamin pills you offered us at our last
sleep-over, would it?"

"Well," said a clearly embarrassed Lisa, "why should I have all
the fun?"

"You shit!"

"Sorry."

"This is great!" Paige said. "At least we know how they work. I
think Little Miss Perfect is going to have an even worse day then
we planned. First, though, we have to get her dressed. Do you
have the bra I gave you this morning?'

"Sure thing, right here," Natalie answered, reaching into her
book bag and handing it to Paige. "But I don't see how it's
going to fit on those." Natalie laughed and pointed at Athena's
full breasts.

"Oh, it will fit if we squeeze her into it. We don't want her
bouncing around at school, that's against the rules," Paige said
smiling

With a great deal of effort, they got Athena's impressive 35C's
into a bra that held only a 34B. 

"There!" exclaimed a satisfied Paige. "That should keep Athena
from bouncing and make her very uncomfortable for a while. Did
you change the sports bra she keeps in her gym locker with the
strapless one?"

"Sure did. Everything is ready for Athena's very special day,
the bitch!" Lisa answered with a smile.

"If I would have known Athena shaved, we could have bought her a
special pair of panties, too," Natalie giggled, looking down at
Athena's bald little pussy.

"Quite a pleasant surprise. I think the rest of the school will
love it, too, as soon as we tell them! Little Miss Prefect's
sweet surprise," Paige said. "Well, enough chit-chat. We'd
better finish and get to class."

"We've missed one already, you know," said Natalie.

"It was more than worth it," said Paige as she licked her fingers
and hand clean. "Absolutely!"

"Hey!" objected Lisa. "When's it our turn at Super Bitch?"

"Soon, Lisa," said Paige with a wink. "Very soon."

The three completed the pleasing task of getting Athena dressed
and left her, still unconscious, sitting on the top bleacher,
propped up with her back against the wall. They even refastened
her ponytail.

"Oops!" said Paige. "Almost forgot!" Going back to the senior,
she removed a tiny pair of scissors from her book bag, and began
snipping around the fasteners of Athena's sweater and skirt.

"Thought we weren't going to do that until later?" said Natalie.

"You and your schedules! Look, there's no time like the
present!" sang Paige. "There! That should give her something to
think about!"

On the way out, Lisa said, "I wonder what she'll say when she
wakes up?"

* * * *




Athena woke a short time later. She quickly looked around, but
found herself alone in the empty gym. "My God!" she mumbled 
"What happened?"

Her mind was still reeling and she rubbed her face with her hands
to try and clear it. She was terribly embarrassed at what had
just happened. She had done it again! She had lost control and
made a complete fool of herself, right in front of a lowly
sophomore! Paige had made her cum by just trying to help her! 
How unbelievable! All that trouble just to get unstuck from the
stupid position she had gotten herself into. Becoming stuck like
that was really something that happened to other, lesser people.
It shouldn't have happened to someone like her at all.

She automatically patted her hands lightly over her hair,
expecting to find a terrible mess, but was pleasantly surprised
to discover everything in place. Even her pumps were placed
neatly beside her. She checked her clothes but could find
nothing wrong. The helpful teen had even buttoned the top of her
sweater, which Athena always left open to show at least a hint of
cleavage, sometimes more depending on the class and the teacher.
At least Paige was nice enough to have fixed her clothes for her
before she left. Probably did it out of guilt, after having
taken so long to free her. Of course, she could have stayed with
her, to make sure everything was all right, but there was no
point in getting upset about that now. 

She reasoned Paige must really like her to have done all of this
just for her, but then Athena knew all the girls at school liked
or at least envied her, so why not? Still, what would she say
when she saw the teen again? They had some upcoming classes
together so she had better be ready. Did Paige know that
she...she had actually climaxed? The teen had to know, didn't
she? Or did she? Was she really as stupid as she seemed? She
was after all just an inexperienced sophomore. Maybe she did
not know what she had done after all. Even so, the girl's
maladroit attempts to free her had caused her to become
half-undressed, and Paige was certain to tell everyone all about
that! Athena Valentine, with her sweater over her head, braless,
and her head buried in the sand! Oh, boy. She could hear it
now, "Athena, the Golden Ostrich!!" God, it was going to be all
so humiliating! 

She stamped her bare right foot in anger. How dare that slip of
a girl do such a thing to her! To put her, Athena Valentine, in
a position of such embarrassment that she'll probably have to be
extra nice to everyone for the rest of the day, just so they'll
think nice of her and not say nasty things about her today of all
days. 

"Paige!" she growled. "You idiot!" Well, it would be her word
against Paige's if it ever came to that, so why would anyone else
have to know what happened, or believe it if they did happen to
hear something. She would just point out the facts of life to
the teenager and talk about the future a little. Doing anything
today about it was out of the question, but once the prom was
finished...watch out, Paige! Athena would make certain to remain
in school just long enough to get the little bitch good. "It'll
be payback time then, you stupid sophomore!" she whispered
lovingly. "My time."

What a fool she must have looked! The thought still made her
burn. Athena hated to look foolish in front of anyone, and
always made sure to make life hell for the unlucky soul she
thought had caused it. This time though, at least Paige did try
to help her. If the new, improved Athena Valentine had found
Paige with her ass in the air and her head stuck between the
bleachers, she would have just laughed and left her there. She
had far more important things to take care of in her life, such
as herself, and today especially.

She slipped on her pumps and stood to leave. Athena
automatically looked for her books, then suddenly remembered what
happened. "Oh, no!" she cried out desperately. Her books! Her
books were gone! What happened to them? She couldn't go to
class without her books. This was terrible. She couldn't even
find her notebook. Then she remembered! Her notebook had joined
her other books in the darkness underneath the high stand of
bleachers. She had dropped it when she had unaccountably
climaxed!

"Damn that girl," she said, thinking of her rescuer. She thought
briefly about going under the bleachers and then looking for
everything, but the chance of becoming caught again changed her
mind. She'd just have to think of something to tell her
teachers, especially that bitch Miss Bohon. At least she would
have until after lunch to think of a plausible excuse.

She looked around hopelessly a final time, then quickly strode
down the bleachers and left the gym, her high heels clicking
importantly as they left tiny indented circles across the
polished wooden floor. A small button from Athena's sweater
remained behind on the top row. It gleamed in the bright light,
even though there was no one there to see it.

****

As she walked to her first class, Athena began to notice her bra
seemed tight, like it was much too small. That was odd, because
it fitted perfectly when she bought it. She thought about going
back to the gym and changing it with the athletic bra she kept in
her locker, but she was already late for class and the last thing
she wanted today was to get into trouble. It wouldn't have been
so bad had her breasts not been so tender, and her nipples so
sensitive. It almost felt like someone had been squeezing them.
That was just how they felt whenever she had one of her strange
encounters with the Devereux clan. The little girls were always
fascinated by her tits. They would play with them even after she
would plead with them to stop and they grew sore from the girls'
constant if childish pawing. That's the way they felt now, like
someone had been mauling them. Athena couldn't figure out why
that was the case. The only ones in the gym had just been Paige
and her friends. If a boy had walked in, Athena would have died
for sure, before he even laid a hand on her, helpful or
otherwise!

* * * *

She stopped in front of the closed door. "Shit. It's started
already," she complained. It was Introduction to Astronomy and
they were reviewing constellations today. Unless she could slip
in unnoticed, she will have to stand in front of the entire class
and invent some lame excuse before she could take her seat. 
Normally this would not have been a problem at all, but she still
felt oddly shaken from the gym and for once truly wanted to fade
into the background for a time.

"Okay, you can do this," she said quietly. She made the mistake
of taking a deep breath to calm down and her breasts tingled
wildly in their tight cups. 

"Oh! I've got to stop doing that!" Athena wanted to massage her
chest to clear away these distracting sensations, but to do that
out here in the hall was impossible.

"To hell with it," she muttered. Praying there was a slide show
or something else going on to keep the room nice and dark, Athena
opened the door and walked in.

"Ah, finally decided to join us I see," said Mr. Doge. He was a
middle-aged man with short, thinning hair in jeans and sports
jacket, and was standing in front of a neatly drawn
representation of the constellation Orion. 

Fortunately, this teacher was one of her greatest fans, and
Athena flashed him her best smile, but even he was prone to
sarcasm on occasion. 

"Had some business in the gym to take care of. It's prom night,
you know."

"No! You don't say! Very well, please take your seat Miss
Valentine, and we shall continue."

Normally very happy to be at the center of attention, Athena
suddenly felt very nervous at the stares she received from her
fellow students as she made her way to her seat. Instead of her
usual haughty way of meeting them glance for glance, this time
she lowered her eyes to avoid their looks and almost ran to her
desk. She couldn't understand why she was suddenly so
embarrassed. After she was seated, she shook her head to clear
it of her strange confusion. "No, this isn't right at all," she
thought. "I'm the one in charge here, not them."

She sat up straight and regally returned everyone's look, before
ignoring them completely and focusing her attention on the
teacher. Everyone then followed her example and turned to face
the front of the room.

"Ah," she said softly. "That's more like it." The Superior
Woman strikes again!

After a time, Athena wished she had in fact gone back to change
her strangely fitting bra before coming to class. The longer she
wore it the more her breasts seemed to tingle. It almost felt
like someone was constantly squeezing them every time she
breathed. Her breasts were always a little sensitive. It was
one thing of the many things she liked about her body. She
especially loved the way they bounced as she walked. But the way
the bra felt, it was having way too much of an effect on her. 
Not only were her tits all tingly, but her pussy seemed to be
tingling in response as well. Athena decided that she had better
take one of her dwindling supply of pills as soon as possible,
before these wonderful feelings got out of hand. Her next class
was gym, and she always kept the pills in her locker there, just
in case. Strange she had never felt the need for them at all
until this week. 

"I'm probably just nervous about the prom," she thought. "That's
all it is."

Athena's astronomy class went as it always did. Her teacher was
of course always looking at her. She would smile shyly and cross
her legs at the knee and let a slender foot dangle at the end of
a bare, shapely calf. He would just watch her swing it back and
forth. At add a little spice, she sometimes would lean forward a
little to adjust one of her pumps, being careful to have at least
a few buttons on her top carelessly undone first. The net result
of this simple routine was that Athena kept very getting good
grades without doing much of anything. 

Normally she loved doing things like this, but today was
different somehow. Athena did enjoy the power she discovered
that she had over men, but after what happened earlier, even Mr.
Doge's normal stares made her a little uneasy, like she was
sitting there naked or something. It didn't help much the way
her head still hurt from her own stupidity earlier, and the
terribly distracting sensations she kept receiving from the bra
that was constantly squeezing her sensitive chest. 

She tried flexing her shoulders to ease the pressure on her poor
breasts but when she pulled them back, a gasp was heard from the
boys in the room while her teacher turned very pale and dropped
the marker he was holding. In her disgust at their immature
behavior, she never noticed the loss of two more buttons from the
front of her sweater.

"Oh, damn," Athena thought as she reluctantly stopped moving her
shoulders. "That was starting to feel good, too. Can't a girl
get any privacy around here?" Guys were always watching her,
even as they pretended not to. She couldn't move without causing
some kind of heart-stopping reaction. How silly can you get?

At last the ordeal of Beginning Astronomy was over and she
gratefully got up to leave. Her teacher obviously wanted to talk
to her about something after class, and she was pretty certain
about what. His continuous stares at her chest had become more
than obvious during the last half of the class, the pig, but
Athena couldn't understand what he was getting so worked up
about. This time she was absolutely innocent. She knew her
exquisite sweater was completely buttoned. She had of course
checked it before she left the gym this morning. Athena did not
have the patience for his drooling foolishness today, so she just
gave him a coy smile and slipped out with the others. 

Athena was looking forward to leaving the juvenile world of men
for a while, even if it was only for her miserable gym class. At
least she could relax for a time and not have to worry about
anything. Being the constant object of every boy's lustful
yearnings was very exciting, but to her surprise it also became
tiring after a while. There was never a moment during the school
day without someone's eyes on her, undressing her, loving her. 
Every gesture, every move she made was watched. Even now, just
walking down the hall she could feel their every glance, and they
weren't even looking at her lovely face or even her great legs. 
Oh, no! Not them! They were all staring at her chest, the
animals. 

The way the morning had gone, Athena was badly in need of a break
from anything having to do with sex. At least in the gym the
other girls wouldn't be staring at her constantly with such
ravenous eyes.

Without thinking, Athena headed for the administration office to
check her mail box for any special instructions she might be
getting from the principle or the other office workers. It was
in the opposite direction of where she needed to be, but the
senior was feeling a little confused and she had already walked
over half-way there before she realized her mistake. She
hurriedly walked the remainder of the way to the office, but the
only message she found there was a reminder to water the office
plants today.

"College degree and all they can think of for me to do is to
water the lousy plants!" grumbled Athena in disgust.

She started back towards the gym, unable to shake how tingly she
was feeling. Athena had been feeling oddly sexy all morning,
ever since the weird incident with Paige at the gym, and it was
slowly getting worse. She still could not understand how her bra
could shrink so much. The constant squeezing of her trapped
breasts was becoming very distracting, it felt so delightful,
even if breathing did make them somewhat sore. The answering
tingles coming from between her legs didn't help either! She
found herself wondering foolishly if she should start buying all
of her clothes a few sizes too small. 

"Focus, girl, focus," Athena warned herself. Today of all days
she needed a clear head and she did not have anything close to
one at the moment. She needed to document everything about today
for her story, yet all she could think about was her swelling
breasts. It was definitely pill time. 

"Maybe I should take two, just to be sure?" she wondered as she
continued swiftly down the hall. She hated taking any, she had
so few.

"Oh, no!" she said and stopped abruptly. It was Tara, Stephanie,
and Trisha, and they were walking purposefully towards her. They
were seniors and her best friends here. Until her arrival at
Elizabeth Borden, they were the considered elite of the social
set and at one time Athena marked them as her chief rivals. 
After she had pushed them aside and effectively taken their
place, she had put on her best manners and made sure they all
became the best of friends.

But two nights ago something happened with them that Athena was
still trying to understand. Something happened which made her
wonder if the girls were really all that friendly with her after
all.

****
[Two days earlier]

Athena drove up the long circular driveway in her silver SUV. 
The monstrous vehicle, one of the biggest on the market, was
leased by her editor. She told him she needed it to maintain her
image and that was that. It was far too large for her, but she
loved it anyway, especially the way it let her drive in style
while towering over the other drivers, another symbol of her
natural superiority. It was one of the things she was going to
hate giving up once her assignment was over.

The expensive home belonged to the parents of her friend, Tara. 
The parents were at a club function this evening, which left Tara
alone with her younger sister. A select group of seniors was
spending the night there and Athena had consented to drop by for
a visit. Her prize was assured and she really had no need to
cultivate their friendship any longer, but she realized it could
not hurt to maintain her circle of important friends for a short
time longer. 

She parked directly in front, and walked up to the double doors
of dark polished wood. Athena tried both bell and brass knocker
without any results. She was about to leave when she finally
noticed a hastily scribbled note taped to a nearby window that
said, "Come on in!"

"It figures," Athena muttered and she let herself in. 

She stood in the wide foyer, observing with satisfaction the
obvious opulence of her surroundings. From the large crystal
chandelier to the highly polished wood of the floor, it was a
place of elegance and obvious good taste. Athena thought of the
much more humble surroundings she grew up in, and shook her head.
This was the way to go.

Athena was startled out of her reverie by the sudden appearance
of a tall, laughing red-head rushing past her, her long bare legs
flashing under the long tee shirt she was wearing.

"Hi, Stephanie," she called after the apparition disappeared
around a corner.

Two other girls appeared just as suddenly, obviously in pursuit
of the first. All were dressed the same as Stephanie. Trisha, a
slim brunette with very short hair, continued the chase while
Tara, a short buxom girl with long blonde hair, stopped panting
in front of the disapproving Athena.

"Play time?" asked Athena sarcastically.

"Sure," said Tara. "Why not get comfortable and join us? I've
got some spare shirts upstairs if you don't want to get your
clothes mussed."

"No thanks," Athena said primly. Athena knew she looked very
good in her dark green ribbed top, black form-fitting slacks and
dark brown boots, and she wasn't about to change for anyone. 
Besides, being the only one really dressed in the group made her
feel very superior. "I'll just wait in the living room until
you're finished."

"Go on upstairs to my room, then. Second door on the left. 
We'll be done in a minute. That Stephanie. Boy, is she fast!"

Athena nodded her consent, and turned to go up the winding
staircase. She stopped suddenly when she felt a familiar pat on
her buttocks! She turned to protest, but Tara had already gone.
She hated it whenever her friend did that to her. It just wasn't
right. Of course, Tara thought it was a big joke, like most
things, and was always touching her one way or another just to
irritate her.

It was obvious the evening's drinking had already started in
earnest and she wondered if she should just leave before things
really became crazy. If only her editor wasn't so insistent
lately. It was really his idea that she attend as many parties
as possible, although she wasn't sure if this really qualified as
such.

As she made her way to Tara's bedroom, Athena was feeling pretty
pleased with herself. Things were working out just fine, and she
felt very confident of her assignment's successful conclusion. 
She was, for once, firmly in control of the situation and nothing
was going to change that. 

The only jarring note was naturally caused by her editor. Being
this close to the end of her assignment, her editor was becoming
a nervous wreck! The fool had insisted that she keep her pager
with her at all times, in or out of school, so he could contact
her at any time and receive the latest updates. She tried to
change his mind, but for once he was adamant. She must carry it
with her! The attached clip on the cheap pager he had given her
had fallen off long ago, and she had usually hidden the thing
deep under her clothes in her gym locker. Now this week she was
expected to carry the silly device around with her! Like her
expensive outfits had pockets! So, she had gotten into the habit
of tucking it into the waistband of her skirt or slacks so she
could reach it quickly. She had to, because it was incredibly
noisy. The thing didn't just beep a quiet tune at her, it
actually played a very loud selection from the 1812 Overture of
all things! And with this she was suppose to go under cover! 
The silent mode was almost as bad. Athena had left it on her
kitchen table once and had to catch it before the pager shook
itself across the table and onto the floor.

Her editor had already called her twice this week and became
absolutely furious when he found out she hadn't had the pager
with her either time. Athena felt she had better appease him for
once and keep it with her, in case he might want to contact her
again. Tonight she had tucked the small black box into the
waistband of her tight slacks above her right hip. With her top
hanging over, no one could see it and she soon forgot that it was
even there. 

When she found Tara's bedroom, she debated once again about
staying. The room was full of liquor and wine bottles, several
of them already empty. "Good grief! Don't these girls know when
to quit?" 

She found an open bottle of chilled white wine and poured
herself a glass. Athena sipped daintily while she waited for the
pursuit to finally finish. She walked around the room, taking
mental notes of the posters on the wall and the music by the CD
player for her article. 

She thought about the three she had come to visit. The girls
seemed to enjoy chasing each other round the big house
half-naked, but then they were just kids, so what did sheexpect?

The laughing trio finally returned and the drinking resumed. 
After an hour, the seniors became very giggly and silly, and
Athena decided it was a good time to leave. It was late and the
special wine Tara had given her was making her very dizzy. The
girls were on the large bed, but Athena felt more at ease sitting
away from the others. She was in the comfortable chair at the
computer desk, which she had rotated around so she could face
everyone. 

Tara and the other girls had been giving her some very odd looks
for some time now which were starting to make Athena feel very
nervous. All that whispering and laughing they were doing
between themselves. She was sure they were laughing at her, the
Superior Woman! Amazing! She was just so perfect, how could
they even think of doing such a thing?

"You'd never guess what I found," Tara said with a wink to the
others. She got off the bed and went over to Athena and the
computer.

"Oh, no," groaned Athena. "Not more computer-talk." She had
never known a group that could talk so endlessly about RAM, disk
space, operating systems, and web sites. What was wrong with
these girls, anyway?

"You're going to love this!" Tara assured her. Tara spun the
protesting reporter around and touched the keyboard. "I was
surfing the other day and found...this."

A color picture appeared on the 17" monitor. It was the image of
a nude girl standing in a poorly lighted bedroom with a shaved
pussy. The girl had her face half-hidden in the shadows, but she
looked oddly familiar. If fact, if Athena didn't know better, it
looked a great deal like Tara herself. She wanted to look
closer, but Tara was leaning closely over her shoulder and she
didn't want to appear too interested. In fact, Tara was getting
a bit too close, because Athena was sure she could feel the
senior's warm breast pressing against her left ear! She would
have gotten up, but Tara was supporting herself with her hands on
Athena's shoulders, so the reporter was effectively pinned in the
chair. She could do nothing except watch the strangely erotic
image on the screen while Tara's breast continued to press
against the left side of her flushed face. It was all terribly
embarrassing!

The other girls came over to see and soon a breathless Athena
felt herself closely surrounded by the beautiful seniors. She
jumped when she felt another unencumbered breast press this time
against the right side of her face. She was afraid to open her
mouth in protest for fear of inadvertently taking an erect nipple
into her mouth. And they were erect! She could feel them
through the thin cotton.

The girls laughed at the picture, and all agreed on how very
gross it was for a girl to do that. They went back to the bed,
but not before Tara rubbed the sides of Athena's very sensitive
neck! The reporter was quite breathless when the girls sat back
down again and would have left except she needed some time to
recover.

Tara gave her another glass of wine and she gladly took it. She
needed something badly to calm herself down. But the more she
drank, the less calm she felt. The sensation of the breasts
pressing against her face stayed with her. She could still feel
the erect nipples poking into her cheeks whenever she turned her
head. It made it her heart pound and her own nipples to react as
well. She was starting to feel very warm. The fact that the
girls kept talking about that stupid if very hot picture didn't
help any. It was so fascinating, Athena wanted to study it
further, but she could not do so without it being incredibly
obvious.

Suddenly, Athena was astonished when, one by one, all of her
friends admitted that they were doing it. She could not believe
it! They had all shaved themselves, then posted the results! 

"Why don't you shave and show everyone how really great you look,
Athena?" Tara asked.

"Not a chance!" an outraged Athena sputtered indignantly. "How
could you even think of doing something like that? That's way
too weird for me!" 

What a group! If she wasn't feeling so dizzy at the moment, she
would have left right then. She had been drinking everything
Tara had handed her in order to show that she was one of them,
but just realized that the drinks must have been much stronger
then Tara had told her. 

"Why not?" cooed Tara. "Why not just give it a try? It feels
really great! If you're nervous, I can help."

"Me, too," said Stephanie warmly.

"And me!" added Trisha. "I would just love to help you,Athena."

"Oh, no!" the reporter protested. The thought of these girls
working on her naked privates, then posting the results on the
internet, caused the tiny hairs to rise on the back of her neck!


"A little...bikini trim," Athena said, blushing, "and that's just
for me to know about." This was so embarrassing, talking about
her blonde muff so openly this way. It also caused her to feel a
little sexy, the thought of them busy between her legs, which
really surprised her. "Now why should I feel like that now?" she
wondered. 

Things were starting to get carried away, so Athena decided it
was time to reassert herself. She rose proudly from the chair
and, being careful not to show any signs of her agitation, calmly
walked to and fro in front of the large bed where the girls were
all lounging, and explained to them in detail how they should by
now be above such childish things. Shaving themselves like that
was only a small step above masturbation, she told them. Shaving
and then putting themselves on display was even worse! They knew
better then to do that. As seniors they were to set the proper
example for the younger girls to follow.

As she walked and talked, each subtle sway of her hips caused
the small flat pager to slip unnoticed further and further down
the front of the flustered woman's slacks. 

Noticing the thoroughly abashed looks on the girls' faces, Athena
decided that she had successfully made her point. It was time to
sum up and then leave them for the evening, to better ponder her
superior wisdom. 

"Look, I said I just have a trim now and then, and I meant it. 
That's all I need. That's all anyone really needs, so let's drop
it, okay? Playing with yourself like that is just infantile!"

Tara patted a vacant spot on the bed next to her and Athena
reluctantly sat down next to her. It was time to be nice again
to everyone. Her friend put her left arm around the reporter's
waist and Athena jumped slightly at the unexpected contact.

"I mean it!" Athena warned her friend again.

"Come on, girl," said an embarrassed Tara. "We were just
kidding! Honestly! Still, I'd bet you'd look, well, really sexy
that way," 

"No thanks just the same," Athena said sternly as she felt the
girl's arm tighten. "Tara, you know I'm right." 

She suddenly felt nervous the way the other suddenly grinning
girls were staring at her, especially Tara. She did not like the
way this conversation was going at all. Was it her fault she had
to show them all how to behave? She was the Superior Woman,
after all, while they were still children. She wondered if this
was not in fact her cue to leave before things really got silly.

"Maybe it's time I...OH!" gasped a stunned Athena as she jumped a
foot above the bed. The blood drained from her face as her body
froze in shock. Something awful was happening just above the
waistband of her low-cut panties!

"Are you all right?" asked a laughing Tara. "You look like
you've just seen a ghost."

"I'm...fine...really," gasped Athena as she fought to regain her
composure. "You...just...startled...me."

"But I haven't done anything, yet," replied Tara, but Athena
never heard her. Doubled over, she was far too busy trying to
understand what was causing her bladder to feel like it was ready
to explode! She suddenly had to pee, real bad!

"What's going on?" asked Trisha.

Tara could only shake her head. "I don't know, but something's
sure got her attention."

Finally the distressed reporter realized what had happened. It
was the pager! The God-damned pager was going off inside her
slacks! It was vibrating right over her poor bladder! She
wanted to reach inside and pull it out, but how could she
surrounded by all of her friends like this. She would become the
school's laughing stock! Athena Valentine, the girl with the
hand in her pants! Oh, God! But she had to do something, and
quickly, otherwise she was certain she was going to wet herself!
If only she could think of what to do, but it was impossible to
think about anything with that three-alarm fire going on in her
slacks.

The madly shaking pager shifted down again and Athena felt a
certain relief as the device was no longer directly over her
gurgling bladder. She carefully sat up, then realized with
horror that the vibrating monster was now over her pubic hair! 
Oh, no! It had gotten onto the slick material of her low-waisted
panties and had slipped even further down! Oh, God! The
vibrating pager was already causing crazy sensations in her
vagina. She had to stop it from going any lower! She had to
find the button that turned the alarm off!

"What's going on, Athena?" Tara asked. She had been copping
feels from the beautiful senior all evening as well as feeding
her very strong drinks, and had even deliberately steered the
conversation so that they could finally get her out of those
exciting tight black pants. Tara cupped Athena's firm left
breast in her hand as soon as the senior sat up, but the clearly
distracted Athena did not even notice

"G-going...on? N-nothing. W-why?" mumbled Athena. She had to
stop this insane buzzing in her slacks. It was driving her
crazy! Her pussy was throbbing madly already. It was even
making her breasts twinge. God only knew what would happen if
the stupid thing went any lower. Praying no one would notice,
the distressed Athena began to ease her trembling, sweaty hands
up her thighs and towards the front of her slacks.

But she was too late! "AAAHH!" Athena cried out as she jumped
for the second time. The pager had dropped yet again and this
time it was hammering directly on her panty-covered clit!

The surprised girls quickly cleared the bed as an overwhelmed
Athena fell back, her hands flying to her exploding crotch! Her
hips bounced frantically all over the empty bed as she, nearing
hysteria, tried to find the 'Off' button, or at least move the
terrible thing away from her electrified pussy, but she couldn't
do either through the tight material of her slacks. 

The other girls watched in delight as the normally very cool
Athena Valentine, now inexplicably sex-mad, was obviously trying
to cum in her slacks!

"That cunt!" muttered Stephanie in disgust. "After giving us all
that bullshit, then she goes and gets the hots for herself!"

"Yes, and she didn't even invite us to join her!" complained
Trisha.

"Not very polite at all," observed Tara.

"Uuhhh!" moaned Athena as she wildly searched for the small
device locked between her legs that was driving her insane. Yet
all her frantic moves succeeded in doing was to shift the box
even more directly over her exploding cunt, while her searching
hands only kept pressing it even more firmly against her sex! 

Athena had gotten so desperate she was trying to rip apart the
stiff material covering her crotch when her body suddenly arched
in a taut bow over the bed.

"Aahhhh!" the reporter cried helplessly as her body was totally
consumed in a marvelous sexual fire! She was cumming! She was
cumming!

Even as the climax pulsed through her, the vibrations did not
stop and another orgasm grew and grew helplessly within her! She
swiftly came again, then again, the powerful sensations driving
everything else from her mind. Athena could feel the strength to
resist quickly draining from her over-stimulated body. Feeling
the next orgasm already building in sharp intensity, she knew she
had one more chance, otherwise she was lost! Desperately, she
started to slap her tender pelvis with the flat of her hand! 

"UH!!" Athena grunted with each mind-numbing hit as she
recklessly flayed away at the area of her most tender flesh. 
"UH!! UH!! UH!!" 

Her over-stimulated body shook under the repeated blows, but she
was cumming more than ever! After nearly battering herself
senseless, yet still slave to the vibrating horror, Athena had
reached her wit's end. With one final desperate strike of her
shaking fist, she finally connected with the elusive 'Off' button
and the pager's vibrations mercifully stopped. 

"AAAHHH!!" yelled the reporter at the final blow. While able at
last to stop the out-of-control pager, the force of the punch
Athena had given herself caused her to jerk up in painful shock
before falling limply back in a breathless daze.

Unable to move, the totally stunned woman could only lay gasping
on the bed. Athena could feel the dreadfully soaked fabric
covering her cunt with her limp hands. She knew dimly that her
friends could see her as she tenderly nursed her wounded crotch,
but for the moment she did not care. 

"Wow!" exclaimed Trisha in wonder. "Did you see how she kept
slapping her...her pussy?"

"So, she likes it rough," observed Stephanie. "Cool. She came a
couple of times, but finally made it really big at the end. Did
you hear her?"

"Why, yes," said Trisha. "You're right. She did, didn't she? 
How about that!"

"What brought all that on?" asked Tara.

"What we were talking about, I bet" said Stephanie. "All that
talk about shaving. I knew it was getting to the bitch, despite
how cool she was trying to play it."

"Maybe we should be the polite hosts and give her what she
wants?" Trisha said with a grin.

"Couldn't happened to a nicer person," said Stephanie. "Got your
mini-cam handy, Tara?"

"Always. Why?"

"Why do you think?"

"Oh my God! What an idea! Should we?"

"We should have fixed that stuck-up bitch a long time ago!"
Stephanie said eagerly.

"She's right," agreed Trisha. "Let's do it!"

"Tara, start the mini-cam," ordered Stephanie. "Fix it so that
we can just see her, you know?"

"Easy. I'll just leave the on the desk lamp, and turn off
everything else. My website is sure going to get a lot of hits
this week!" Tara turned off the lights, then went over to her
computer and made a few keystrokes. "Okay, we're on. You want
sound?"

"No. Let's not destroy the magic. Just put on some music
instead."

"Which music?"

"I don't care. It's your site. Pick something!"

Feeling very bewildered, Athena lay on the bed, her right hand
idly rubbing her wounded crotch. Faced with the terrible reality
of the present, her over-wrought mind retreated into the past. 
She was a little girl again. She was hurt and she really needed
someone to care for her. Little Athena could still sense the
offending pager pressing against her sore cunny, and was still
trying to shift it through the damp material. The fact that it
felt good to touch herself there had nothing to do with it. 
Mommy was always giving her stern lectures about touching
herself, and she always did what Mommy said.

She felt her boots being pulled off and could only sigh in
contentment. Athena wasn't really sure where she was, but it did
not matter. It had been a very long day and she was ready for
bed. It hurt her poor head to think so she did not. When she
felt her slacks being opened, she giggled happily and raised her
hips so they could be taken off easier. Young Athena always
enjoyed it when Mommy undressed her for bed. She sometimes
deliberately went to bed in her clothes after a tiring day of
play, so that her Mommy would come in into her room and take care
of her while she slept. Being undressed when she was too sleepy
to do it herself always made her feel so warm and loved. But
this time there was more then just her mother in the room. Oh,
how nice! Her aunts were with her too!

Young Athena no longer felt the pager (it had fallen unnoticed to
the floor), but she continued to rub herself daintily over her
wet panties, in case the nasty thing came back. She reluctantly
stopped her rubbing when she had to raise her arms so that her
top could be pulled off over her head. She really shouldn't be
touching herself anyway when Mommy and her aunts was obviously in
the room with her. That was usually cause for a good spanking. 
Young Athena was surprised she hadn't been given the lecture
about it yet.

Wearing only her matching low-cut dark green panties and bra,
Little Athena simply wanted to snuggle under the covers, but her
aunts were not finished with her yet. They flipped her over onto
her tummy and opened her bra. 

"Goodness!" she thought. "They never did that before!"

Young Athena had always been very self conscious about her
developing chest, and now she kept her arms tightly at her sides
to hide her new titties from her aunts after her bra was taken
away. She kept her arms there even as she was pulled backwards
over the edge of the bed, so that no one could see her new
bulges.

"Ooo! That tickles!" she giggled as her bare nips dragged across
the rough coverlet. 

Distracted by the enjoyable sensation, the dazed reporter did not
notice that she was being positioned half-way off of the bed. 
When her legs and hips were dangling over the side, she felt her
arms being pulled away from her sides and stretched out over the
bed.

"Hang on now, slut," a voice said gently into her right ear.

"Okay," Young Athena said happily and held tightly to the
coverlet. Her aunts had never called her 'slut' before and she
wondered what it meant. They only used that word when they were
talking about a grownup, so that must mean they thought she was a
grownup too! How nice! 

It was only then that she realized that she was about to fall off
the bed. She tried to pull herself up, but another voice said,
"Don't move, slut."

"Oh, goody!" a cheerful Athena cried. Her aunts always had such
nice surprises for her. They were always having her close her
eyes or hid her face before they gave her some cute present. It
was always a fun time when they were around. She wondered what
it was going to be this time.

It was only when her panties were being lowered over her hips and
down her legs that the fogged 22-year old began to dimly realize
that something might be wrong. Her happy childhood dream ended
abruptly when she felt something long and narrow being pressed
tentatively across her bare bottom.

"W-where am I?" she weakly groaned in confusion as she fought to
understand. "Mommy, what's...what's happening?"

Whack!

"Ow!" Athena yelled in surprise as her buttocks quivered
enticingly from the blow.

Being careful not to block the view from the mini-cam, Tara
hefted the long wooded ruler and swung again.

Whack!

"Ow! What's going on? What's happening?" Athena pleaded. She
wanted desperately to protect herself, but she couldn't do that
and hold onto the bed at the same time! She tried constantly
shifting her hips away but it didn't help at all!

Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Whaaaa! What did I do? Mommy? What did I do? Whaaaa!"

"Mommy? What the...?" asked a momentarily confused Tara. "Oh, I
see. You've been a very bad girl, and you are being punished."

Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Whaaaaa! No, Mommy!" protested a dazed Athena. "I've been
good!"

"No, you haven't!" replied Tara.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Noooo! WHAAAA!!"

Athena was so confused! She wasn't sure who she was or where she
was. All she knew for certain was that her poor bottom was
burning! She knew she was a good little girl, so why was she
being punished? At least the whacks were becoming less frequent.
But now something else was happening. She was feeling very warm
and melting all over, and not very child-like at all! She had
the strangest itching between her wide-spread legs, like her
cunny was being tickled even as she was being spanked!

A tearful Athena looked up and noticed in a large wall mirror by
the bed the reflection of a monitor on a desk that was glowing in
the semi-darkness. On the monitor was an image of a girl
dangling naked off of a bed. The girl's quivering buttocks
glowed a faint pink underneath their golden tan as they were
struck again and again by a long wooden ruler. "Oh, the poor
thing!" thought the sobbing Athena. "She's being punished too!"

She looked closer and through her tears noticed for the first
time that there was something else on the reflected monitor. It
was showing that in the shadows by the floor, another girl was
laying there on her back, her arms reaching high up between the
first girl's legs, the hands very busy doing something around the
girl's privates. The image changed and an embarrassing close-up
of the spanked girl's crotch filled the screen. Before turning
away, Athena saw that the spanked girl's pussy was also being
spanked in turn with a small plastic ruler by the girl sitting on
the floor beneath her. "Oh, how awful!" thought the crying
reporter. "How could anyone do that, even in a movie?"

How Athena could sympathize with the poor girl on the screen! 
Her own pussy burned fiercely. Her hips were a blazing mixture
of pain and pleasure and the dazed reporter had no idea which was
which any more. Her body jerked over the bed at each hit of her
vulnerable behind, causing her erect nipples to drag ecstatically
over the rough coverlet. In the middle of the worst spanking she
could remember, she was becoming excited! Athena could not
understand it! She was so ashamed, but still she could not help
it! She wanted to cum in the worst way! 

Her fists gripped the coverlet fiercely as she fought against the
growing climax. "Oh, no!" she thought desperately. "Please God,
not here! Not now!" She was in the middle of being punished and
she was going to cum! She had to stop it, before she humiliated
herself in front of everyone. She was going to cum!

But it was no use! Her mouth opened to protest but nothing
emerged as her body convulsed from the marvelous orgasm! Her
vagina pulsed again and again at the joyful release, sending
cascades of her sweet fluids bursting from her tormented cunt to
flow down her sleek inner thighs! The spanking of her glowing
bottom and the weird tickling between her legs continued, while
Athena shuddered uncontrollably as one climax violently followed
another.

When she was totally exhausted, the blows and tickling finally
stopped and her tortured body was allowed to rest. But the
miserable Athena couldn't stop sobbing! She had done it to
herself again! She was completely spent from everything that had
happened and could only lay naked and defeated in a pool of
sweat. She suddenly jerked when she felt something being applied
to her burning buttocks. It felt cool and wonderful, and she
quickly relaxed as the healing substance was spread all over her
hips. The application went deep between her ass-cheeks and even
around her hips to cover her fiery cunt, but Athena was so
miserable that she was will to overlook a few little
indiscretions. The coolness felt too good over her heated skin
to worry about anything else!

She lay half across the bed, softly crying, her legs spread wide
out over the floor. Athena was too worn out for anything more
and wanted only to go home. She felt terribly lost at the
moment. Her normally secure world had shifted radically and she
was not sure of anything any longer. She had been spanked! 
Spanked! And then she came! She came! It was so humiliating! 
She came in front of her Mother! She could just die!

Athena hardly paid attention when she felt something soft sliding
along her ass-cheeks again. "Must be more cream," she thought
miserably. "My poor bottom. I'll never be able to sit again!"

"OH!" she gasped in surprise. Something very odd was happening
behind her! Athena's head automatically jerked up when a strange
object slipped easily between the oddly greasy crevasse of her
buttocks. Athena rose up from the bed and was going to look
behind her when she inhaled deeply in shock! Something was
pressing hard against the small rosebud of her puckered anus! 
She clenched her buttocks tight but whatever it was easily pushed
past the tight elastic of her sphincter and entered her! The
befuddled reporter felt a strange pain as the intruder slowly
worked its way in. Athena could only hold her breath as the
intruder continued to slowly move deep inside of her. When the
movement stopped Athena was relieved to notice how the pain
quickly faded, leaving her with only an oddly pleasant full
sensation. But there was still something in her. Oh God! There
was something inside her! What was her mother doing to her?

The thick clouds in her brain began to part a little as the dildo
in her rectum began to slide slightly back and forth. She wiped
the tears from her face and looked around. This wasn't where she
grew up! She wasn't at home at all! She was...she was at her
friend Tara's. What on earth was happening here?

She knew she had to get away from whatever was going on. Too
exhausted to stand, she rose up on her shaking arms and tried to
crawl to safety. But, as she moved her right knee onto the edge
of the bed, 
something entered her pussy and her mind clouded over again. The
delicious sensations of two dildos moving stealthily within her
caused her whole body to melt! 

"Ohhh! What are you doing?" she gasped in puzzlement as her
misery was now being rapidly overcome by some very delightful
sensations coming from her still twitching pussy.

She was suddenly feeling very sexy and very hot, the strange
object in her behind for the moment forgotten. She balanced
weakly on her hands and knees while the most breathtaking
sensations were coursing through her body, and they were all
coming from her pussy. It was as if something wonderful was in
her steaming pussy, and her cuntal muscles were reacting by
clasping greedily around the slippery trespasser of her proud
body. 

"Oh, my God!" she said breathlessly. "What's happening to me?" 

The bewildered Athena had no idea why she was suddenly feeling
like an overstuffed sausage, yet it felt so yummy she didn't
care. The unbelievable sensations coming from behind her were
incredibly intense, and any movement on her part just seemed to
increase them. 

She tried to keep still but the sensations were simply too
overwhelming! Her greedy body quickly adjusted to the diabolical
workings of the two intruders and Athena was shocked to find
herself pushing her hips back in response to whatever was
happening behind her. 

Sensing their victory, Tara and Stephanie stepped up their pace.
They worked the deadly dildos faster and faster into the once
haughty senior's steaming holes, and Athena mindlessly matched
them stroke for stroke!

The frazzled reported tried desperately to stay up, but the
exciting sensations proved to be too much for her and she slowly
collapsed full length onto the bed. She felt her hips being
raised and a pillow placed underneath them before the delicious
feelings continued.

Athena could fight it no longer. It was all too much for her
overwhelmed mind to comprehend. Any concept of rational thought
fled into the sensual darkness of her subconscious. A purely
sexual animal, hungry for release, now took over. The animal
deliberately raised her hips and spread her legs wide in
invitation. Although completely exhausted and covered in sweat,
Athena's beautiful body excitedly responded to whatever was being
done to it! Grunting in pure pleasure, the animal moved her hips
in perfect rhythm with the dildos that were eagerly seeking out
her essence.

Drool pooled from her open mouth onto the coverlet as the
consumed reporter grunted in feral happiness. The right side of
her face glistened with her own saliva when the girls turned her
over onto her back. A naked Trisha immediately started suckling
and pulling on Athena's firm breasts with her teeth as Tara and
Stephanie began to slam the dildoes deep into the perfect body.
On and on they pounded, as Athena quivered and shook under the
delightful assault.

"AAAHHH!!!" screamed the animal once known as Athena Valentine
joyfully as her body was wonderfully consumed in a sexual
firestorm! On the edge of unconsciousness, her body rocked from
a mighty series of climaxes! She heard only a vast roaring in
her ears as her pounding heart sent everything to her spasoming
cunt! 

Silence returned to her destroyed mind only when her vagina
pulsed its last and the sexual animal that was Athena Valentine
felt content to rest.

She never noticed how the other three girls then pleasured each
other in a free-for-all orgy conducted all around the room, never
stopping until each was completely satisfied.

She never noticed how, much later, an evilly smiling Tara was
standing by the bed. The girl was nude and holding a razor in
one hand and a can of shaving cream in the other. 

"Lights, camera, action," Tara whispered.

**

When Athena woke up, everything was quiet. The only light came
from Tara's large computer monitor on her desk. The girls were
all sound asleep, bundled in blankets scattered all over the
room, Tara on the bed with her, the others on the floor. The
reporter noticed that she herself was completely nude, and had
been given no covers of any kind. She hugged herself as her
nipples became painfully erect in the cool morning air. Her head
had a brass drum pounding away inside and she could barely think.


"Oh, God," she moaned in agony as she held her thumping head. 
"What was I drinking?"

She felt something tickling her between her legs. She looked
down and saw a feathery stuffed yellow chick wedged at the apex
of her thighs. She automatically tired to remove it, and was
stunned when several feathers remained stuck to her sensitive
inner thighs and pubic area. It was impossible, but did someone
actually try to tease her with this?

"What happened last night?" she asked herself quietly. "What in
hell happened?"

She slowly plucked herself off in dismay. She looked down again
and noticed something else. Underneath the sticky feathers, she
was bald! She couldn't believe it! Her lovely pubic hair was
gone, all gone! She remembered vaguely having some very
embarrassing conversation about trimming and shaving, but that
was all. 

"Oh, no," she whispered. She must have agreed to a trim or
something and they got carried away! How stupid could she be,
letting them do something that intimate to her? 

"Those drunken lunatics could have cut me," she thought, staring
down with horror at her smooth little mound. It was unbelievably
responsive, and, suddenly feeling sick, she wondered what else
they had done to her. Her now-bare mound was surprisingly sticky
with drying fluids, and even in the dim light Athena could see
that her labia and the surrounding area was all red and swollen.
Even her breasts felt sore, but not as sore as her poor bottom. 
She wondered if she would be able to sit in class today, let
alone be able to drive home this morning. 

She felt worn and used, as if the terrible Devereux children had
gotten frisky with her again. But these were her very good
friends, the top seniors in her school. They certainly were not
young curious children like those awful others who were eager to
explore her proud body and tried to at every opportunity. So,
why should she feel this way now? Her pussy was still tingling,
still ready. She wished she had taken her anti-sex pills before
coming here. Actually she wished she could take them all the
time but she only had a few left and needed to save them for true
emergencies. She always felt safer after she had taken one, but
then she had never felt the need for them until now. Maybe it
had something to do with being shaved...down there. 

She stood up on shaking legs and immediately noticed all sorts of
interesting twinges coming from every part of her poor body, but
especially from below her waist. "What happened?" she asked
again as she carefully tried to work the soreness out of her
obviously strained muscles. "What happened?"

If only she could remember! But her head hurt much too badly to
do much of anything. She wondered briefly if she should wake
Tara and ask her what happened, but she realized by doing that it
would be a sign of incredible weakness on her part, and would be
hardly within her role as the Superior Woman. Besides, what was
she going to say to her? Ask the teen for her hair back?

The monitor flashed and Athena turned to look at it. Images of
semi-dressed girls were passing by in a continuous session. Her
ready pussy tingled at the sight and Athena felt her nipples
harden. She quickly moved over to the desk and touched the
keyboard to remove the screen saver. That was the last thing she
needed right now.

The monitor now showed an empty spot on a bed in a darkened room.
In a corner of the screen was the small caption, 'Athena-Cam'. 
She hurriedly turned the monitor off. "What a terrible idea for
a show," she thought. "Actually watching someone in their home
like that." She remembered watching something like that
recently, and her heart started to pound at the memory.

"Phew!" whispered Athena in the totally dark room as she tried to
calm down again. What was that all about? Oh, God! Her body
was reacting to the slightest stimulation, anything at all, even
if it wasn't intended to be sexy. 

"Damn. Oh, damn. It's happening again," the reporter sniffed.
The last time this started, her normally very disciplined body
betrayed her at every opportunity. She had absolutely no
self-control what so ever! Even little children felt they could
do whatever they wanted with her. In the most public of places,
the slightest touch and she would go off like a skyrocket! It
was so humiliating! She would start cuming and never stop! 
That's what her precious pills were suppose to prevent, but they
were in her gym locker at school. They were useless to her now.

Feeling very confused, Athena decided that it was probably best
if she just went home. Any questions she had could be answered
later. She tried slowly searching for her clothes but it was
impossible to see in the black room. 

She tried moving one foot at a time, and use them to search for
any lumps of cloth on the floor of the jumbled room. She
eventually admitted defeat when she stumbled over a small warm
pile of clothes and found herself holding a rather pert and very
naked breast. Athena leapt back as if she had touched fire. 
Indeed, the sensation of the breast seemed burned into her palm
and refused to go away. How odd!

She slowly felt her way back to the desk and turned on the small
lamp there. Now she could find her things and leave, before she
got into any more trouble.

But when she finally found her clothes, she was horrified! 
Everything except for her boots had been fastened into tight
knots! 

"Oh, those damn kids," she groaned. She tried to untie them with
numb fingers, but except for her top it was all much too
difficult for her to accomplish. She would just have to fix them
when she got home. 

"That's just great," she muttered as she held her useless
clothes. Her eyes teared over this great injustice. First she
was sore all over from doing God-knows-what, and now this! 

"It's just not fair!" she wailed quietly as she carefully sat
back on the edge of the bed. Crying silently, she slipped into
her top and boots. When she was finished, she looked at the
twisted bundle that was her clothes.

"Oh, God!" she moaned. Her top came down to just below her
waist. It didn't cover her at all! "Now what am I suppose to
do?" In her distress she never even considered borrowing a few
things from the girls who got her into this mess in the first
place.

She gathered up her belongings and, before turning out the light,
she made sure she had a clear path to the door. She turned out
the light and, holding her bundle in front of her bare hips with
her left hand while stretching her right hand out in front, moved
slowly to the door, all the while extremely conscious of how
exposed her poor abused buttocks and pussy were to anyone who
cared to look. No matter how hard she pulled, her top just
didn't stretch at all. 

Trying to be as quiet as possible, she opened the door and she
made her way into the equally dark hall beyond. "Don't these
people believe in lights?" she muttered.

She quietly closed the door and heard a tiny click. She tried
the knob and confirmed that she was now locked out of Tara's
bedroom. Her heart pounded a moment, then she calmed down again.
Well, it didn't really matter anyway. She certainly had no
reason to go back there again. 

As she walked away from the door, she heard a voice from the
other side say sweetly, "Goodnight, Athena!"

Athena blushed as she realized at least one of them had been
watching her run around the bedroom completely exposed the entire
time! Oh, no!

In the lightless hall, the dazed Athena quickly became
disoriented. She had no idea where she was heading as she felt
her way along the wall. 
Finding a gap in the wall, she turned into it, thinking it must
be the stairs. But no, it was not. When she felt tile under her
boots, she realized she was in a bathroom. Immediately her full
bladder started bubbling plaintively. 

"Damn. Of all the times to have to go."

She located the door and closed it, then turned on the lights. 
"Ah!" she gasped in pain as the bright lights blinded her. She
dropped her bundle and covered her burning eyes with her hands. 
Athena had to wait until they had adjusted to the light before
she felt safe enough to move.

When she uncovered her eyes and saw her reflection in the mirror
over the sink, she immediately wanted to cover them again. "OH
MY GOD!" she cried before remembering where she was. The last
thing she wanted was to wake anyone. Still, it was quite a
shock, seeing the half-naked mess that once was a very well
groomed Athena Valentine!

Her beautiful hair was all matted and tangled into a big blonde
disaster. And the rest of her...! "Oh my God!" she breathed.
It was worse then she imagined. She must have been insane, to
think she could go out like this! Her hips were completelybare!

Yet why did she feel so sexy, running around a strange house with
her cunt and ass so shamefully exposed? Her entire body was
tingling wildly at the prospect of being caught half-undressed
like this. She was insane!

Trying to keep her erratic mind on more practical matters, she
found a brush and comb on the sink and began to straighten out
her hair as she went to the commode to relieved herself.

**

Feeling and looking much better, Athena turned out the light,
opened the door and began her blind search for the staircase once
again. 

A door opened and the far end of the hall flooded with light. A
frightened Athena heard Tara's mother say, "I tell you I heard
something!"

Athena panicked! She dropped her clothes and frantically began
looking for a place to hide.

"Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!" whispered the fearful reporter,
dancing in her anxiety for escape. She looked back towards
Tara's door but realized she would never make it, even if she
could get someone awake long enough to let her in.

Out of options, she tried the closest door but it was locked. 
She tried another across the hall and found it thankfully open. 
She slipped inside and closed it behind her. It was only as she
was leaning against the door, enjoying the unusual feel of the
cool wood on her sore bottom, that she realized in her panic she
had left her bundle of clothes out in the hall!

"Shit!" she said.

"Who's that?" said a small frightened voice.

"Oh, my!" She must have stumbled into the room of Tara's younger
sister and awakened her. "Damn!" she muttered. "What else can
go wrong tonight?"

**

Athena Valentine stood paralyzed. She had no idea what to do
next. It was one thing to think about being caught running
around a strange house in just her top and boots, but to have it
actually happen...! Oh My God!

Although the room was in total darkness, Athena automatically
covered her bare pubic area with her hands. "Don't be afraid. 
I'm...I'm just a friend of your sister's," she whispered.

"Then why are you whispering?" the voice said clearly.

"I don't want to wake everyone up," Athena whispereddesperately.

"Oh," the voice said, a little quieter.

A bright beam of light shot out from the far side of the room,
and Athena was immediately blinded. She used her right hand to
protect her eyes while keeping her left protectively over her
bare crotch.

"Oooh, you're pretty," the voice cooed.

"Ah, thank you. Could you please turn out that light. It
hurts."

"Oh! You're not dressed!"

"Damn," muttered Athena. "She would notice that."

To the unseen girl she said, "Yes, I know. It's late and
I'm...I'm getting ready for bed."

"Okay."

"Well," the reporter thought, very relieved. "That was easy."

"Come on in."

"Oh. Well, you see it's nice of you to offer and...Ah!" Athena
cried as something grabbed her left wrist. She backed against
the door as Athena felt her hand being pulled inexorably away
from her bare sex! 

"No! Wait!" she whispered loudly. "What are you doing?"

"Taking you to bed, of course. It's what you said."

"Oh, God. But that's not what I meant. Please, let...go!"

But the girl did not let go and began to led the blinded reporter
across the room. Athena tried to uncover her eyes, but the harsh
light was still focused on her face. Even with her eyelids
closed the light still hurt, so her right hand had to remain over
her smarting eyes. She had to leave her left hand clamped over
her bare pussy to keep it from being exposed to the strange girl
who was tugging on her wrist. The only thing she could do for
the moment was to allow herself to be led away from the door and
farther into the room, trying desperately all the while not to
expose herself in front or in back any more then she had to. 

"Look, honey," Athena quietly began when their procession finally
stopped. "What I meant was that I was going to my own bed."

"Dressed like that? Oh, sure. Here we are. Hop in."

Athena risked opening her eyes a tiny bit and could just see that
there was now a single bed in front of her. She didn't have time
for this. She was exhausted and her aching body was desperate
for sleep. If she got into that bed she might never get up!

"Honey, all I want is to..."

"Cassandra?" a voice called quietly from the hall. "Are you all
right, precious?"

"Yes, Mom!" the girl called back. To Athena she said, "You had
better get in, unless you want to explain to my Mom what you are
doing running around my room like that."

"But I'm not doing anything...!" a whispering Athena protested. 
But the more she thought about it, the more she realized how
humiliating it would be to have Tara's mother find her like this.
How could she ever explain it? "Okay, okay! I'll get in! Just
don't tell her about me, all right. It will be our little
secret."

"And be careful of Suzie."

Keeping her denuded loins covered, Athena turned and backed into
the bed, quickly scrambling under the covers until she was
completely concealed.

"Ugh! Take your shoes off first," Athena heard the girl complain
from the door.

"Oh, sorry," she replied. The loud sound of two boots hitting
the polished wooden floor quickly followed.

"Who's Suzie?" asked a puzzled Athena from under the covers, but
Cassandra was already by the door talking to her mother. Athena
knew she was certainly alone in the bed. Suzie must be a doll
or something. The girl seemed a little old for dolls, but you
could never tell about a thing like that. Athena did have a
brief glimpse of a white ball of fur about the size of a tennis
ball on the pillow and realized that Suzie must be some kind of
stuffed animal. How cute! 

Well, as soon as things quieted down again, she would convince
the child that this was all a weird dream, and then she could get
the hell out of here and leave the kid with her cuddly friend. 
She just wished she had something to wrap around her naked waist.
She didn't want to steal a towel from the bathroom in case they
thought she was some kind of thief, but perhaps the girl could
get her something instead!

Listening for any indication that she might be in trouble, Athena
could hear nothing of the muffled conversation between the girl
and her mother going on by the door. Finally she heard the girl
speaking by the bed.

"It's okay. You can come out now. She's gone. Just don't wake
Suzie. It makes her cranky."

Athena stifled a laugh. How cute can you get? Worrying about a
stuffed animal like that!

"I'll be sure not to wake her," she whispered. Athena couldn't
help but smile as she slowly brought her tousled head out of the
covers. The least she could do for this nice girl was to play
the game with her for the short time that she would be here. In
a few minutes mom should be back in bed and then it would be safe
for her to leave this one.

The girl suddenly put her fists on her hips. "Now you've done
it," she scolded quietly.

"What?" asked Athena. "What have I done?"

"It's Suzie. She's up now."

Athena froze when she heard a soft squeak. She turned her head
and found herself staring at a long white snout with a pink nose
at one end and two transparent pink eyes that glowed in the
semi-darken room at the other end.

Athena gulped as her heart stopped. It couldn't be! It just
couldn't!

"W-what...what is Suzie?"

"She's my friend."

"Y-yes, but what is she?" Athena trembled in fear as the strange
creature ambled across the pillow and was soon nose to nose with
her.

"Suzie's my pet rat. Isn't she cute?"

Athena Valentine had an absolutely dread of anything she
considered a creepy-crawly. She was terrified of anything with
more then two legs that was smaller then a cat. Now, face to
snout with such a creature, there was only one thing Athena could
do. Her eyes promptly rolled up in her head and she fainted!

**

"This had better be real fucking important."

"Hello, Maggie?"

"I knew it. As soon as it rang I knew it would be you. 
Cassandra, do you have any fucking idea what time it is?"

"Wait a minute."

"Don't...!"

"It's 3:15."

"Oh, thank you, God, for making my best friend an idiot."

"Maggie!"

"All right, already. What is it this time? Have you been
watching those DVD's you found in your parent's bedroom again?"

"No, I can't find them any more. Anyway, this is more
important."

"So tell me!"

"Maggie, there's a naked girl in my bed and she's beautiful."

"Good night."

"No, Maggie! Wait! It's true. There really is a naked girl in
my bed. Honest!"

"Oh, God. If I flunk that English test tomorrow because of
you...!"

"Maggie! I need you."

"Sigh. Why me? Okay, so there's a naked girl in your bed. Good
night!"

"Maggie!"

"All right, all right. Who is she?"

"A friend of Tara's. I've never seen her here before. Tara had
a party last night and all her stuck-up, so-called friends were
over. She always has parties when our parents are out, and she
never invites me. Not ever!"

"Ah, Cassandra. Could we please GET TO THE FUCKING POINT?"

"Oh. Sorry. It's just that it makes me so mad the wayshe's..."

"Cassandra!"

"Well, she was hiding in my bed when she met Suzie and..."

"Oh, sweet Jesus! Are you still sleeping with that damned rat?"

"Suzie's my friend."

"Ugh! Do you have any idea how...how disgusting that is?"

"She's clean. I give her a bath once a week."

"That's not the point! Oh, never mind, it's too damn late for
this. Good bye!"

"But, Maggie!"

"Oh, right. The friend of your crazy sister. Look, can't we do
this on the bus tomorrow? No? Okay, so she was naked and got
into your bed." 

"No, she was only half-naked then."

"Really? Which half?"

"Now you're interested."

"No, I'm not. I was just curious, that's all."

"'Just interested', ha! I've seen your magazine collection. I
know what you like."

"At least I don't sleep with a rat. Oh, come on, let's hear it,
Cassandra. We've seen those parties your sister likes to have. 
This one must have been something!"

"It was pretty noisy."

"So this girl gets lost and goes to your room by mistake?"

"I don't think she was lost. More like she was hiding from
someone, probably Mom."

"Oh, sure. Running around your upstairs naked."

"Half naked."

"Oh, sorry. Half naked. You never said which half."

"She didn't have on any...pants. No skirt, either. Then she got
into my bed and fainted."

"So how did she get naked if she was passed out?"

"I...I took her top off."

"You little stinker!"

"And I threw it and her boots out the window! Well, I didn't
want her to leave right away."

"Okay, a captive audience. So now what?"

"You have to promise not to tell anyone."

"I know it's all bullshit anyway so why not.... Hey! What's
that noise? It sounded like someone groaning."

"It was just her rolling over. Oh, Maggie! She's on her back
now and I can see...everything!"

"Oh, God! You aren't kidding, are you? This is not just a dream
or something? It's...it's really happening?!?!"

"Maggie, she's naked and I don't know what to do!"

"Well, you just...cover her up. I'm sure she'll be fine in the
morning."

"No, Maggie. It's not that at all. I want to...to make her
'go'."

"You want her to do what? Leave? Then why did you take her
clothes?"

"No! I want to make her, you know, 'go'."

"Wait a minute. You don't mean 'cum' by any chance?"

"Yes, that's it! I want to make her...cum."

"You're really something. So what's stopping you?"

"I don't know what to do!"

"Oh."

"She so beautiful and I want to, you know, I really want to, but
I don't even know where to start. Help me, Maggie. After all,
I'm only 12. You are so much older then I am. You said you
would teach me all about that stuff."

"Right, six months can make such a difference. Okay, okay. 
Well, first you...first you... Then you... Shit! I'll be right
over."

"Thanks, Maggie."

"Hey. What are friends for? Oh, and leave your window open. 
Bye!"

**

She was naked! It was her first thought. For the second time
tonight Athena Valentine had been undressed, and the thought
almost sent her into a blind panic. She was naked on the bed! 
My God! What had happened to her top? She was naked and there
was a rat in here! 

The panicking reporter took a quick look around. The girl was
standing in front of a large wire cage resting on top of a
dresser. She was holding the rat in both hands and was talking
to it!

"Sorry, Suzie, but you know how Maggie gets when you are out, so
it's back in the cage for you." 

As Athena watched the girl put the rat back in the cage, she
breathed a sigh of relief. She checked around for something to
cover herself but the bed had been stripped bare. Damn! At
least the rat was in a cage and she was safe. Athena closed her
eyes and pretended to still be sleeping to gain some time. 

Now all she had to do was to understand what to do next. She was
still very naked. Her heart raced as she tried to calm herself.
Nothing had happened after all, and it wasn't exactly the first
time she had mysteriously lost her clothes in front of others,
especially children. But she knew deep within her soul that it
was more then just fear and humiliation at being so exposed and
vulnerable that made her heart pound so. Perhaps it was a
reaction to the unbelievable things her best friends had already
done to her still simmering body. Perhaps it was a late result
of what had happened to her at the Devereux mansion. Whatever
the reason, her heart was pounding not only in fear, but in sweet
anticipation! 

She couldn't believe it! What was wrong with her? She must be
mentally ill to feel that way! Here she was, an ace reporter who
was once again naked and helpless at the hands of a mere child,
and her nipples were already terribly stiff. What did she expect
to happen? 

In the past month she had been feeling strangely lonely, her body
empty. She started dreaming of those terrible days at the
Devereux estate, but in her dream she was strangely happy at all
of the shameful attention her body was receiving. It had felt so
good, all of those hands on her, relentlessly questing,
searching, and eventually finding her very essence, regardless of
her every protest or act of defense. In spite of the debasement,
Athena hadn't realized how good and exciting it truly had been,
until she had returned to her normal life once again. And
tonight Tara and her friends had reminded her of what it had been
like, of what she had been missing. It had been terrible of
course, and yet...

Now it was beginning to happen to her for real once again, and
she was frantic. Every inch of skin, every follicle of hair had
turned into a highly sensitive antenna that searched endlessly as
she waited, waited breathlessly for the first touch, the first
defilement, the first caress.

She didn't know if she should scream in terror or shout for joy
when she felt her right nipple being tugged in a tentative way. 

"Where's that darn Maggie when you need her?" Cassandramuttered.

"Right here. Now help me in and we'll get started."

"Maggie! You're still in your nightie!"

"So are you. Big deal. Now help me in."

To Athena's deep concern, she realized that now there were two of
them in the room. To her relief, at least the tugging
immediately stopped. She knew the young girl wouldn't dare be so
bold with someone else in the room.

"Maggie! I'm so glad you came!"

"Yes, and so shall she!"

"Oh, goodie! What's in your backpack?"

"Uh, training aids. Wow. You weren't kidding about her, were
you?"

"I know. Isn't she beautiful, even naked like that?"

"I'd say especially naked, like that. Wow."

"Wait until I turn the light on, and then you'll really see
something." Cassandra walked to the door and turned on the
room's ceiling light. She then rejoined her friend by the bed.

The nude Athena Valentine lay on her back in all her golden
splendor. Thick blonde hair was artfully tousled around the fine
features of the resting face, her full lips parted slightly to
reveal the even white teeth beyond. The tanned size-36C breasts
rose and fell as the increasingly nervous Athena tried
desperately to control her ragged breathing. Above the narrow
waist and flaring hips, the girls marveled at the convex tummy
with its cute indented naval and sprinkling of fine hairs. Her
right knee was cocked to one side, revealing the bare, swollen
slit that still glistened with vaginal fluids. Her tapered
thighs flowed down to sculptured caves and slender feet with
perfectly trimmed and polished toenails.

"Her bottom's nice too," breathed Cassandra.

"I believe you. I feel like such a stick. What I wouldn't give
to look like that when I grow up."

"Me too, Maggie. Me too."

Finally, Cassandra got up the courage to ask, "So, what do we do
first?"

"Here," Maggie said, as she handed her friend the backpack. 
"Check these out."

"Three cans of whipped cream, a jar of cherries, and some
bananas. What is all this? Dessert?"

"In a way. Give me two cans of whipped cream and you take the
third."

"Okay, now what are we supposed to do?"

"Her."

"Oh, no, you don't!" Athena snapped as she sat up. After seeing
once again that there were no covers of any kind, she scooted
backwards moved until her spine was firmly against the wall at
the head of the bed. As she moved she quickly wrapped her arms
around her bare chest and twisted her legs together, trying to
hid as much of her bare self as she could. Things were getting
out of hand again. She had hoped, as humiliating as it might
have been, that simply laying quietly and perhaps having her tits
played with would have been all, but these girls were planning
something very weird and she wanted nothing to do with it. It
was time to take charge!

"You're awake!" gasped a shocked Cassandra as she backed away
from the bed.

"What do you girls think you are doing?" Athena quietly asked in
her most chilling nanny voice. Although trying her best, she
found it very difficult to be full of moral indignation while
being embarrassingly naked in front of two wide-eyed
twelve-year-old girls. "Where are my clothes?"

"That was my question," Maggie shot back. "Where are your
clothes? You weren't exactly dressed when you came in here, were
you?"

"That's...that's none of your business," sputtered Athena. If
only she had something to cover herself with! She could only
watch in concern as Maggie popped the protective tops off of her
two cans and began to rapidly shake them. 

"W-what are you going to do with those?"

"You'll find out."

"Oh, no! I don't think so, little girl."

"Suzie! Get off the bed," hissed Cassandra suddenly.

Athena's scream of terror echoed through the quiet house as she
leapt from the bed, all thoughts of modesty forgotten in her
haste to escape from the presence of the feared Suzie!

It was only after she left the bed that Athena turned back to
look frantically from the dreaded rat, gasping, "Where is it? 
Where is it?" But the bed was empty. When the sound of 
giggling finally overcame that of her pounding heart, Athena knew
she had been made the victim of a joke. Furious, she turned to
face the young prankster with her fists on her hips, her bare
breasts quivering in her agitation at being made a such a fool.

"You little...!" she began but was interrupted when she felt
something cold going into the narrow crack of her behind!

"EEEEEE!" a shocked Athena screamed shrilly. She whorled around
with her hands behind her to protect her violated bottom. Her
out-thrust breasts shaking, she could only stare in wild
disbelief at a grinning Maggie who was holding two spray-cans of
whipped cream. "How could you?" Athena angrily shouted.

Maggie looked around the highly agitated senior and nodded
slightly to an anxious Cassandra who was slowly approaching
Athena from behind . The other girl's face lit up when she
realized what her friend had in mind. 

Maggie raised both cans and, while an open-mouth Athena stared in
disbelief, sprayed the tops of her vulnerable breasts.

"NO!" cried the reporter. Backing away from this terrible child,
Athena automatically brought her hands up to remove the creamy
substance from her proud chest.

Seeing her chance from behind, Cassandra liberally sprayed
Athena's defenseless left buttock. The reporter squealed and
jumped at the contact. She spun around once again to protect
herself from this new threat and raised her hands in front of her
to prevent any more of the messy cream from coming on her. As
soon as she did so, Maggie moved up behind her and sprayed a
large 'Z' across the shapely lower back.

"No one can escape the wrath of Zorro!" a triumphant Maggie
yelled.

No matter what the distressed Athena tried, she could not protect
herself from this pair of precocious 12-year olds. They always
found a way past her defenses and her body was slowly becoming
totally coated with the cold cream. She was soon dizzy from the
constant turnings and the young girls noticed that the tired
senior began to leave more and more openings for them. 

When Athena felt a little of the gooey stuff in her precious hair
she couldn't stand it! "No!" she cried. "Not my hair!"

Seeing her reaction, the girls immediately began spraying
everything they had onto Athena's golden hair. 

Athena gave up trying to protect herself. "My hair!" she sobbed
as she held both hands to her head and ran her fingers through
the gooey mess. She desperately tried to clean away the
all-present whipped cream. "My beautiful hair!"

"What do we do now?" asked a delighted Cassandra when she saw
that the beautiful senior was no longer trying to protect her
body from them.

"You get her tits. I'll get the other thing!" called Maggie
gleefully as she crouched behind the completely distractedwoman.

Cassandra used her almost-empty can carefully on the quivering
breasts. She watched in wonder at how the nipples grew and
hardened as she placed the cream on them. When her can was
empty, she put it aside and wondered what to do next. The
beautiful, sobbing woman standing in front of her, even with her
hands running through the mess of her hair, reminded Cassandra of
nothing more than a gorgeous dessert. At last the young girl
knew what to do. She thought briefly about calories and prayed
that her friend would at least have the sense to bring low-cal
whipped cream for something like this. Tentatively, Cassandra 
began to lick the tip of the perfect left breast. The cream
tasted smooth and rich, and was already beginning to heat from
the warm quivering flesh underneath. Every so often, the woman
would moan or jump, and Cassandra wondered if it was she or her
friend Maggie who was causing these sexy reactions. When her
tongue encountered the extended nipple, she bit into the
semi-hard tissue lightly, half-thinking it some small cherry. 

In-between her sobs the startled woman gasped, "Oh!", and
Cassandra marveled at the reaction. That was her! She had done
that! "What else can I make her do?" she wondered happily and
began to nibble on the nipple even more.

Maggie meanwhile had knelt behind the distraught senior and
raised her remaining can carefully between the slightly parted
legs. She touched the can's plastic nozzle to the swollen labia
and felt the hips jerk. Maggie ran the spray along the entire
length of the narrow slit, coating it and the surrounding tender
inner thighs. She heard a faint groan from above and wondered if
it was she was causing these reactions, or her friend Cassandra.


Maggie leaned around and completely coated the bare pubic area. 
"What in hell happened to her hair?" she wondered. "She looks
like a damn baby." Knowing she only had a few seconds of cream
left, Maggie worked the nozzle through the swollen nether lips
and sprayed some cream directly into the tight opening. 

This time the reaction was unmistakable! Maggie heard the
answering groan and almost shouted in joy. She had done that! 
That was her! She looked at her can and wondered what else she
could with it to make this senior react? 

She went back behind the senior and began to work the nozzle
through the coated, trembling ass cheeks. Maggie was feeling
around for that small opening she knew was in there somewhere
when the door to the bedroom burst open. 

At the sound both girls guiltily jumped away from the nude senior
and faced the door. Maggie dropped her can and kicked it under
the bed. 

A very angry slim, middle-aged woman with very short blonde hair
in a full-length old bathrobe strode into the room. "What in
hell is going on here?" the woman demanded. It was Cassandra's
mother, Carol Marcus, and she was not happy!

Here to investigate the constant racket, Carol quickly surveyed
the scene before her with the practiced eye of a mother long
experienced with strange sounds in the night. No blood anywhere,
that's a good sign. A nude girl, obviously one of Tara's friends
who had gotten very lost, stood completely covered in whipped
cream. It was obvious that the crying girl was not happy. It
was also obvious that, under the whipped cream, the girl was one
of the most beautiful young women Carol had seen come into her
home in some time. 

Cassandra's mouth was covered in cream and the distressed woman's
quivering left breast was the only place on her front that was
not. "Interesting," a secretly amused Carol thought. "Must run
in the family."

Margaret was standing behind the naked woman, as usual trying to
look inconspicuous, this time with topping-covered hands.

"I see you, Margaret. You can come out now."

"Yes, Mrs. Marcus," Maggie glumly responded, but she still didn't
move.

It was some time before the dazed reporter realized what was
happening. While she was trying to clean her hair, she had been
having the oddest sensations. Athena had been so upset about
what had happened to it, she never noticed that the girls had
moved in for something much more intimate then Athena would have
thought possible. By the time she realized what they were doing,
her heart was racing! She looked down in wide-eyed shock at the
young face attached to her left breast. The combination of the
whipped cream and the girls' touching had made her become very
turned-on and she was feeling dangerously close to a climax. The
thought of cumming before these children horrified her, and it
took every bit of concentration to keep from doing so. If only
they would leave her alone for just a moment!

Athena looked at the angry woman walking around the room and
finally realized her situation. The children had thankfully
stopped whatever they were doing to her, but now she had been
found naked in a child's bedroom! Stunned at being caught,
Athena frantically looked around once again for something to
cover herself. This time she saw a twisted pile of sheets and
blankets under the bed and quickly threw herself at them. She
bent over and with shaking, slippery hands madly began to
separate a sheet from the mess.

"What are you girls playing at, anyway?" stormed Carol from the
center of the room. "Do you know what time it is? And look at
this mess! Cassandra Lynn, you get your butt over here this
instant! I want to hear about this and it had better be good."

"Ah, Mom!"

"Now!"

"Ah, Mom!"

"You said that you had some special company over tonight, but
this is ridiculous!"

"Ah, Mom."

"I think there's one little girl in this room who is going to be
grounded real fast unless she comes up with some very good
answers."

"Ah, Mom."

Athena got her sheet free. She quickly stood and, turning her
back to the arguing pair, wrapped the sheet around herself. The
tight fabric pressed the cream over her sensitive body, and her
knees almost buckled from the incredible sensation. "Please,
God! Not now!" she prayed quietly as she regained control of her
breathing and completed covering herself with the sheet before
fastening it under her chin.. 

Totally oblivious to what was going on around her, it was only
when she turned to face Tara's mother that she realized she was
not alone in the sheet! Maggie was directly behind her!

"Get out!" she hissed. "Get out of there!" She tried to move
away but Maggie was kneeling on the sheet and it almost pulled
off! 

It was then the tearful Athena realized that Cassandra's mother
was standing directly in front of her.

"Oh, God!" she sobbed in desperation.

"'Oh, God!' is right," said Mrs. Marcus. She had seen Maggie
hide under the sheet and wondered what the little imp was up to.
"And, no, I will not get out. That was me you were talking to,
wasn't it?"

"I...no. You ...you don't understand," sobbed Athena.

"You're right there. Now what are you doing here?"

Athena jumped suddenly when she felt two hands slide over her
coated buttocks. Oh, no! Now what was she suppose to do?

"Well, I'm waiting," reminded Carol. She carefully watched the
distracted girl and eagerly waited for the next reaction. "Well,
at least Maggie got her to stop crying," she thought.

Athena gasped when the small hands slipped between the creamed
upper thighs and started to rub her already highly sensitive
pussy. The cream made everything feel so good, it was hard to
think clearly even without those devilish hands between herlegs.

"I...I...was trying to leave and...Oh!" Several small fingers
smoothly entered the tight, hot wetness of her ready sex. 

"Yes?" asked Carol helpfully, very aware of the probable cause of
the girl's discomfort. She glanced at the full breasts thrusting
against the tight confines of the sheet and her lips curved into
a slight smile. The cream had made the sheet almost opaque, and
Carol got her first clear impression of the magnificent body
underneath. "This could get interesting," she thought.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh," gasped the devastated Athena in time to the
hands driving into her vulnerable cunt. The hands working on her
throbbing pussy were driving her mad. In spite of her
humiliation at being caught like this by Tara's mother, it was
what was happening between her legs that had her now, possessing
her completely. She was sick! She was practically naked in a
strange house, covered in whipped cream in front of her best
friend's mother, but it wasn't enough. She couldn't help
herself! She was completely defenseless. The terrible,
wonderful pressure that preceded an orgasm continued to build and
build, and there was nothing she could about it, nothing! She
didn't even have her anti-sex pills! Telling herself it was just
to get more comfortable, a thoroughly ashamed Athena spread her
legs slightly under the sheet.

Noting her defeat, Maggie began to lick the trembling buttocks as
her hands continued to work their inexperienced magic. Her thumb
accidentally found Athena's clitoris under the white cream. 
Maggie wondered what this strange bit of flesh was as she rubbed
her thumb across it.

"AH!" Athena cried helplessly as something brushed her very
sensitive clit. She stiffened and almost came. The sensations
coming from her steaming crotch were electric! She was gasping
openly now and could see Mrs. Marcus oddly looking at her, but
what could she do? 

"Mom?" asked a puzzled Cassandra, standing beside her mother. 
"What's happening?"

Carol put her right index finger to her lips, and quietly said,
"Ssssh. Something wonderful. I'll explain later."

"Okay," said Cassandra.

Maggie eagerly rubbed the erect clit once again and she felt the
senior stiffen. 

"OH NO!" cried Athena in despair as her feverish body was swept
away by a tremendous climax. 

Maggie was surprised when the walls of Athena's hot vagina pulsed
tightly against her intruding fingers. Afraid she had done
something wrong, the shocked 12-year old pulled her hands away
and scrambled out from under the sheet.

"What'd I do? What'd I do?" she babbled in fear.

"Nothing, honey," murmured Carol as she unfastened the totally
oblivious Athena's sheet and let it fall to the floor. "It's all
right."

She watched the gasping senior with interest as the pulsing
vaginal fluids washed away the whipped cream from the edges of
the girl's swollen labia. Carol thought that the mixture of the
two creams would be delicious, but decided that Cassandra and
Margaret had seen enough for one night.

A slightly relieved Maggie joined Cassandra. They watched as
Mrs. Marcus took the dazed, nude senior by the waist and led the
staggering girl to the door. Before leaving the room, she turned
her head and said, "Now, I want this room cleaned up before you
two go to sleep. Get clean sheets from the hall closet. 
Cassandra, you know where they are. Maggie, you're staying here
tonight. I'll call your parents first thing tomorrow and let
them know where you spent the night."

"Yes, ma'am," Maggie said.

"Yes, Mom," Cassandra said.

"But what happened?" asked a very perplexed Maggie.

"Something wonderful," Carol said again. "I'll explain it all
over breakfast. Now start cleaning!"

**

Athena awoke exhausted and disoriented. Something white and
creamy was covering her eyes and she couldn't see. She had no
idea where she was. All she knew was that she was getting wet
and there was an odd sound, like that of a woman singing softly.
Things had become completely out of control for her again. She
had to find her clothes and leave before something else happened.
Athena rubbed her face to wake herself and realized that it was
still covered in whipped cream. She cleaned off her eyes only to
find herself alone in a small brightly lit shower stall with
Tara's mother, hot water streaming over both their naked bodies!

"Oh, my God!" Athena gasped! She backed against a glass wall and
automatically covered her slippery breasts and pubic area. 
"What's...going on? Where am I?"

"Well, let's see," said a very amused Carol. "You are in my
home, a guest I suppose to one of my daughter's famous parties. 
Tara, you remember her? My eldest?"

"Of course," said a flustered Athena. "W-where is she? I need
to talk to her." She must find Tara so she could give her
something to wear, that way she could get away from this crazy
place. The woman was soaping herself right in front of her! Had
she no shame? At times she was even pressing a wet hip or leg up
against hers.

"She's sleeping, I imagine," replied Carol. "I had seen 'Gone
With The Wind' just before I had her and was inspired." Carol
thought a moment, then muttered, "Serves me right."

"What?" asked an increasingly confused Athena. The woman had
turned slightly and her left breast was accidentally pressing
against her arm. What was she doing in the shower with her?

"I like it hot, don't you?"

"Like what hot?"

"The water, of course."

"Oh. Ah, can I leave now?"

"But we haven't done you, yet."

"Done me?"

"You're a mess, honey. Now turn around like a good girl. It's
time for your wash."

"B-but...but...but..."

"Turn around."

"But...I can't..."

"Turn around. Like this." Carol held the delectable senior
firmly by the shoulders and spun her around. Athena's hands went
to cover her now exposed buttocks while Carol pressed the girl's
front firmly against the side of the stall, causing the remaining
whipped cream to smear on the smooth glass.

Carol easily moved the girl's hands to her sides. "Now, now. We
can't wash what we can't see. Just close your eyes and I'll be
done in a moment."

"Oh!" Athena cried in her misery, but she knew the woman was
right. She closed her eyes and waited. Her hands became tightly
clenched fists as she fought the urge to cover herself when the
woman began to soap her back.

When she started soaping the pert buttocks, Carol noticed the
girl stiffen in embarrassment.

"The little scamps really got you, didn't they?" Carol asked as
her hands carefully kneaded the girl's buttocks. "What's your
name, by the way?"

"Athena. Athena Valentine."

This time it was Carol who stiffened. This was the new bitch who
had taken her daughter's rightful place at her school! She began
slapping the vulnerable buttocks.

"Ow!" yelled the shocked Athena. "Hey, that hurts!"

"Have to get all the soap off!" called Carol as she continued to
spank the quivering buttocks.

Carol stopped only after Athena started to cry again. She
pressed herself fully against the distraught girl's back and
reached around to cup the high-set breasts. After hefting the
delicious tits a moment, she began to roughly knead them, being
sure periodically to pull and twist the tender nipples. When
Athena started to protest, Carol swung her around so that the
girl was directly under the high-powered flow of steaming water.
That way the little bitch couldn't talk without hopefully
drowning!

Athena's proud body had been buffeted and abused all night and
she had reached the end. It wasn't just the soreness of her
swollen breasts or the pain of her constantly erect nipples. It
wasn't just the feeling of total fatigue which wrapped her like
a cocoon so strongly that even her perfect teeth felt tired. It
was the knowledge that she had once again lost control of her
life because of her own weakness. Once again her disciplined
body betrayed her and was in fact still more than ready to erupt
at the slightest touch by anyone. Even the inadvertently rough
handling of her body by Mrs. Marcus was causing all kinds of
fireworks to go off in her head. The woman was just washing her
and Athena was ready to cum! To cum! Just like that!

Feelings of defeat washed over her, and the will to fight left
Athena Valentine, the Superior Woman. For the moment, she no
longer cared what happened to her. She just wanted relief from
the exquisite pressures simmering and building inside of her and
then some sweet, sweet sleep.

When Carol felt the senior's body go limp in her arms, and the
protests turn into delicious groans, she turned the girl around
so that the overcome Athena was now facing her. She soaped a
washcloth and ran it vigorously over the girl's front, making a
special effort to dig it harshly into the dazed Athena's tender
breasts and wonderfully hairless crotch!

"Uh!" grunted Athena as the washcloth was pressed tightly against
her poor abused sex and the area rubbed vigourously.

Once she had finished with a quick wipe of Athena's legs and
feet, Carol stood before her 'guest.' The swaying girl's eyes
were dull and practically closed. "Perfect," she thought.

"Darn," observed Carol. "I really can't reach your hair from
here. Oh, I know, just bend over a little."

"W-what?" said Athena dully. 

"Just bend over a little, like this." Carol turned the senior
around once more and pulled on the girl's shoulders so she would
lean forward. "So I can reach you hair."

The woman didn't seem very short at all to her, but the
bewildered Athena was past caring about such things. Relief was
all that mattered to her now, blissful relief. "How far?" she
asked obediently.

"Just keep going. I'll let you know when to stop."

"Now?"

"No, just a little farther."

"Now?"

"No, keep going."

"How about now?"

"No, not there yet."

It was only when Athena's head was resting on the wall and her
sore buttocks pressing against the stall door that Mrs. Marcus
seem satisfied with her position.

The door suddenly popped open under the pressure and only Carol's
quick hands on her breasts kept the dazed reporter from falling
out of the stall.

"Oops a daisy," said Carol as she cheerfully kneaded the hanging
breasts.

"Ohhh, what happened?" groaned Athena in delight as wonderful
sensations were being generated by her chest.

"Ran out of room," Carol explained. "Oh, well. I know what to
do."

She thought about turning off the water, but decided that a good
rinse would do the little slut a world of good. Besides, it
would help keep down the noise. While still working the perfect
tits, Carol leaned over Athena's back, and her added weight
caused the bewildered reporter to sink to her hands and knees in
the stall. 

Carol stood back up again and placed various towels outside of
the stall to soak up any stray water. She then looked over her
handiwork and was satisfied. Even better was the fact that the
girl was still waiting patiently to have her hair washed, her
caves and feet sticking out of the stall, her bottom delightfully
inviting.

"Perfect," Carol said. "Just perfect."

She scurried from the room and returned a few moments later
wearing a narrow plastic harness around her hips. Attached to
the front of the harness was a soft rubber dildo covered in
ridges and knobs. Carol opened a cupboard and took out a special
jell and coated the dildo with it. The jell was both a lubricant
and stimulant, and Carol was very pleased to know that the
effects would be with the bitch for hours and hours, a very long
time indeed.

Athena felt like she was drowning. The water was relentless. 
She wondered what she was doing here on the floor of the shower.
Athena tried looking around but between the water and the wet
hair covering her face, she could not see a thing.

"AAAHHH!" she yelled as the air left her lungs in the shock of
having something very large suddenly enter her poor cunt from
behind. Her passage clutched the intruder tightly. Someone's
hands gripped her upper thighs and moved her hips back and forth,
gradually working the large trespasser deep within her.

"Mrs. Marcus! Mrs. Marcus! What's happening?" Athena cried
breathlessly but could not hear a response. A wonderful burning
sensation began to grow in her abused pussy as her hips were
moved by the unknown hands. Even under the water, Athena could
feel her face become flush as her heart started to pound in her
chest from the incredible sensations coming from between her
legs.

She could feel her buttocks pressing against something slick and
wet, then realized that it must be Mrs. Marcus herself who was
behind her, fucking her, Athena Valentine, the Superior Woman!

Athena hung her head in shame at the thought, but could not deny
the magnificent sensations the woman was causing her. She
started moving her hips in time with Mrs. Marcus', to drive the
trespasser in as far as it could go, and then back out again. 
The fire in her cunt was growing and it seem to Athena's
sex-crazed mind that the only way to quench it was to fuck and
fuck and fuck!

Carol leaned forward to hold Athena's dancing breasts, pressing
her own slightly sagging breasts onto the smooth back.

Water from the still-poring shower sprayed everywhere as the two
women continued their mad jerking dance under the stream. The
thought of having such a manipulating beauty under her thumb was
driving the normally cool Carol Marcus into a sexual frenzy. 
Also, the dildo she had selected deliberately stimulated her clit
at each thrust of her hips and was causing her to rapidly loose
all control. 

Without missing a stroke, Carol leaned back out of the stall and,
using her left foot, tipped over a small plastic trash can that
was by the toilet across from the shower stall, and dragged it to
her. She ignored the cleaning materials it contained and quickly
found the two plastic, spring-loaded clothes pins that she always
kept there for emergencies. 

Carol leaned back into the stall and grabbed the unsuspecting
Athena's dancing tits once again. This time she quickly clipped
a clothes pin to each very erect nipple, then continue her
kneading of the wonderfully firm breast-flesh.

Athena groaned as her nipples caught fire! Combined with the
fire in her cunt, it was overwhelming and she couldn't help but
scream "AAAAAHHHHH!!" as she became engulfed in a storm of
climaxes! One orgasm followed another as the mindless Athena
continued to shout out her pleasure as she joyously fucked the
dildo penetrating her from behind.

Carol Marcus reached her peak right after Athena's third climax
and soon they were both screaming as the pair fucked and fucked
under the shower until neither woman could move any longer. They
lay panting, one on top of the other, until Athena finally
fainted dead away onto her right side when Carol pulled the
clothes pins from her nipples. 

Carol stood up from the stall floor and turned off the water. 
"That was great," she pronounced to her unconscious guest. "You
bitch!"

Now all she had to do was to get this naked slut back to her car
and then she could finally go back to some well deserved sleep.

**

That morning, Tara found Athena's pager on the floor of her
bedroom. It was only after she tasted the sweet sticky substance
which coated the pager did she begin to realize what must have
happened to the normally very cool Athena Valentine. Since the
pager's number was listed across the back of the slim black case
(Athena's editor was trying to be helpful), Tara and the girls
resolved to return Athena's pager to her later that week, at the
worst possible opportunity for Miss Athena Valentine.

**

It was well past sunrise when a still damp Athena awoke in her
SUV. She was shivering in the driver's seat and, except for her
seat belt, she was completely naked! She looked around and saw
that she was still in front of Tara's home.

"Oh, God! What have I done?" she asked herself. Jesus! She
didn't even make it home last night and school had started hours
ago.

She lowered the seat so that only her head showed and very
carefully drove home. As she drove her sex began to burn more
and more, until she actually had to stop along the side of the
road and give herself some relief. "What's the matter with me?"
she cried frantically as she thrust two fingers deep inside of
her lubricated pussy and prayed that no higher truck would drive
past.

When she arrived at her home, she saw that the family cars were
all gone. With everyone at work, she was able to park in front
of the garage and, after a careful check of the neighborhood,
leave the SUV and make a quick nude dash around to the side
garage door, and let herself into the house that way.

She was feeling far too strange even to think about school, so
she called off sick and spent the remainder of the day very
puzzled in bed.

It was only around 4 in the afternoon that her steaming pussy
finally cooled off enough so that it was no longer necessary for
the exhausted reporter to masturbate.

*****


*****

Athena Valentine, the Superior Woman of Elizabeth Borden High
School, walked briskly down the hall, her 4-inch heels giving her
shapely hips a seductive sway. On her lovely face she wore her
usual haughty expression, the look of someone who was truly above
the rest. 

Yet, although she did not show it, the senior was awash in
uncertainty. For the past few months she had been the undisputed
queen of this school. Athena had been the absolute monarch of
all she surveyed and it felt surprisingly good. Even though she
was here simply as another of her undercover assignments, she
found that she actually enjoyed the sensation of being on top for
a change, of being in charge, of being the one who took advantage
of others. It seemed so correct, somehow. After all, wasn't she
the prettiest and smartest girl here? She was on top by right,
and she had ruled her new domain with an iron fist. 

She had been untouchable, but then something changed. In the
past few days she had become very touchable. At her friend
Tara's home, and then this morning at the gym, she had suddenly
become very vulnerable and she could not understand why. What
had changed? Those stares she was receiving now from her fellow
students were not fully the ones of old anymore. Usually they
came from eyes filled with lust (boys) and envy (girls). Now
some of the stares were very calculated, especially those of the
girls, as if some chink in her armor had been revealed and they
were beginning to look for a way in.

But she was Athena Valentine, and she had no chinks! Wasn't she
the Superior Woman at this school? She had to keep telling
herself that. She was the 22-year old woman in a school filled
with children. She had all the advantages. It was, after all,
what got her this well-deserved success she was about to enjoy. 
She had no chinks to worry about. No one would dare mess with
her, otherwise she would squash them as she would some horrible
insect and with about the same amount of hesitation. 

Then she saw Tara and her friends turn the corner at the far end
of the long hall. They were soon coming in her direction and she
froze in her tracks. Her earlier feelings of uncertainty
inexplicably returned and she suddenly felt very afraid.

Thinking fast, Athena darted toward the narrow gap left by two
rows of lockers which lined the wall on her right. She quickly
backed into the gap and only stopped when her back was against
the tiled wall. She prayed that they had not seen her. She felt
stupid hiding like this, but after that bizarre night at Tara's,
Athena had been doing her best to avoid the senior and her
friends all morning. But the reporter couldn't help herself as
all of her earlier confidence inexplicably faded away. Pressing
her back against the wall as tight as she could, Athena closed
her eyes and hoped to shrink into the wall enough so that the
seniors would pass by without seeing her. 

Athena could not understand why she was so jumpy. It was just
Tara after all, the girl she had so easily beaten just a few
months ago. Tara and her friends had been at the top, until
Athena had craftily taken their place. Well, she was after all
the Superior Woman, while these girls were still just kids who
were only on the verge of becoming adults. It wasn't like her to
be afraid of them, not at all. The new and certainly improved
Athena Valentine was not afraid of anything, because she was
finally the one in control of events! 

She squared her shoulders and once again prepared to meet the
world head on! She was superior to anyone here, and no mere
child was going to chase her from the halls!

Athena opened her eyes and was surprised to find Tara standing
directly in front of her, flanked by her friends Trisha and
Stephanie!

"Hello, Athena!" the three seniors sang.

"Uh, hi guys" Athena said nervously. She hated it when they did
that. It was almost like they were making fun of her.

"We're certainly looking The Valley Girl, today," simpered Tara
as she secretly eyed Athena's semi-exposed breasts. The sweater
was now open to below the unaware reporter's bra, and to Tara's
delight the succulent tanned breast-flesh spilled out of the
small cups. 

"Why? What do you mean?" asked Athena. They had seen her naked
in the most humiliating of circumstances and it really bothered
her. Now they were standing close in front of her, practically
pressing up against her, invading her personal space, keeping her
against the wall and preventing her escape. They never did that
before! She was the one who would pin them in some corner when
they had something she wanted. Now it was as if she had lost her
hold over them, and they were in control instead of her. How
ridiculous was that? And why on earth were they staring at her
chest like that? She could feel their eyes boring right through
her clothes and she shivered. Of course it was just a trick to
make her look foolish, and there was no way she was going to give
them the satisfaction of looking down herself! She knew she was
perfect.

She had never felt so vulnerable and she did not enjoy that
sensation at all.

Athena felt very confused. What was with everyone today? She
takes one lousy day off and this is what happens. Well, it was
time to take charge again. She was, after all, the truly
Superior Woman.

"Get out of my way, please," Athena said coldly. "I'm late for
gym."

"What the hell are you doing here?" asked Tara in return. 
"Hiding?"

"I was not hiding!" Athena automatically protested. "I was...I
was..." began Athena, but she couldn't think of anything to say.
Tara and the others had moved even closer to her and it was
making the normally unflappable Athena feel extremely nervous. 
"My...my pump came off and I was just putting it back on."

"How's your shave?" quietly asked a grinning Tara.

"My...my s-shave?" stammered Athena. She blushed a deep red when
she realized that Tara was talking about her bare pussy! Right
here in the hall!

"Yes," said Stephanie. "You must be ready for another one by
now."

"Another?' gasped a suddenly frightened Athena as she fought the
urge to put her hands over her crotch. "Oh, no! Please, not
again!"

"We don't want to give anyone nasty stubble burns, now do we?"
purred Trisha as she reached up the front of the stunned
reporter's short skirt and placed her hand high up between the
sleek, tanned thighs.

Athena's jaw dropped as she felt Trisha's hand cup her pussy
through the sheer material of her expensive panties.

"My God, you're wet!" chuckled a surprised Trisha as she massaged
the warm flesh through the damp panties. "What have you been
doing today, you naughty girl?"

"Oh God! No!" Athena screamed in her distressed mind. This teen
had recognized how aroused she had been all morning and now they
all knew! Athena was so humiliated she wanted to die. She
backed even tighter against the wall, her palms flat against it,
and tried to force her way through to the other side, but the
wall was unyielding as the open touching of her pussy continued.

"Please!" Athena gasped quietly. "You...you can't do that!" 

"How do you expect us to tell if you're ready for another shave
if we don't?" reasonably asked Stephanie, who then placed her
hands under the reporter's skirt.

"Yes, how about that?" added Tara who joined her friends under
the skirt. "You certainly can't expect to go to the prom like
that, all icky and stubbly, now can you?"

"This will just take a second," murmured Trisha as she began
tugging on the tight panties. "Of course, the more you complain
the longer it will take."

"Oh God. Oh God. You can't...!" Athena stopped protesting when
she noticed the students passing by them were starting to look in
her direction. She would be dead at Lezzy Borden if this ever
got out. She had no choice! She had to let them conduct their
silly exam of her in this most public of places, she had too! 

But Athena could not believe the devastating effect their hands
were having on her. Her body had been in a weird sexual heat all
morning and now suddenly she was almost at the edge! Oh God! 
She was going to cum soon if these girls didn't stop! They were
everywhere! The hands moving over her cunt and buttocks felt so
unbelievably good, it was causing her mind to cloud over. 
Thinking was impossible! This inspection had to end quickly, or
she would humiliate herself in front of them for certain. 
"Okay," she said breathlessly. "Oh God! Okay. But...but do you
all have to...?"

"Yes," said Tara firmly as she inserted a finger into the tight,
wet opening.

"Ohhh," Athena groaned weakly and she closed her eyes. She
wasn't sure what just happened, there was so much else going on
under her skirt, but it caused her mind to melt! The pressure
was building and building but the girls were not stopping at all!
What were they doing to her? It was all so unfair! She was the
Superior Woman here. Why were they so interested in her...down
there? It was humiliating! They had to finish soon, they just
had to, or she would be the one who would be finished.

"Just...just hurry, p-please!" Athena pleaded in desperation. 

"Sure. Oh, look how wet she is," chortled Stephanie.

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes, indeed," replied Tara.

Athena was mortified they knew about her condition, but what
could she do? There was no way she was going to tell these three
about what happened to her this morning in the gym, or her body's
strange reactions from the shrinking, too-tight bra on her
swelling breasts! Her heart was racing and she could feel her
already tingling cunt start to throb mightily in response to the
cunning touches. Her chest heaved as she fought desperately to
control the insane sensations flowing through her boiling body. 

"What's the matter, Athena?" Tara asked wickedly. "You look a
little distracted."

Athena could only moan helplessly as other eager fingers now
entered the hot passage of her electrified vagina. 

What was happening to her? Why was she reacting like this? All
she wanted to do right now was cum! They were just checking her
for hair for God's sake and she wanted to...cum! It was
unbelievable! She was so crazy she was even beginning to imagine
things, terrible things. She thought that her friends were
actually...touching...her, deliberately touching her very
essence! She knew it was insane but she could feel wonderful
things happening inside of her pulsating, overheated pussy! 

"P-please...please," she whispered desperately. The familiar
pressure was increasing and she knew that she would not be able
to fight it much longer. "I-I can't...I can't..."

"Just a few seconds more," panted Tara, who was herself feeling
the effects of this impromptu seduction of the haughty Miss
Athena Valentine. 

It was only when Athena felt her bare buttocks pressing directly
against the cool tiles of the wall that she realized in horror
her skirt had been raised behind her. She opened her eyes and
tried to move away from the wall, but something was wrapped
around her legs. Her panties! Oh God! Her panties had been
lowered to the middle of her thighs, trapping her! She was naked
under her skirt, naked and defenseless! Soft hands with slender
fingers were moving directly over her heated flesh, tantalizing
her, teasing her unmercifully, but there was nothing she could do
without drawing attention to herself in the crowded hall. 

Between the busy girls standing in front of her, the dazed
reporter could only watch as the other students passed peacefully
by on their way to class, unaware of what was happening to her
just a few feet away! Some gave her flushed face a quizzical
look as they went by, but most thankfully did not even give a
glance to the four beautiful seniors huddled together in the
narrow gap between the lockers.

The front of Athena's skirt billowed as the hands underneath
continued their 'inspection' of her poor bald pussy. Each of the
girls now had a finger or two buried deep into Athena's steaming
pussy, pumping furiously as they took turns driving the helpless
reporter mad by expertly teasing her vulnerable clit.

The hall cleared of students but Athena never noticed. Her
breasts were so swollen in the small bra that every breath caused
them to tingle wildly and her chest was heaving more than even
now. A silent tear ran past a prominent cheek bone and down her
lightly sweating face. Her body was out of control again and
there was nothing she could do about it!

The wonderful, hated pressure continued to build and she knew
that soon she would cum. She hands clutched at the wall in
desperation, while her hips frantically pounded against it, her
buttocks loudly slapping against the tile, but there was no
escape. The devilish fingers never lost their rhythm in her hot,
hungry vagina. Athena's seducers' hands were coated in her sweet
secretions, but they never stopped to enjoy her sweet juices in
their cruel ravishment of the beautiful bare cunt now so
vulnerable before them. 

Finally the devastated Athena crossed the edge! The terrible
pressure building inside of her peaked at last. She couldn't
fight it any longer! She had lost again. She had lost! With
one last cry of despair, which echoed down the empty hall, Athena
came! 

"AAAHHH!"

Tara slapped a hand over the reporter's mouth as Athena's body
convulsed in a powerful climax. "Christ, girl. Be quiet!" she
hissed.

Athena's mind reeled! OH GOD! It happened! It actually
happened! Mixed feelings of humiliation, guilt, and pleasure
coursed from Athena's spasming sex to her blasted brain.

"Oh, the poor thing," Trisha cooed as she and the others rubbed
Athena's flowing girl-cum all over the jerking 22-year-old's hips
and thighs.

"What happened, Athena?" asked Stephanie with a wink to Tara.

"Uuhhh!" Athena groaned as her body continued to spasm under the
delicious orgasm. "Uhhhnnn...!"

"That's what I was afraid of," said Tara as she removed her hand
from Athena's mouth. "She's going to need another shave before
the prom. Today after school, of course. Is that okay with you,
Athena?"

"Uhnn," groaned the bewildered reporter. Her madly clenching
cunt was finally relaxing and she was able to respond. "Okay,"
she muttered, not really sure what she was agreeing to do. 
"Okay." Anything to get this over with and for them to leave her
alone.

"Okay, then. Let's put her back together, girls"

Athena could only hang her head in shame as her friends pulled up
her panties. "Uh!" she grunted when they pulled them up too high
and caused the soaked crotch band to dig cruelly into her still
lightly-spasming cunt, while the bottoms disappeared between her
quivering ass cheeks.

"That's should do it," said Tara after she gave the panties one
final cruel tug upwards. "Remember, Athena, with us after
school. Right?"

"Right," repeated Athena dully, her body only now returning to
almost normal. "After school."

"Bye, Athena!" the three friends chorused and left her.

Athena started to relax but immediately stiffened in fear when
Tara suddenly returned. "And don't fix your pants," she said
firmly. She dug her thumb firmly into the stunned reporter's
crotch, pushing the panties even deeper into the throbbing pussy.
"Otherwise, we'll have to do it all over again. You wouldn't
want that, now would you?"

Athena shook her head frantically 'NO' as Tara thumbed the
swollen, abused labia, the soft flesh cruelly bisected by the
dug-in material. 

The senior removed her hand from under Athena's skirt and
delicately sniffed it. 

"Darn. Now I'm all stinky," she said. She placed the thumb
between Athena's soft lips and worked it past the even white
teeth so that it was soon fully inside the resisting reporter's
mouth. "Suck it!" Tara commanded quietly. "Suck me clean!"

"Mmmmmm!" protested Athena weakly.

"You got it dirty, so you can clean it!" Tara hissed. "Suckit!"

Stephanie and Trisha returned to watch fascinated as Athena
reluctantly began to suck on the oral intruder.

Her own taste filled her senses as Athena sucked and sucked on
the thumb, carefully bathing it with her tongue while she did so.
She could not understand why her friend was treating her like
this. She could not understand anything, really, as she was
still under the influence of her unrelenting cunt. Her heart
pounded in her chest as the groggy 22-year-old continued to suck,
lost in the wonderful sensation of her own taste. She was amazed
at how excited she was becoming again by doing this terrible act.
Athena never noticed how Tara's other hand had sneaked back
under her skirt and was eagerly teasing the woman's tortured
cunt.

"Tara," Trisha said softly after looking at her watch. "We have
to go! Now!"

"Oh, hell," muttered Tara. "Just when it was getting good."

"We can finish this after school," reminded Stephanie.

Tara smiled briefly, then abruptly removed her hands from the
stunned Athena and rejoined her friends.

The three seniors departed down the hall giggling happily,
leaving a bewildered Athena Valentine leaning against the wall in
the small space between the lockers.

She covered her face with her hands. "What happened?" she
whispered softly. "What in hell happened?"

It was only when she felt her bare buttocks pressing directly
against the wall that she realized her skirt was still hiked up
in back. She quickly moved away from the wall and pulled the hem
of her skirt back down. Athena desperately wanted to adjust her
panties for a proper fit and relieve the mind boggling pressure
of the wrongly-placed fabric on her still inflamed privates, but
even in the deserted hall that would have been out of the
question. Tara might be watching.

She automatically fixed her hair and, tottering uncertainly on
her high-heels, shakily began her lonely journey down the wide
empty hall to her next class.

*****

She was late again.

Athena hated gym. It was all her stupid Editor's fault, of
course. When he registered her fake transcript, he neglected to
say she had already completed all of her required courses. The
net result was that some of her classes were filled with giggling
freshmen and sophomores. The worst of those classes was gym. 
Ugh! Running and sweating wasn't something she enjoyed at all. 
She did enough of that at home as it was. The only thing that
made it bearable was that she could put on those ugly gray shorts
and sweat shirts, and still look sexier than every other girl
there. It was great!

Athena was not looking forward to gym class today. This was
Friday and that meant basketball. She knew that a great deal of
running up and down the court would be expected of her, but she
just was not up to it, not today. With her breasts still
tingling and sore, her pussy going crazy because every step she
took caused the embedded panties to rub her there of all places,
and her head still hurting from being caught in the bleachers
this morning, it wasn't something she was looking forward to
doing at all. Athena thought about telling the teacher she
didn't feel well, which was true enough, but she had already done
that twice this week, so trying the same excuse again so soon
would probably not go over with her stupid gym teacher (the
bitch!) at all. Phooey!

At least she wouldn't be dealing with any crazy seniors this
period. No self-respecting senior would be caught dead in gym if
they could help it. Freshmen and sophomores on the other hand
seemed to love it. At least they were always a piece of cake for
her to deal with, even if she did not really like being near
them. She had always handled them like the bunch of worthless
idiots they truly were. Her natural superiority was never in
question with them, and they would never dare try to do anything
against her! 

An already changed Paige was eagerly waiting for her at the
entrance to the locker room. She had been thinking about what
had happened in the gym earlier all morning and could not wait to
have another go at the haughty senior. She and her friends had
already prepared Athena's locker and it was just a question of
waiting for her to show up.

"How you feeling?" Paige asked. She saw the senior looked
flushed, even shaken, her normally perfect blonde hair a little
mussed, and she wondered about what else this stunning girl had
been up to this morning. Normally immaculate, Athena had a
slightly used look about her, which only made Paige desire her
all the more.

"My head hurts," Athena answered, trying not to breathe too
deeply so her poor tits would stop tingling.

"How awful!" Paige said sympathetically.

Athena was disappointed when Page followed her to her locker. 
She hoped the girl was not going hang around her today. The
girl was much nicer than Athena had thought possible for an
underclassman, but she had had quite enough of Paige for one day,
thank you!

Paige meanwhile watched with keen interest how the normally
razor-sharp Athena had to work the combination a few times before
the door to her locker opened. The senior had obviously not
noticed her missing buttons yet either, and Paige sighed at the
sight of all that wonderful cleavage. Yummy! She was surprised
that Athena had not been picked up already by the hall monitors
for a dress-code violation. 

Athena couldn't understand why Paige was still hanging around
her. She wanted to change but certainly did not want to do that
with the girl standing right next to her. She was sure the
teenager had seen far too much of her already today, and she was
in no mood to try and explain what had happened to her panties!

As Athena turned away to lay out her gym clothes on the wooden
bench running the length of the room, Paige deftly reached in the
senior's locker and pulled out Athena's hidden bottle of pills.

"Here, take one of these," Paige said, handing her a tiny pill. 
"I thought you'd need this after the way you were stuck earlier.
It's kind of a pain-killer, right?"

"That's right," Athena said quickly. The fact that they were
really anti-sex pills was something she would rather die first
before letting this young girl know. No one must ever discover
her terrible secret.

"How did you know...? Well, thanks," a puzzled Athena said as
she held out her right hand. She wondered how the girl had known
they were there in her locker and was about to say something, but
the last thing she wanted was for Paige to start talking any more
about what happened this morning. Better to just take it now and
be done with it. "I was going to have one anyway after I
changed," Athena said primly.

"Of course you were. May I?" asked Paige. She held up the tiny
pill up high over Athena's lush lips. 

"Just give it to me," Athena said sternly as she still held out
her hand.

"Lean your head back and open wide, now," said Paige as she
continued to hold up the pill. "Come on, we don't have allday."

Feeling very confused, Athena put down her hand. She shyly
opened her mouth and tilted her head back a little. Anything to
get this over with as quickly as possible. She was late enough
already.

"Wider. And farther back. Much farther."

Athena craned her long slender neck and was soon staring straight
up at the ceiling. Nothing happened so she opened her mouth a
little more.

"Wider."

"Paige!" Athena protested, but the teen continued to hold up her
precious pill. Feeling very much like a baby bird, she opened
her mouth even wider. She had to have that pill. Her body was
still boiling and she desperately needed something to calm
herself.

"Now, stick that pretty tongue of yours out. Farther. Farther.
All the way now. Good."

The proud Athena Valentine stood with her mouth gaping and her
pink tongue completely extended as she looked to the ceiling, her
shoulders unconsciously pulled back with her upturned head. 
Paige used the opportunity to have some fun with Athena's golden
cleavage, which was so nicely exposed on the out-thrust chest. 
She blew lightly over the exposed breast-flesh, forced out of the
protective cups because of the undersized bra. Paige was
rewarded with a shiver and a cloud of goose-pimples forming over
the flawless surrounding skin. She waited a moment, then blew
again. This time Athena shivered strongly enough to cause the
revealed flesh to quiver more enticingly, while the goose-pimples
returned in even greater numbers. 

After waiting for what to the puzzled Athena seemed an eternity,
Paige finally placed the pill on the very tip of the senior's
soft wet tongue, while the palm of her left hand grazed the tip
of a very firm right breast over the fuzzy sweater.

"You can close, now," said a very satisfied Paige, after moving
her left hand in a circular motion enough times to feel the
nipple stiffen through the sweater and bra, and eagerly leap into
her palm like an old friend.

"Thank you!" muttered a gasping Athena around her extended
tongue, being very careful not to lose her precious pill. They
were not many left and she could not afford to loose a single
one. She couldn't believe why Paige was acting like this, so
nice and yet...so, so very different from the way she usually
did, especially after what happened between them this morning. 
Why should that have made any difference? She was still Athena
Valentine, the school's leading senior, while Paige remained just
a lowly underclassman. Still, Paige was truly sweet for thinking
of her like that.

"Miss Valentine, would you mind changing so you can join us?" her
teacher Mrs. Appleton shouted from the gym.

God, how Athena hated Mrs. Appleton. To her, the teacher was a
first class cunt. And now Paige had made her very late. "Yes
ma'am, I'll hurry," she called out petulantly.

"I'll see you there," said a departing Paige.

"Okay. And thank you!"

Paige pretended to leave the locker room, but stopped short of
the exit. She quietly came back and found a good hiding place by
some lockers where she could watch the undressing girl
unobserved. She just had to get another look at the beautiful
senior.

Athena knew she was in mild trouble with her gym teacher, but
being late did have its advantages. At least she was alone. 
Athena was happy to see that all the other girls had already
changed and were waiting in the gym, including Paige. It would
have been so humiliating if anyone found out what had happened
with her first pubic shave of two days ago, let alone what just
happened in the hall with her miss-placed panties. That Tara
really made her angry sometimes!

Her shaved pussy was still smooth as the day she was born and she
had no intention of letting any of these kids find out about it.
She belatedly realized that she could easily have avoided that
entire bizarre episode in the hall with Tara and the girls. They
had her so flustered for some reason she did not even think to
just tell them. The idea of talking about so personal a thing in
such a public place never occurred to her, yet these girls
obviously must do it all the time. She should have just told
Tara and her gang that she was just fine, thank you, instead of
forcing them to look for themselves. 

As she bent to get out her gym shoes, Athena realized that her
bare pussy was still incredibly sensitive two days after her
shave. Paige's fumbling in the gym this morning and Tara's
inspection of her in the hall certainly did not help any! At
least her cute blonde muff would grow back over time, and
probably itch like crazy while it did so. But she'd have to hide
it until then, because if it ever got out that to these kids that
she was shaved there, the humiliation would kill her.

Quickly Athena moved to unbuttoned her sweater, and was surprised
to feel her skin were she should have felt her sweater. She
looked down and was shocked at how much of her chest was exposed.
Her sweater was open down past her bra! 

"Oh My God!" she gasped. No wonder everyone was staring! This
was terrible. What did Tara do to her, anyway? Why didn't Paige
or someone tell her that she was making a spectacle of herself?

"Probably didn't want to embarrass me in public," she told
herself. "That was thoughtful of Paige, the dear, but still, she
could have told me something when I came in."

She didn't remember unbuttoning her sweater after she left the
gym this morning, so it must have been Tara. She was always one
for those really embarrassing practical jokes. Athena felt
around and discovered the buttons were not just opened, they were
missing! "Damn!" She wanted to look around for them, but there
wasn't time. She would just have to do it after gym. She very
carefully unbuttoned the next one and it came off in her hand. 

"Oh, no!" she cried as she looked with despair at the button in
her right hand. Her sweater was now almost completely open. 
She liked to show a little cleavage, but this was way too much! 
Even she could get into serious trouble about something like
this. She needed to borrow a sewing kit that had some spare
buttons from someone, and fast! Perhaps Paige had one? Afraid
to lose any more buttons, Athena slowly pulled the expensive
sweater off over her head and hung it in her locker. 

Feeling the hairs on the back of her neck rise, Athena glanced
around to see if anyone was watching, but Paige had already gone
to join the others and no one else was around. She shook off the
feeling and quickly took off her skirt and hung it in the locker,
then gingerly pulled off her sopping wet panties. She was
shocked at their condition. They had been pulled deep within her
and now were absolutely soaked! If only Tara and her friends had
not put them on so high after touching her in the hall like that.
It was so embarrassing!

Watching her lover take her skirt off, Paige was furious! She
had seen the condition of Athena's panties and knew that the slut
must have been with someone else since their special time in the
gym. So, the rumors flying around school the last few days about
Athena Valentine were true. She was sex-mad! Well, if that was
how Athena wanted to play, so be it! She would be more then
willing to oblige. Oh, yes! If the slut wanted sex that much,
she would make sure that would that the proud Athena Valentine
got her fill.

She took one last longing look at the golden object of her
desires, then stormed quietly back to the gym for a quick
planning session with her friends.

Athena was starting to feel better. Good thing she had taken her
pill, because she only had one extra pair of panties in her
locker and she needed to keep her body under control. She used
her soiled pair to dry herself the best she could, then slid on
the new ones. "That feels so much better," she thought. Next
she put on the required gray shorts. Odd that they felt so big.
Athena couldn't understand it. She'd bought ones that were
actually a tiny bit tight, so she could show off her beautiful
behind, but now they were quite loose. 

She then unhooked her bra and her swollen breasts leapt free of
their oddly seductive confinement and bobbled a brief moment
before settling into their natural perfect symmetry. Athena was
shocked to find that her nipples were rock hard and her breasts
still madly tingling. She wanted desperately to hold and comfort
them, but that was crazy. What if someone should come in and see
her? Fighting a mad desire to squeeze her own tits, she angrily
threw the bra into the bottom of her locker. She certainly will
not be wearing that one ever again!

Reaching in her locker, she pulled out her spare bra but it was
not the correct one at all! Someone had changed it. This one
was strapless. 

"What!" Athena exploded. Not one played these kind of games with
her, no one! "I'm going to kill the person who did this," she
fumed. 

She thought about not wearing it, but if she was caught, it would
mean a trip to Principal Nelson's office for dress code
violation. It might even cause her to be expelled from school. 
That certainly wasn't what she needed today. This was her day
after all. Today she was going to be crowned Prom Queen. This
was her time of glory! Her firm breasts were too affected now
anyway to be without a bra, especially during gym. She hated to
think what an hour of running back and forth would do to them
without any support. "Ouch!" she said, realizing how sore they
would become, considering how sensitive and swollen they were
already.

Athena put the silly bra on, and was surprised to find that it
actually fitted her quite well. She carefully jumped up and down
to make sure it would stay where it was suppose to. As she rose
up and down on her toes and her breasts jiggled and shook, the
bra slid down after only a few bounces. "Great," Athena
muttered. That was all she needed right now. Now she'd have to
be careful not to run too fast, or she might just lose it for
sure. 

Muttering about how unfair life seemed to have become lately,
Athena pulled on the matching gray sweat top. Well, at least no
one had to see her in her foolish underwear.

Finally she put on her white knee socks and matching tennis
shoes, and looked at the mirror in her locker. "You're still
sexier than they are, even in this hideous outfit, Miss
Valentine," she said to her perfect reflection as she closed and
locked the door. 

After taking just a few steps she could feel her shorts sliding
down. "Oh, sure. More good news," Athena said, as she turned to
go back to her locker. "What's going on? These aren't mine." 

She must have gotten into someone else's locker, or they got into
hers by mistake. That was the only explanation. Now she had to
find something that would help hold them up until she could find
their rightful owner.

"Miss Valentine, are you going to join us today?" Mrs. Appleton
shouted.

Athena could hear them all laughing as she answered, "Coming."

Thinking quickly, she tucked in her sweat shirt and found that it
did help to keep her shorts up. "I hope this works," she
muttered. She looked quickly around the locker room one final
time, in case her own things were laying around somewhere, but
found nothing.

Sighing, Athena Valentine walked briskly to the gym's entrance. 
At least nothing could happen to her in gym.

*****



* * * *

Athena Valentine was slightly disoriented from the day's very
strange events, but she went into the gym exhibiting every bit
of her old confidence. The reporter was still feeling oddly warm
and tingly, but she was confident her precious pill would finally
take care of any problems which her once-again disobedient body
might try to cause her. Her head held high, her back arrow
straight, the beautiful woman proudly entered the gym as if she
owned it, which, as far as Athena was concerned, she did.

She found them all, students and teacher alike, looking at her. 
No, not just looking, they were almost staring at her. What was
going on with everyone today? In response, she gave them her
best I'm-pretty-and-you're-not walk, and went over to the large
group of students surrounding their gym teacher. 

"Nice of you to join us today," Mrs. Appleton said, and all the
girls with her laughed. The teacher was a good-natured,
middle-aged woman with a round, ruddy face and short
salt-and-pepper hair who was very popular with the students,
although Athena could never understand why. She wasn't even
cute! Her rather stout appearance Athena knew was rather
deceiving, because the woman had the strength of an ox, and, when
necessary, could out-run any student there, including her. As
with most of her other women teachers, Mrs. Appleton and Athena
had been at odds with each other since the reporter's first day
at class. The famous Valentine charm would not work on her at
all, as it did so easily on her male teachers. Athena was sure
that her female teachers did not like her simply because of her
obvious superiority over them and they only picked on her because
of it. 

"I'll fix you one day, bitch," Athena said under her breath.

"What was that, Athena?" her teacher questioned.

"I said today I had a hitch," Athena replied. "That's why I'm
late. I had to fix a little hitch at the administrationoffice."

"That's what I thought you said. In your absence we have already
chosen teams, and, Athena, you're on Red Team," Mrs. Appleton
told her as the teacher gleefully handed her a red arm band. 
"Susie will be your Captain."

"Susie!" Athena looked over at her team. "That's just perfect,"
she muttered. "Not only am I going to have to play, but be
humiliated as well." Athena knew why she was put on this team by
Mrs. Appleton. They were the worst players in the class,
especially Susie the classic bookworm, who was the shortest girl
in the class as well as the least athletic. Now not only would
she have to run, she'd even have to play, because she was of
course the best player on this sorry excuse for a team, if not
the entire gym class.

Over on Blue Team, Athena saw the so-called Three Amigos, Paige,
Natalie and Lisa, busily whispering among themselves. Those
three had better be careful what they say about her today. She
was in no mood to fool around with these children and would
become very angry indeed if she even suspected that they were
spreading any kind of stories about her. Athena Valentine had
much more important things to worry about then gossiping kids
today.

"OK, let's get started!" Mrs. Appleton cheerfully shouted.

Athena's team got the ball first. When they went running down
the court, Athena was already standing under the basket, waiting
for the ball she knew would be coming. She was vaguely aware of
Natalie's guarding presence behind her. 

"Hi, Athena! Enjoy your morning at the gym?" Natalie whispered
in her left ear as she pressed her body against Athena's. 

"What...?" Athena blurted out, before she felt a hand squeezing
her right buttock. She turned to look at Natalie in surprise
just as one of her teammates threw her the ball. It caught her
directly on her left breast, then bounced out of bounds.

"Shit!" Athena shouted, forgetting where she was, as she rubbed
her sore tit.

"Athena, cursing is not allowed. You know the rules. Now that
will be one lap," Mrs. Appleton told her.

"What! But she...!"

"Now!"

"Bitch," Athena said to herself as she started her lap around the
parameter of the large gym. Twice as she ran, she had to stop to
pull up her shorts, and then stop yet another time to straighten
her slipping bra, with the whole class giggling at her as they
watched her every move. Athena loved to be the center of
attention, but not this way! She burned at the thought of them
laughing at her, the immature fools. Didn't they know who she
was? Thankfully, she quickly rounded the last corner and
finished the lap without further mishap. 

Glaring at them all, she took her place with her team and the
game resumed.

The ball went to Blue Team, and they easily scored as Athena's
sorry team just stood and watched stupidly as a girl from Red
Team lazily tossed the ball into the basket. 

"What are you doing, you stupid idiots?!" Athena shouted at them.
She was livid with the whole bunch and was very ready to walk
off the court in disgust.

"Athena, that will be two laps."

"But...! "

"Three."

"Mrs. Appleton!"

"Four."

"Yes, ma'am."

Athena was furious as she took off on her laps. How dare that
woman treat her like this! It was so unfair. Didn't that woman
realize what kind of day she was having? If she didn't need this
class as a requirement, she would gladly tell them all to go to
Hell! But the problem was, she did need it. The last thing she
wanted to happen would be to become disqualified from tonight's
activities from something as stupid as walking out of gym class.


"Priorities," Athena muttered as she tried to dash around the gym
in her usual graceful run. "Priorities."

But she couldn't get into her stride because she had to keep
stopping all the time. Again and again she had to stop to pull
up her shorts or turn her back to the class so she could adjust
her falling bra. It was all so irritating. Why did it have to
be today that she was having all these strange problems with her
clothes? How could anyone mistake her own perfectly organized
locker for someone else's?

This time when she completed her run around the gym floor she was
gasping for air! Athena could not believe how winded she was
from just a few laps. She felt very light headed, and her body
seemed like someone had just finished running their hands all
over it. "Phew!" she gasped in surprise. It was really
tingling! Normally after a workout, she always felt a little
sexy, but this was so much more then that! She was on fire! Her
body was aching to be touched! It was all so confusing. Why
wasn't her pill working yet? She certainly did not want to feel
like this, not now! She bent down with her hands on her knees to
catch her breath and try to clear her head.

"Athena, we're waiting," Mrs. Appleton sneered. She hated these
snotty young princesses who made life so unnecessarily miserable
for the other students, and was not above taking them down a peg
or two whenever the opportunity presented itself.

This time Athena held her tongue as she went back to the game.

"Mrs. Appleton, please report to the Principal's Office," the PA
system boomed.

Mrs. Appleton looked up with annoyance at the speaker. "Now
what?" she muttered. She looked around, then beckoned Paige to
her.

She handed Paige her whistle. "Paige, why don't you take change
of the class? Of course, if anyone tries to goof off while I'm
gone, I certainly want to hear about it," Mrs. Appleton said,
looking directly at Athena, causing the other girls to laugh
again.

Athena burned at that. She was the one who should have been
chosen to take over the class, since she was the only
upperclassman here. That Appleton, what a bitch!

When Mrs. Appleton left the gym, Paige shouted, "OK, let's go! 
Red Team's ball."

Again Athena took her place by the basket. This time Lisa was
guarding her. Lisa pressed her body against Athena's and with
both hands squeezed Athena's buttocks. Quickly Athena turned
around to say something but Lisa was gone, and the flying ball
when right by her and out of bounds.

"Blue Team's ball."

"Damn it!" Athena seethed, running back down court. She had to
stop once to grab her shorts. She was feeling very distracted
and had not been paying attention at all to them, and they almost
came off! She caught them just before they fell around her
ankles. Quickly the flustered senior pulled them up and tucked
the sweat shirt back into the loose waist band. She ran down
court just in time for Blue Team to score.

So the game went, Blue Team would easily score, and when they had
the ball Lisa or Natalie would secretly caress the distracted
Athena, causing her to miss the ball. Athena was getting madder
and more confused by the minute. Why wasn't Paige calling the
fouls that other team were doing to her? You weren't supposed to
put your hands on people like that while you played, especially
where those two were touching her.

Finally she missed yet another ball because of Lisa and Athena
shouted angrily to Paige, "Why aren't you watching the game? I'm
being fouled all the time."

"Athena, in basketball there is some contacted," Paige coolly
told her and some of the other girls giggled.

"Well, they're touching my..." Athena stopped when she saw that
now the other girls were all listening to her. Damn. She
couldn't say it now. It would be much too embarrassing. Anyway,
perhaps some of it was just her imagination. It seems stupid now
that she almost said it aloud. 

"Touching what?" Paige asked, smiling at her.

"Nothing," Athena muttered in disgust.

After another 10 minutes Athena stopped worrying about the hands
on her increasingly heated behind. She had other problems. The
tingling of her body just kept increasing. All of this running
must be really getting to her because she felt very turned on! 
Terribly distracted now, she was having trouble focusing on the
game. Her bra kept falling down, and three times she caught her
shorts just before she lost them. Her mind seemed to be running
in slow motion. She was soaked with sweat and her heart was
racing. Her breasts ached and she could not believe how much she
wanted to hold and squeeze them.

Lisa looked at Natalie and Paige and they all nodded. It was
time to shift their game against Miss Valentine into high gear. 

This time, as the bewildered Athena stood waiting for the ball
under the basket, Lisa gave Athena's ass a firm squeeze while at
the same time she pulled the back of Athena's top out. Athena
was desperately trying to focus on the game and noticed nothing,
not even as Lisa shifted her hands around Athena's slim waist and
completely pulled the senior's top free of her loose shorts.

Everyone else noticed what was going on but Athena. She seemed
to be somewhere else. Soon the word spread through the class. 
Athena Valentine wasn't the stuck up bitch with all the power
anymore. She was now a helpless girl they could finally get even
with and humiliate, as she had been doing to them for months.

The focus of the game changed. It was no longer Red Team against
Blue Team, it suddenly became everyone against the deliciously
vulnerable Athena Valentine!

At a signal from Paige, a teammate passed Athena the ball. The
senior looked stupidly at the object in her hands, then
remembered what she was suppose to do and turned towards the
basket. As she jumped to shoot, Lisa swiftly grabbed Athena's
shorts and pulled them down. She did it so perfectly that Athena
felt nothing and her shorts fell to the floor as she jumped. 
Athena missed the shot and ran back slowly down the court, never
noticing how Paige picked up her shorts and threw them behind a
stack of floor mats.

"Why am I having so much trouble just running?" Athena thought. 
At least her head had stopped hurting, and her shorts didn't feel
loose at all any more. Finally they were staying up. Now if
only her body would just calm down a little, she'd feel much
better. Her breasts felt so alive as they bounced when she ran,
her nipples electric as they rubbed on the soft cloth of her top.
It felt so dreamy she wanted to run forever! If she hadn't been
wearing this baggy sweat shirt, everyone would have seen her
swollen nipples hard and aching. 

They all watched as Athena half walked and half ran back down
court. They couldn't figure out why she let Natalie pulled off
her shorts and not say a thing. Athena now was in front of them
in her white knee socks, tennis shoes, and sweat shirt that came
down and just covered her panties. There was no way that Athena
Valentine, the school's biggest prude, could know what happened.
But when she found out, they knew it would embarrass and
humiliate her. That was something they had all hoped would
happen one day, and look as if today was the day.

This time as Athena tried to play defense the girl she was
guarding threw out her elbow and caught Athena dead center on her
left breast! 

"OW!" she cried, but at least the sudden pain cleared her fuzzy
head. 

"Paige, didn't you see that?" Athena shouted as she tenderly
rubbed her wounded breast.

"See what?" Paige snickered.

"I'm tired of being grabbed, and you not doing anything. I'm
done!" Athena shouted at her, as she started to walk off.

"If you leave, I'll tell Mrs. Appleton, that you stopped playing
as soon as she left."

"You bitch! You wouldn't dare!"

"Now, Athena, you know that cursing is against the rules. You
made them. Since you already have been warned about it, I think
10 laps are in order. Or I might have to tell Mrs. Appleton."

As the pain began to die in Athena's sore breast, her mind again
started to cloud over. She should have told Paige to go to hell,
and just leave. But if that bitch of a teacher found out, she
would surely get her in trouble, and today wasn't the today for
that. It was her day, she was going to be crowned Queen of the
Prom.

Athena ran two laps before she had to stop to catch her breath
and pull her bra back up. When she finished adjusting it, she
looked down and every once of blood drained from her face when
she saw her shorts were gone! When had she lost them? No one
had said anything, thank God, that would be more embarrassment
than she could bear right now, the way her head was spinning
almost out of control now. If she just moved slowly and held the
bottom of her sweat shirt no one would find out. That would give
her time to think of a way to get out of the game.

They all watched as Athena's face went from white to bright red,
as she realized her shorts were gone. Athena didn't notice them
all giggling and pointing as she walked the last two laps,
holding tightly on the bottom of her sweat shirt, trying to keep
anyone from seeing her panties. 

When Athena had finished her laps, her breasts were becoming a
bigger problem. They seemed to be more sensitive than she'd ever
felt. Just the slightest bounce at all, was sending chills down
her spine. And the growing heat between her legs was driving her
insane. Athena almost found herself putting her hand down there
on her last lap. Why was she so hot? Why wasn't her pill
working like it should? She shouldn't be feeling like this at
all!

Athena walked back to the group with her chest heaving and her
head spinning. "May I please quit? I'm not feeling very well."

"No, Athena you're not pulling that on me. You used that just
two days ago, to get out of playing volleyball."

Athena was too weak to even argue. She took her place on the
court and stood, waiting for the game to continue. She wondered
why Paige was being so mean to her, but decided it was probably
that mean bitch of a teacher who was making her do this. All
right then. She would just do as her dear friend Paige told her
and try to finish out the period. If only her head wasn't
spinning so much. 

Her traitorous body was so alive it was all she could think
about. It was like that terrible night at Tara's, except this
time no one had touched her at all. They were just playing
basketball, yet she felt so stimulated she knew she was close to
cumming just standing here. She wanted...she wanted...Oh God! 
Oh God! She was ashamed, but she knew deep down what she wanted,
what she in fact urgently needed.

"Touch me somebody," she thought. "Please, touch me."

This time when they passed her the ball, Lisa quickly raised her
sweatshirt shirt and grabbed Athena's panties. She pulled
upwards, sliding the crotch band into her steaming slit, and
causing the back to wedge deeply into the cleft of her behind. 

"UHH!" cried the shocked senior as Lisa tucked the hem of the
sweatshirt into the waistband of her panties. Athena's beautiful
bare behind was now displayed for all to see under the harsh gym
lights. 

"Ooooooh," Athena moaned in pleasure as Lisa pulled the back of
her panties even higher. She dropped the ball out of bounds but
did not care. Her clouded mind couldn't figure out why suddenly
something slid in between her hyper-sensitive pussy lips, but it
felt wonderful. All she knew was that it almost caused her to
cum right there on the gym floor!

Lisa really wanted to see that bare ass in action, but the senior
showed no signs of moving. "Your team's ball," Lisa told Athena,
and pushed her towards the other end of the court. Without
thinking, down the court ran the dazed Athena with her breasts
bubbling and her exposed ass shaking. 

As she tried to run, she felt her bra slide down once again and
come to rest on her shapely hips. But she was too tired to fight
it anymore and let it stay there. Besides, her breasts fell so
dreamy as they bounced free she thought about getting rid of all
her bras and just going without.

"Oh, yes!" sighed Lisa at the magnificent sight of the bouncing
unfettered breasts and quivering ass cheeks.

Athena had no idea why she was running or where she was running
to, and finally halted in the center of the court looking very
confused. 

"Athena if you're not going to try, I guess I'll have to tell
Mrs. Appleton," Paige taunted.

"Please, I don't feel well," Athena pleaded truthfully.

Paige could see her condition but had no intention of letting her
off quite so easily. "This will show that bitch never to fool
around behind my back again!" she thought.

Athena couldn't even make out what was going on now. As she
stood in a complete fog, her bare ass was now a perfect target. 
Directed silently by The Three Amigos, the two teams walked
around the dazed senior, pretending to play but really enjoying
the feel of the perfect trembling buttocks. The shyer girls
would give the tanned flesh of Athena's firm ass just a quick
poke and run away squealing, while the more bold among them took
their time to openly caress the heart-shaped behind. Some would
give the panties an extra hard yank, while others swatted the
bare half-moons with their hands. They all watched gleefully for
Athena's answering moans and jumps.

The reporter felt totally lost. What was happening? There
seemed to be many more then only two hands now which were
squeezing her naked flesh. She wanted to push the hands away,
but she just stood there as both Natalie and Lisa remained in
front of her, watching her closely. Athena did not want to give
them the satisfaction of knowing there was anything wrong. If
only the heat the hands on her buttocks was not causing the
complete melting of her brain!

The other girls in the class were in a state of awe. There had
been rumors about Natalie, Lisa, and Paige being gay, but no one
would have guessed that about Athena Valentine, the school's Miss
Perfect. That was the only way they could explain why she was
letting them all touch her bare butt. Wait until they told
everyone about this! The fact that Athena would be truly
humiliated in front of the entire school when the story came out
bothered them not at all.

The ball was thrown back down the empty court, and Paige said
harshly, "Athena! Get the ball, you goof! At least act like you
want to help your team win."

Athena automatically went slowly after it, but with her body
feeling like there were hundreds on tiny fingers running over it,
she was even having trouble just walking. She dare not have Mrs.
Appleton find out she wasn't trying, or it would surely cost her
the hard-fought victory of Prom Queen. She staggered on, trying
not to cum as, without realizing it, the material of her panties
dug deeply into her secret flesh! Why did her panties have to
feel so good to her right now? But then her entire body felt
very good, and she ached to touch herself. 

The other girls easily followed Athena down the court, watching
the workings of her bare behind with delight. 

When Athena stopped by the ball, she could only stare down at it.
She had not idea of what she was doing or why. Only her body
now had her mind's complete attention. She needed to cum! She
needed to touch herself and cum! Tears of frustration formed in
her blue eyes and she wanted to scream her terrible need to the
world. Anything for blessed release!

Natalie took her position in back of Athena and slowly lifted the
shirt to pull down Athena's bra, but she found was it was already
resting around the girl's waist. "How nice," she said as she
quickly removed it.

All the group could do now was watch as Athena just stood there
with her eyes closed. Natalie joined Lisa and lifted Athena's
sweat shirt up and over her head, leaving the proud senior
totally naked, but for a pair of miss-worn panties, her tennis
shoes, and her white knee socks. Why was Athena letting this
happen to her? The other underclassman just couldn't figure it
out. Not that they would even think of stopping it. It was all
too wonderful to see Little Miss Perfect being a total slut.

Athena couldn't seem to open her eyes now. She knew that
something was quite different, but her eyelids were stuck
together and she couldn't open them. It was so much better to
stand here in the dark, without all of those hostile, staring
eyes always watching her every move. It made her feel like she
was all alone and safe, and could do whatever she wanted. Her
body was on fire and she wanted desperately to quench the flames
burning within her. Maybe everyone would just leave, then she
would do it. It was so quiet, perhaps they had already left her!
That would be perfect!

Athena felt an odd feeling as Lisa slowly slid her panties down
her shaking body and let them fall limply onto the floor. 

It almost felt like someone had pulled her panties down, but that
couldn't be right, she was all alone in gym class, wasn't she? 
If only she could open her eyes, but that would just tell her
what she already knew to be true. It was only that she needed to
be naked right now, that was all, and it felt like she already
was. How delicious! She must have undressed herself without
even knowing! Now if she could only find the courage to take the
final step, but her hands remained at her sides and refused to
move.

Natalie grabbed Athena's left hand and cupped it in her own. She
bought it up and placed over of Athena's swollen right breast. 
Gently Natalie squeezed her hands, making Athena's hand squeeze
her own breast. 

"Yes", moaned Athena softly. "Oh, yes!" This was what she
desperately needed to put out the terrible fires that were
uncontrollably raging within her. 

As Natalie continued to squeeze, Lisa grabbed Athena's limp right
hand and placed it on the senior's streaming pussy. She then
slowly pushed Athena's index finger inside the hot, liquid
passage.

Athena's mind melted into a puddle of wanton sexual excitement!

Both girls let go at the same time. Everyone watched in stunned
silence as the perfect Athena Valentine began to masturbate. Her
left hand pulled and twisted her erect nipple, while her right
began to toy with her clit while she moved her finger in and out
of the hot slit between her legs. The only sounds in the vast
room were the beautiful senior's unconscious gasps of pleasure as
she openly fondled herself in front of the two teams.

The room went silent. No one talked, no one moved. Even the
sounds of breathing died away as the class watched fascinated,
afraid to make the slightest sound that might break the bizarre
spell that surrounded Athena Valentine. Even The Three Amigos
became caught up in what they had wrought and stood silent with
the everyone else. The only sounds in the large gym came from a
gasping Athena Valentine as she openly pleasured herself in front
of the class.

Athena could not stop her hands from moving. She did not know
what was happening around her and did not care. She just needed
to cum. That's all that mattered to her. Even tonight's prom
had finally faded from her fried brain. Her life had once again
centered on her demanding crotch. She had to cum, and quickly! 
Rapidly she moved her fingers expertly over her sensitive places,
driving her body ever closer to the climax she so frantically
needed! 

"RING!!!" 

Suddenly ripping through the silence was the sound of a loud
bell, and everyone jumped at this discordant intrusion into their
secret, heated thoughts! Everyone that is, except Athena. The
sound provided the final impetus to her overloaded nervous
system. With a joyous, lust-filled cry of satisfaction, she was
finally consumed by a powerful climax. Her semi-naked body
stiffened for a moment before the overwhelmed senior collapsed to
the floor in a faint!

The ringing signaled the end of class and the girls reluctantly
left Athena laying on the dirty gym floor as they went off in an
awe-struck silence to clean-up and change for their next class. 
The Three Amigos, however, remained behind. 

The last girl to leave the gym was Susie the Bookworm. She saw
the three of them form a perfect isosolis triangle around the
fallen senior. Paige knelt and removed the senior's shoes and
socks, leaving the helpless girl completely naked. Paige stood
and threw the unwanted footwear behind the same stack of mats
where they hid Athena's gym clothes. The three then continued to
look down in triumph at the stricken senior.

Susie absently cleaned her thick glasses on her sweat shirt. 
They always misted up during gym. The awestruck student found
she could not take her eyes off of the helpless beauty. She had
never seen anything like it! The poor girl was laying on her
right side, but all Susie could see from where she was standing
was the girl's nude hips and the backs of her sculptured bare
legs and feet. In the shadows between the tanned thighs she
could actually see the girl's sex! Oh, my! It was gleaming with
her vaginal juices, which were running down the bottom crease
formed by the right buttock and puddling on the shining wooden
floor. She felt an odd pang of excitement at the sight and
wondered why she would feel something like that.

Susie watched her fellow underclassmen with a new awareness. The
Three Amigos had always been figures of fun to the rest of them,
although they were actually no different then the others, just as
hesitant and unsure of themselves as all the others, perhaps if
anything a little more so. Until now. Susie could not believe
the change in them, how much older they appeared to her eyes. 
The three stood erect now, and proud. They were brimming with
self-assurance as they loomed confidently over the poor naked
senior collapsed at their feet. Susie had no reason to like
Athena Valentine, yet she looked so vulnerable laying curled
naked on the floor that she felt a moment of pity for her. 

Paige pushed the senior's shoulder with her foot and Athena
flopped over onto her back with her legs spread wide. 

"That'll teach you," Paige quietly told the fallen senior.

The three girls looked up at each other and smiled, and the
watching Susie quickly fled the gym in horror. "I must warn the
others about this," she thought. They must treat The Three
Amigos very carefully from now on, otherwise one of them might be
the next recipient of those terrifying smiles! 

* * * *

Athena awoke to find The Three Amigo's staring down at her. The
drug Paige had given her had somewhat burned off, although to her
confused mind the pill had finally taken affect and was starting
to calm her down. Her body seemed to still be a little on edge,
even though no one was touching it. And her mind was still fuzzy
but not nearly as clouded as just a few minutes ago.

"Are you all right, Athena?" Paige said in a concerned voice, as
she tried not to laugh at the naked girl still trembling on the
floor.

"I got dizzy and...and... I don't really know what happened,"
Athena mumbled. She tried desperately to remember how she ended
up on the cold gym floor. She squeezed her aching head with her
hands. "Basketball. We were...playing basketball."

"You were playing with yourself!" Lisa corrected with glee. That
caused everyone to giggle and laugh when they realized that
Athena didn't even know that she had allowed Lisa and Natalie to
strip her, and then start her masturbating right on the gym
floor. 

"No, I was on Red Team and we were playing...Oh no!" Athena cried
when she realized what Lisa was talking about.

Athena was appalled! Playing with herself! No, she wouldn't do
that, that was disgusting. No! It just wasn't possible! She
lifted her head and looked down at herself aghast to find that
she was totally naked, covered in sweat, with her legs spread
wide, and everyone staring at her glimmering shaven pussy. 
Quickly she closed her legs, covered her shaven mound with her
hands, and began to cry. As she cried, she turned onto her side
and curled into a tight fetal ball.

"Come on, Lisa. We don't want to be late for our next class!"
Natalie said.

Lisa and Natalie gave Paige knowing smiles as they left Athena
curled up on the floor feeling totally embarrassed and
humiliated. 

She knew she would miss yet another class, but Paige stayed
behind, so she could have a little more fun with her secret love.


"Come on, Athena. Let me help you," Paige said as she helped the
still crying senior to her feet.

"Thanks, Paige. You're the only one being nice to me," Athena
sniffled in gratitude.

Paige wrapped her right arm around Athena's slender waist and
helped her walk towards the locker room. 

At the exit, Athena stopped and slowly looked around the gym. "I
don't remember. My...my clothes, where are they?" Athena shyly
asked.

"Don't know," lied Paige. "You disappeared for a moment, and
when you came back, they were gone."

"I-I was n-naked in front of the entire class?" asked a shocked
Athena.

"Yes," answered Paige simply.

Athena buried her face in her hands and muttered, "I must be
insane."

"Come on," Paige said as she started the bewildered senior
walking again. "Let's get you cleaned up."

They walked slowly through the busy locker room where the girls
were getting hastily dressed. Natalie had suggested to everyone
that it would be best if they all left as soon as possible to
give poor Athena some time to herself to recover from her 'fit'.

As they walked through the room, Athena felt so lost she never
noticed the astonished looks of the other girls as they hurried
past her on their way out. She was only aware of her own misery
and the comforting arm of her only friend, Paige. It was only
after she almost walked into a passing student that she realized
they were not alone and tried to cover her nudity with herhands.

But Paige had other ideas. She wanted everyone to know the new
order of things between her and the haughty Athena Valentine. 
She gently but firmly pushed down the senior's protecting arms.

"No?" asked a confused Athena. She dimly wondered why her friend
would want her to be uncovered, but supposed that it must be for
a good reason.

"No", replied Paige as they continued their way to the showers.

The other girls watched in wonder as Paige led the nude Athena
Valentine into the doorway leading to the showers. Just before
Natalie and Lisa shooed them out, they could not believe their
eyes when Paige's right hand casually slid from the dazed girl's
waist and rested on the bare right buttock.

Once in the deserted shower, Paige led the docile Athena under a
shower head at a point the farthest from the entrance and turned
the cold water fully on. 

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!" the senior screamed as the painful
needles of icy water on her sensitive bare skin drove her to full
wakefulness!

She ran gasping from the frigid water, trying to catch her
breath. It was only after she rubbed the water from her face
that she noticed Paige nearby, getting undressed as well. "What
are you doing?" an astonished Athena asked, covering herself as
she blushed at the sight of Paige's body slowly becoming naked
before her. 

"I'm just going to help you. You look like you need it," Paige
replied.

Athena had never really thought Paige was any kind of beautiful.
But now for some reason, she couldn't help but notice that Paige
was pretty in her own way, with her brown hair cut in a boyish
style, and a sweet smile that caused others to do the same
whenever they saw it. It was the first time Athena had looked at
her in a way other that as an insignificant underclassman, and
she could not believe the difference it made. She noticed that
the rest of Paige's face was actually pretty, with her soft brown
eyes, a slightly turned up nose, and that darling smile. It all
made her very cute! As she continued to watch, Paige turned her
back and slowly pulled her shorts off. From the back Paige
didn't have a bad body at all. Her legs nicely shaped (although
not as nice as hers), and a cute little bubble-butt. Next Paige
pulled her sweat shirt over her head and turned back toward
Athena. For the first time Athena actually looked at Paige's
breasts. They were small of course, just tiny lumps really with
large puffy nipples. 

"Why am I staring at a girl's tits?" Athena wondered. Quickly
she looked away, but when she caught sight of Paige's pussy, she
blushed a deep red, because she saw it was completely shaven just
like hers. She just couldn't take her eyes away. The sight of
the bare mound made her head start to spin again.

"I was happy to see you shave too, Athena. I think it looks
sexy, don't you?" Paige murmured, as she ran her fingers across
her bare mound.

"No, I..." Athena stammered, as she backed away from Paige, now
slowly walking toward her. The girl was actually touching
herself right in front of her!

"Have you ever felt another girl's sex, Athena? You know, one
that is all smooth, like mine," Paige cooed as she backed Athena
up in the corner of the shower.

"Paige, I..." Athena was speechless. She was a 22-year-old
woman, yet this 15-year-old was making her feel like her insides
were made of melted butter!

"Here, feel," Paige whispered as she took the reporter's right
hand which was covering her crotch and laid it on her own bare
pubic mound. 

"Paige, this isn't right," Athena whispered back, but her fingers
began to slide along the smooth skin, despite her mind screaming
at her to stop. 

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Paige murmured. She moved Athena's
protective left arm away from her breasts, then pressed her naked
body against Athena's, their nipples smashing together.

The reporter jumped! It was as if a lightening bolt had gone
right through Paige's nipples into hers. Her head spun out of
control as her knees buckled and she slowly slid down on the
floor. She closed her eyes to stop her head from spinning.

But instead of getting better, it got worse. Now there was a
fire burning right between her legs. Her eyes popped open, and
looked down to see Paige's sexy pink tongue flicking all around
her burning clit. 

"Paige, stop plea..." Athena voice caught in her throat. She
couldn't even speak now. Nothing in her life had she ever felt
that was as anything as wonderful as Paige's flicking tongue. It
was wrong but she didn't want Paige to ever stop. The boys she
had to go out with to keep up her image were more interested in
her tits, or they just wanted her to touch, even suck their
repulsive cocks. Ugh! But Paige was only interested in her
being happy. 

Paige nibbled and licked as her hands squeezed Athena's gorgeous
tits. Athena whole body came again alive, every nerve, and every
pore. Paige's loving tongue pushed her easily to a wonderful
climax. The orgasm that Athena had this time was one that
actually blinded her as she came. 

"Aaaahhh!" she shouted joyously at the impact! More! She had to
have more! Unseeing, she reached out and cupped her hands behind
Paige's head, thrusting it forward into her boiling crotch! The
incredible sensations continued until Athena thought she go truly
mad! Finally she could hold the sleek bobbing head no longer,
and her hands fell limply to the cold tiled floor.

When Athena's sight returned Paige was gone and she was alone,
sitting naked and ashamed at what had happened. 

"A girl has licked me. A girl at school has licked me!! It
would ruin me if anyone ever found out. This is not part of my
perfect world," she thought. Athena had to warn Paige not to
tell anyone, or her perfect life would be over.

She turned off the water and staggered into the deserted locker
area. She picked up a used towel someone had left on a bench and
dried herself as she went to her locker. She saw with surprise
that her clothes were already laid out for her on the bench that
ran down the aisle. A tear of gratitude ran down the shaken
senior's face.

"She's so good to me," gushed Athena. "She's probably the only
person here who really cares about me." 

Athena found that it was very lonely being at the top of the
social ladder, and she whished she had taken the time to know
Paige sooner. She felt an uncharacteristic pang of guilt over
how badly she had treated the young girl and her friends, and
more tears flowed.

"Oh, my! What's wrong with me today?" she sobbed, her heart
overflowing with uncontrolled affection toward the underclassman
as she got dressed. "I'm such a basket case."

As she dressed, Athena was surprised to find on the bench her own
bra, and her last pair of clean panties. She put them on and
everything fit perfectly.

"That Paige!" she exclaimed happily. "What a girl!"

In her joy, Athena realized she was still faced with the
inexplicable problem of those buttons missing from her sweater. 
Then she saw that half of her buttons had been replaced by tiny
safety pins. It still reveled a lot of cleavage because the pins
had only replaced every other button, and the one at her bust was
showing considerable strain, but it showed nothing like the
terrible exposure of before. It even looked rather stylish in a
way, with her golden skin coyly peaking through the gaps. It was
still against the dress code (her code!), but they would just
have to live with it. Her head was spinning and she really could
not think of anything else to do about it. In the office she
knew there was always kept a spare sewing kit for just such
emergencies and that was where she was going next.

* * * *

On her way to the office, Athena took stock of the bizarre events
which had happened to her lately. Her body still felt amazingly
tingly, and she knew that she was not thinking very clearly
because of it. But what could she do? She had to save the last
of her precious pills for the prom and the evening's triumphant
activities after, when she celebrated her victory in style. She
only needed to finish out her day at school as best she could,
meet with Tara and the girls for a quick trip out to the mall to
pick up their prom stuff, and that would be that. Whatever else
Tara had planned for her, she would just have to tell her to
forget it. She still felt very shaved, thank you, and certainly
had no need of anything else.

Besides, whenever Tara started talking about personal things
lately, she would get a strange gleam in her eyes and then very
odd things would start to happen to her! Too bad that the
darling Paige wasn't an upperclassman, then she could double-date
the prom with her! But, Tara and her group were the top seniors
of the school, and that was the group to which she needed to
belong. They were, after all, still her friends.

Athena was glad that she didn't have a third class. With what had
happened in the gym twice today, not to mention the weirdness
occurring in the hall with Tara, she didn't feel up to seeing
anyone who might have witnessed her recent humiliations. She
badly needed time to calm down. When her head cleared, then
she'd think of a good lie to tell everyone, to explain what had
happened, and get back in control.

If only she knew herself what had happened, that was the problem.
She had been undressed or fondled in public three times, yet
that was not the worst of it. What really bothered her was
Paige's wonderful tongue. It was all she could think about. Sex
always felt so dirty to her when her obligatory boyfriends tried
to do it to her. She could not endure even the very thought of
them touching her for very long. Each fumbling grope was
disgusting to her almost before it even began.

But Paige, oh God! When she touched her, actually touched her
perfect body and started doing things to her, she had almost
died. Why? What had the teen done to her to make her never want
it to stop? The 22-year-old reporter couldn't believe how sex
with a 15-year-old girl could feel this way. So wonderful! So
wonderful!

* * * *

The administration office was a narrow rectangular room divided
down the center by a tall wooden counter. There was an old couch
for people who had to wait, located to the left of the hall door
which faced the front of the counter. Behind the counter were
the desks, file cabinets, and other equipment needed to keep
Elisabeth Borden High School running. Because of recent staff
cuts, the school had been forced to heavily rely on students to
fill in the gaps, which suited Athena Valentine just fine. It
gave the reporter easy access to the school's principal, and so
was able to establish her presence in the school much more
quickly then she would have otherwise. 

The principal was one of the very few of the women on the
school's staff whom Athena truly got along with. Athena found
her to be a very understanding woman who appreciated right from
the start the many things she had to offer. The woman was always
complementing her, telling her how pretty and smart she was (how
true!), and what a great difference her presence has made to the
school. The reporter always looked forward to their
conversations about life at Lezzy Borden. 

When she got to the office Athena was happy to see that it was
empty. She was late again and the girl who should have been here
must have already gone to class. The only regular secretary was
out on maternity leave. Even the principal was gone, probably
out making her rounds, the door to her office locked. Good! She
had the place to herself for a change. However, the principal
had left her a list of things she wanted done. Just some filing
and watering the plants around the office, along with making
several hundred copies of some stupid report. There were also
several things she was supposed to scan and distribute to various
individuals around the school. 

Athena was still feeling a little dizzy, but thought it was just
her being hungry. "I can hardly wait for lunch," she thought,
surprisingly. Normally she didn't eat very much at all. 
Something today had really triggered her appetite.

She picked up a pitcher of water so she could accomplish the
first thing on her list. The plants were scattered about in
different corners of the office, with one hanging quite high in
one corner. "Start with the easy ones first," she said to
herself.

Carrying the pitcher of water, she walked over and bent down to
water the first plant. 

What Athena didn't realize was that she was being watched. There
was a tiny security camera hidden near the floor, one of a series
secretly placed throughout the office and the school. This one
was positioned so that the Principal, Mrs. Nelson, could watch
lovely Athena Valentine on a bank of small monitors doing the
things she set out for her. Mrs. Nelson was a secret voyeur. As
luck would have it, her job gave her more opportunities that she
could believe. Most times it would be a pretty girl flashing her
panty as she bent doing something around the office, or a
bra-covered breast when one would bend over. Athena was the one
she loved to watch the most. She was easily the most beautiful
student she'd ever seen at the school. Miss Valentine was a
prefect name for Athena, she thought, as she settled back in the
adjoining office to watch, hoping that today she might catch a
glimpse of Athena's captivating young body.

Bending low to water the plant, Athena unconsciously swung her
hips back and forth. She was still tingling from what had
happened earlier, and did not realize the sexy show she was
putting on for her secret peeper. She went plant to plant,
quickly watering each one, until there was only one remaining.

Athena reached as high as she was able, but still couldn't reach
it. "I need something to stand on," she said as she looked
around the large office. The only thing that Athena could see to
use was the secretary's chair. 

Rolling the office chair over under the plant, she put one foot
in the padded seat and tried to stand in it. The chair did roll
just a bit, but what worried her most was the way the narrow heel
on her shoe sank into the padded seat. Athena was concerned her
shoe might twist, causing her to turn her ankle, or maybe even
fall. So Athena decided to take off her 4-inch pumps. 

Mrs. Nelson watched anxiously as Athena placed her pretty bare
foot on the padded seat, and then carefully stood up, using a
nearby cabinet to help brace herself. The principal's heart was
pounding as she saw the gorgeous teen raise up on her toes to
water the high hanging plant. 

"Why would anyone put a plant up here?" Athena thought as she
stretched as high as she could to pour the water in the pot,
causing the chair to roll slightly. 

"Shit! Careful, Athena," she muttered.

The phone suddenly rang, startling Athena. She instinctively
turned quickly to look at the ringing phone. Athena's sudden
movement caused the chair to roll forward, and she fell. 
Dropping the water can, she grabbed at the top of the cabinet
behind her for support, but her wet hands could not find a firm
grip on the smooth metal.

As she fell, she felt her bra strap catch on one of the cabinet's
locking buttons, and, gasping, she hung suspended for a moment,
the caught bra cruelly constricting her chest.

The clasp, already weakened by the morning's activities, quickly
broke under the strain and Athena dropped the remaining distance
and landed her pretty butt right on the floor. 

"Damn it!" she shouted in rage.

Athena got up rubbing her sore behind, looked around, and
forcefully grabbed the handset of the still ringing phone. 

"Yes! No, she's not here!" Athena spat into the handset, then
slammed it down. "I hate wrong numbers."

In her anger, she felt her breasts shake more than they should. 
Looking down nervously at her chest, she saw that her breasts
were hanging free under her sweater. 

"Oh, damn," Athena cried. Now what was she supposed to do? She
couldn't leave the office unattended, and who knew when someone
she could trust to watch things would come in.

The delighted principal's eyes grew wide as she watched Athena
shiftily look at the door, then hide behind the office counter. 
Kneeling on the floor, she lifted her sweater up. 

When Athena's captivating mounds spilled out, Mrs. Nelson's heart
skipped a beat. They were more wonderful than she dreamed, round
and firm, capped with large aureoles, the nipples pink and hard.
It was a truly lovely sight.

Athena placed her bra back on her tits and reached behind her to
fasten the clasp. But the fall seemed to have ripped the
fasteners loose, and now the bra would not stay closed. "What
else could go wrong today?" Athena fumed. Raising her eyes to
the level of the counter, she took another glance at the door,
then pulled her sweater over her head and placed it neatly on the
counter.

Having knelt back on the floor, Athena was still fighting with
the broken fasteners when she heard, "Hello, Athena." 

Looking up in horror, she saw Paige's friend Natalie leaning over
the counter.

"Now I know why you like to work in the office," observed
Natalie. "It gives you a chance to relax." She stepped toward
Athena, at the same time throwing her sweater and an object she
was carrying underneath it onto the small office small couch.

What no one noticed was that the object landed right between the
loose cushions, and was now sticking straight up. The object was
a 4-inch vibrator. Natalie was going to give it to Mrs. Nelson
and say that she had found it in Athena's locker. Athena would
then be totally embarrassed and expelled for sure, and The Three
Amigo's would be back together again. 

But Natalie actually forgot her plan when she saw Athena hiding
behind the counter half-naked. If Paige could have fun with this
cruel slut, then why couldn't she?

Athena face blushed, as she crossed her arms across her breasts.

"I was j-just..." she stammered, as she reached up with one hand
for her sweater that she'd laid on the counter.

"You were just what, Athena?" Natalie asked, as she beat Athena
to the sweater and tossed it onto the couch.

Athena eyes began to fill with tears, as she explained Natalie
what had happened to her. 

Natalie almost felt sorry for her, but not quite. She remembered
what Athena had done to her just a few days ago, when she was
standing at her locker, feeling a little self-conscious about her
new glasses. 

Athena had caught sight of her and said, "Very nice look,
Natalie. Now you have four ugly eyes instead of two!" Everyone
laughed and pointed at her. Athena had picked on her all day,
saying terrible things about her new glasses, totally humiliating
her. Now it was her turn to humiliate the perfect Athena
Valentine in front of the whole school, if she could.

Besides, Natalie was starting to get jealous of how Paige was
ignoring her and Lisa for this slut of a senior and she wanted it
to stop! She wanted The Three Amigos to be together again, with
no stupid outsiders messing things up.

"Is that right?" Natalie asked in a deliberately snotty voice. 
"You fell and your bra just broke? Or was it that you wanted to
run around naked like you did this morning at gym class?" 

Athena blushed deeply at the cruel mention of her gym class. 

"Natalie, please give me my sweater before someone else comes
in," Athena pleaded, as she hid cowering behind the counter. 
Only her worried face showed above the counter.

Natalie stood there just smiling and not saying a word. She was
having way too much fun watching Athena squirm to help her now.

"Natalie, please," Athena whimpered, trying to keep one arm
covering her breasts while the other was behind her back still
trying to refasten her ruined bra. 

Natalie wasn't about to let Athena get dressed just yet. "Let me
see if I can fix your bra, you can't run around without it. It's
against the rules, you know that," Natalie told her as she
stepped around the counter and walked deliberately towardAthena.

"Just give me my sweater, please," Athena pleaded as she stepped
back away from the girl who was advancing toward her. She didn't
want anyone else to touch her today, or for that matter, forever,
after what had happened to her already. She held the unfastened
bra cups protectively tight against her breasts.

"Just let me see," Natalie purred as she kept moving forward. 
She only stopped when she had backed the cringing Athena up
against the copy machine.

Mrs. Nelson couldn't believe her luck. Not only was she getting
to see Athena half-naked, she might even get to see her
humiliated just a bit. "Miss Valentine did need to be knocked
down a peg or two," she thought.

"Come on, Natalie, give it to me," Athena begged again.

Athena couldn't move as Natalie boldly reached up under loose bra
and cupped the shocked Athena's breasts, rolling her nipples
between her fingers. "These aren't real, are they, Athena?"
Natalie asked as her fingers teased the vulnerable nipples.

"What? Y-yes. Of...of course t-they are. Just g-give me my
sweater, please," Athena stammered, trying not the shiver as her
nipples hardened.

Natalie got a wicked idea as she looked at the copier. "Turn
around and let me see if I can fix it," she said. She reached
around the flustered senior and opened the copier top with one
hand, then pulled Athena's useless bra up around her shoulders. 

Athena looked confused as she immediately covered her bare
breasts. What was Natalie trying to do, anyway? "Hey!" she
protested as Paige suddenly spun her around so that she was
facing the opened copier. 

"Now just bend down just a bit so I can see." 

"Natalie!"

Natalie reached around, slipped her hands under Athena's and
gave Athena's nipples a tiny twist.

"Oh!" gasped Athena.

Paige then put her hands between the distracted reporter's
shoulders and pushed Athena face-down over the copier. Leaving
her breasts completely exposed, Athena tried bracing herself with
her hands, but Natalie kept forcing her down until she lay flat
across the cool glass top of the copier.

Natalie quickly set the machine to make ten copies, then pushed
the start button. 

"Natalie, the copier is running, let me up!" Athena shouted as
she tried to get up. She had never fully trusted the copier's
strange green light and was afraid of possible side effects any
direct exposure might have on her perfect chest.

But Natalie kicked Athena's feet away from the copier and held
her down with both hands on the senior's shoulders. The copier
started making copies with Athena's lovely breasts mashed fully
against it. Athena pleaded and struggled, trying to get up, but
not realizing what was really happening to her. All Athena knew
was that her very sensitive nipples and breasts were against the
cool copier top, and her nipples felt suddenly aching, all of
which caused her head to start to spin again.

"Oh, Natalie, let me up! I'm getting dizzy!" 

"Almost done," Natalie giggled as she watched copy number nine,
then ten, come out of the machine. 

"Nope, the strap's broke," Natalie said as she let go of Athena
and helped her up. At the same time she pulled Athena's bra off
and tucked it in her back jeans pocket, leaving the distressed
22-year-old completely naked from the waist up.

Covering her chilled breasts, Athena looked distastefully at her
helper. "Could I have my top now, please?" she asked Natalie as
Athena looked worriedly at the opened hall door.

"Sure," said Natalie, "Don't move. I'll get it for you."

As she went to retrieve Athena's sweater, Natalie wondered what
other little fun she could have with this proud bitch. There was
a small half-smile on her face as she casually handed the sweater
over to the obviously very relieved senior.

As Athena gratefully pulled the top over her head and got her
arms tangled in the sleeves, Natalie attached the hem of Athena's
skirt to the copier's paper feed tray, then stood back and smiled
openly at her handy work.

Mrs. Nelson saw it all as she sat frantically running her fingers
across her burning clit. The slacks to her pants suite were
bunched around her knees, along with her panties. It couldn't
become any better, she thought. But little did she know it was
going to get a lot better.

Athena struggled with the sweater, until she finally got it
untangled and pulled down over her exposed breasts. "What did
you think you were doing?" she questioned the still-smiling
Natalie.

"I was just helping you. You asked for my help didn't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"But? But nothing. Next time you want my help, I won't bother to
help you," Natalie said in a scolding voice.


Athena began to tear up again as she stood looking down at her
pretty bare feet. Natalie was right. She was just trying to
help her. "I'm sorry. Thank you for your help," Athena
whispered.

"You're welcome," Natalie answered. 

"What do we have here?" Natalie reached into the copier tray and
took out the ten copies of Athena's bare breasts. "Are these
yours, Athena?" Natalie snickered as she held them up for the
shocked senior to see.

"Where...?! How...?!" The stunned Athena grabbed at them, but
Natalie stepped away from her. 

"I think I could sell these for quite a lot of money, don't you?
I could sell them as 'Greek Tits'. I bet every boy in school
will want one of these," Natalie taunted, then she turned and
laughing ran out of the office.

"No, you can't!" Athena shouted as she quickly took off after
Natalie. What she didn't realize was what Natalie had done to
her skirt. She didn't even feel her skirt pull tight as she ran
after the fleeing teen. With a quiet "rip" the thin skirt tore
up the side until the loosened fastener finally popped opened
under the strain. The skirt fell off, still stuck on the tray,
leaving Athena naked from the waist down except for her sexy
panties. She ran into the hallway looking desperately right and
left, wondering which way Natalie, no longer in sight, had gone.
Standing with tears in her eyes she looked down in defeat. On
the floor directly in front of her was one of the hated copies. 
She bent down and picked up it up. Before she had a chance to
look at it, she noticed group of girls giving her a disgusted
look, but she couldn't understand why.

Then a boy yelled, "Nice dress, Athena!" 

Suddenly she felt a cool draft, and looked down again. "My God,
what happened to my skirt?" she cried in horror! Athena put the
copy in her teeth, and with both hands frantically pulled her
sweater down front and back. She dashed squealing back into the
office and slammed the door shut. She was very glad no one
followed her.

What was she going to do? Natalie had pictures of her naked
tits, and now her skirt was gone. Athena scanned the room
looking for her skirt, forgetting the picture clutched in her
teeth. She soon found it hanging from the copier tray and
wondered how in hell it could have ended up there. 

Athena grabbed it and tore it from the tray. Her beautiful new
skirt was ruined. Fighting back tears, she tried to wrap it
around her waist. She tried it every way she could think of, but
it just wouldn't cover much, let alone fasten. She looked around
and saw a stapler on the counter. She knew using the sewing kit
would be much better, but there just wasn't time. She was in her
panties now! So she adjusted the damaged skirt as best she
could, so that it at least somewhat covered her back and front. 
She then hurriedly used the stapler to fasten the skirt together
again, unknowingly catching the waistband of her panties in the
process.

Dressed once again, Athena looked down to see how she could have
hooked her beautiful skirt. 

Suddenly she remembered the copy. She took it from her mouth and
looked at it. 

"Oh, God!" Athena gasped as she stared at it in horror. Her tits
looked huge because of the way Natalie had mashed them against
the glass top. If anyone found out it was her, she'd just die. 
"No one's ever going to see this," she said. 

Mrs. Nelson watched the lovely senior walk over to the paper
shredder and put the picture in, then push the Start button. But
nothing happened.

"Damn it! Work!" Athena cursed as she desperately pushed the
button again and again, but still nothing happened. "Come on,
work!" 

Athena was in tears now as the whole terrible day poured from her
eyes. Why was her 'perfect' day being ruined, by all these
stupid people? Suddenly she saw why she couldn't get the damn
machine to work. It wasn't even plugged in. Athena almost
laughed at herself as she reached over the machine to plug it in.


Athena didn't notice that a piece of torn cloth from her skirt
had fallen into the metal jaws of the shredder. When she plugged
it in, the already turned-on machine quickly shredded the
picture, then slowly sucked in her tattered skirt. 

"Stop, please stop!" the panicked Athena shrieked, as she pushed
every button but one, the Off button. Finally with most of her
skirt already sucked up by the shredder, she hit the Off button.
But the tattered remains were still caught in the machine. 
Athena pulled gently but couldn't get free as she worried about
the possibility of popping her stapled skirt open again.

"Think, Athena," she said out loud, trying to stay calm and work
out a way to get free before anyone else came into the office and
saw her now stuck in the shredder. How humiliating! The she
remembered what the principal had said. Mrs. Nelson told her
something about some manual thingy, what was it? "Yes!" Athena
yelled in triumph as she suddenly remembered what the principal
had told her.

"If you ever get anything stuck," the principal had said, "just
push the manual reverse right here."

Athena didn't see where she had pointed, because she had been
busy brushing her hair. But now she knew there was a button
somewhere that would get her out of the damn machine. She
couldn't see what was under her hips, so she bent over the
machine to look on the back. "There it is," she thought proudly
as she reached for it.

Mrs. Nelson could hardly contain herself as she watched the
lovely Miss Valentine reach for the manual 'Forward' button. If
this got any better, she would certainly die of a heart attack.

Athena couldn't quite reach it, so she raised up on her toes so
she could bend as far over the top of the machine as she could,
and pushed the button. She held the button down for several
seconds listening in satisfaction as the machine made grinding
sounds, then let go. 

"There! That should do it," she said in the new silence as she
tried to get down. But now she couldn't move at all, her skirt
was pulled tight against the shredder! Athena looked behind her
and groaned. The skirt, the remains of which covered very little
of her to begin with, was now bunched almost to her waist, along
with her sweater. As her skirt pulled up, so did her panties,
still fastened to the skirt's waistband. With the way she was
stuck (up on her tippy toes and bent over the machine) you could
almost see all of her pulled-up panty-covered ass. 

"Damn, Damn, Damn!" Athena shouted, struggling to get free. But
all she did was cause her panties to slide further between her
tight young buttocks. Now it looked like she was wearing a tiny
g-string. 

Mrs. Nelson climaxed for the third time as she watched Athena's
wonderful butt wiggle about as she tried to get free. It
couldn't possibly get any better, it just couldn't, she thought.


But it soon would.

Athena wanted someone to come in and help her, but she certainly
didn't want just anyone's help. She couldn't bear the thought of
someone seeing her in this humiliating position, but she needed
someone's help. Someone who was understanding and wouldn't take
advantage of her helplessness, and who also wouldn't tell on her.
What made it worse was the thought of Natalie coming back, and
what she might do if she found her this way. That gave Athena
the strength for one last pull. But the skirt wouldn't give and
now she even gotten her panties hopelessly stuck on something. 
If she tried to get her weight off of her toes, the panty would
dig deeper into her tender sex. 

"Why?" Athena cried in bewilderment as she gave up the fight to
get free. "Why me all the time?"

*****

Paige had come by the office on her way to the restroom when she
caught sight of Athena, running back in the office holding her
sweater down to cover the fact that her skirt was gone. She just
had to see what was going on.

When Paige opened the door and looked in the office, she laughed
at the sight. There stood Athena Valentine, the queen bitch,
bent over the shredder, naked from the waist down except for her
pretty panties wedged tightly between her ass cheeks, barefoot,
being forced to stand on her tip-toes because of the way she was
caught, and crying like a baby. Paige wished she had brought a
camera.

"Need any help, Athena?" she said as she closed the door and
walked around the counter.

Athena jerked her head around when she heard Paige's voice. 
"Paige! Thank God, it's you. I'm stuck. Help!" Athena cried.

"You seem to always end up stuck these days. Maybe I should
leave you here, so you can learn a lesson," Paige said, as she
turned to leave.

"Paige, please help. I'm really stuck, and my panties are
digging into my . . . " Athena couldn't say it.

Paige wanted to hear her say it. "Digging in what, Athena?"

"Paige, you know. Help!" Athena whimpered, as she raised up
higher on her toes, trying relieve the pressure of her panties
pressing against her swelling neither lips. She pushed her
lovely ass ever higher in the air, trying to keep her caught
panties from rubbing against her clit. If she didn't, she was
sure to cum, and she didn't want to do that again, especially in
front of Paige.

"No I don't," Paige replied, this time taking two steps toward
the door.

Athena panicked as she saw Paige walking to the door. "My
pussy!" she whispered fiercely. "They're digging into my pussy,
OK? Help me, please. It's really starting to..." 

Athena caught herself before she said it, as she wiggled even
higher up on her pretty toes, as the panty rubbed again across
her clit.

"I'll help you if you promise to do something for me?"

"Ohhhh! Yes, anything!"

"You have to sit with Natalie, Lisa, and me at lunch today,"
Paige told her, as she walked over and ran her hand over Athena's
smooth ass, and watched it tremble.

"Sure, anything. Just help me!" 

Athena didn't even notice Paige's hand on her butt. With her
being a little dizzy from the pill and the fabric of her panty
now rubbing right on her clit every time she moved, she didn't
feel a thing. All she knew was she needed help before someone
else came in.

"Now stay still, while I see what's stuck where," Paige said
happily. Paige ran both hands up to Athena's waist, and pulled
Athena's sweater a little higher, baring her entire bottom. Then
taking it in both hands and gave both bare cheeks a big squeeze.


"It's happening again," Athena thought. It was feeling like
Paige was squeezing her ass. She knew that wasn't true. Paige
was only helping her. But she couldn't fight the sensation of
hands that she knew weren't there, playing with her butt, moving
down and now rubbing along the outside of both her thighs. 

Paige was overjoyed as she watched Athena unconsciously start to
move her behind slightly back and forth. She loved Athena's ass,
so firm and round. She took a tanned buttock in each of her
hands and squeezed again. She got down on her knees, and slid
her tongue up the right ass cheek.

Mrs. Nelson was delighted to see Paige come into the office. It
was getting better and better. Now she'd get to watch as Athena
was humiliated by one of her fellow students. But what she saw
couldn't have been more different.

Athena was sure she felt something wet slide up and down her
butt, she just knew it. "Paige, what are you doing?" she groaned
as she fought the bizarre sensations coming from her behind.

"Nothing. I'm just trying in find where your things are stuck,"
Paige giggled as she spread Athena's lovely bottom and slowly
licked between her buttocks. 

Now, whatever it was, it was pressing against her panty-covered
anus! "Aha! Paige, please!" Athena protested. But the
sensation had already caused her mind to start to cloud over just
like in the gym. Athena tried to fight it but she couldn't. Her
mind was playing tricks on her again. It felt like something was
there, it really did! But there couldn't be, Paige was just
helping her.

Paige slid her finger in the back of Athena's panties and gently
pulled up until she actually lifted Athena's toes off the ground.
The only sound was Athena's low helpless moan as the panty was
now buried as deep in the woman's tortured pussy as it would go.
Paige pulled the panty to one side, and with her index finger she
started making tiny circles around Athena's tiny little brown
hole. 

The sensation was blinding! Athena couldn't even breath. There
was something going on behind her but she didn't care. Athena
just tried to push her ass even higher, trying to keep whatever
it was right where it was. "Oh, God!" Athena moaned. "So good!
So good!"

"Not just yet, Athena," Paige thought as she pushed the manual
reverse, freeing Athena's torn skirt from the blades, and then
unhooking the panty from where it had been stapled to the skirt.


Athena didn't even notice, as she still stood on her toes,
pushing her ass high in the air, trying to entice whatever had
been there, back again.

"Got it," Paige said as she unfastened what remained of the skirt
and put it into her other back pocket. 

"What?" Athena mumbled, as she still stood bent over the
shredder, delightfully on the edge of an orgasm.

"I said I got it. You know, your skirt. You can get up now,"
Paige told her. She helped Athena stand up and turned the
lust-filled woman around to face her.

"But...? I...?" Athena couldn't even figure out where she was
for a moment. She was positively melting, from the wonderful
sensations of what had just happened. Athena's mind was still
numbed. All she could think about was why the breathtaking
feeling was slowly dying and how she could bring it back. 

"I'm afraid your pretty skirt is ruined."

"Okay," a dazed Athena answered blankly, still not sure what
Paige was talking about.

"Let's see what we can do with your sweater. Maybe we can use it
as a skirt," Paige told her. 

"Thank you. That would be nice," Athena replied, trying to focus
as Paige held the bottom of her sweater and pulled down. The
sweater stretched and now came down, and the bottom just covered
Athena's lovely panties. 

Mrs. Nelson couldn't have been happier as she watched Paige toy
with Athena. It was even better than the humiliation she thought
Paige would cause Athena. Looking at the lovely senior still
dazed, with her sweater pulled tight to cover her perfect body,
the Principal had to fight the impulse of running into the room
and joining in the fun. 

Paige stood back and took a look at her secret love. Athena's
eyes were glazed over, and she still did not know where she was.
The way Paige had pulled her sweater down, Athena's breasts were
pressed so tightly against the sweater, the nipples seemed to be
popping right through it. As Athena stood quietly, the sweater
began to slid back up to its original level. Paige reached over
and pulled it back down, thinking, "This will be fun if Athena
doesn't keep at it. She'll show everyone her beautiful ass." 

"Now, Athena. You need to keep your sweater pulled down, so it
will cover everything, OK?"

"Sure. Whatever you say," Athena answered, still on cloud nine.
She tried to think about what Paige had just said. It was
important, something about her sweater. She'd sort it out in a
minute when her head cleared.

Paige knelt down in front of her and gently pulled Athena's
panties down. "Raise your foot for a sec." 

Athena did it without thinking. If she had known what was going
on, she would have surely stopped Paige from slipping her panties
off and stuffing them in her pocket. 

"OK, up with your foot again, Athena." Once more she did as
Paige ordered, as her friend slipped one pump on, and then the
other, back on Athena's lovely feet. "There! Now, no one will
know about your little accident with your skirt."

"You're a true friend," Athena answered as her mind was finally
starting to clear.

"I have to get back to class. Remember about your sweater," she
laughed as she left Athena, who was still confused about what
Paige was talking about.

Athena stood for a moment teetering back and forth on her 4-inch
pumps. Her body began to cool, so now it was just tingly. And
her mind cleared enough to start remembering what had just
happened. All she was doing was working in the office, when
everything went haywire. First she was watering a hanging plant,
which caused her to fall off a chair onto her butt. Somehow she
ruined her bra. She hid to fix it, but Natalie had found her and
managed to photocopy her breasts! 

"Oh, God! Natalie has pictures of my naked tits!"

Athena turned to go find Natalie, but before she took two steps
her sweater sprang up to its original level (half way between her
shaven mound, and her bellybutton). The sensation froze her in
her tracks. Athena looked down and saw her bare pussy completely
exposed! 

"Shit!" She grabbed her sweater and pulled it down to cover up
before anyone else came in. Now she knew what Paige was talking
about. If she didn't keep pulling at her sweater, she'd show
everyone the fact that she wasn't wearing a skirt, and, worse,
that she wasn't wearing any panties.

Feeling totally baffled, Athena placed her elbows on the counter
and held her poor head, spinning more than ever, firmly between
her hands. Now without any restraint, the sweater popped up to
reveal Athena Valentine's naked loins to the eagerly waiting lens
of the hidden cameras. A muffled shriek came from the locked
principal's office.

"Oh, God," Athena moaned piteously. "This can't possibly get any
worse!"

*****

Mrs. Nelson took one last look at the monitors, then rose from
her desk, dressed and ready.

"Oh, honey. You have no idea!" she said as she headed for the
door to the outer office.

*****




* * * *

As Athena moved behind the counter, she jumped when she felt
something press against her bare vulva! She glanced down and saw
that it was one of the spare pointers for teachers that were
always kept on the middle shelf. This one was extending out from
the shelf and in her current state of befuddlement, thanks to
Paige, she had almost walked directly into it! She looked down
and saw with horror how it was dangerously close to her precious
opening, the rubber tip pressing against her bare little mound,
the attached wooden shaft rising threateningly from the black
depths of the counter, almost as if it had been placed there
deliberately to reach up for her secret flesh! 

"Phew!" she breathed in relief. "That was close." If she had
been wearing a skirt, it would have gone right up underneath it!
She wondered who would do such a terrible thing to a girl and
decided to move it before someone did get caught on it.

Suddenly, the hall door to the administration office burst open
and a short, red-faced little man with only a few tired-looking
wisps of hair sticking up over an otherwise bald head entered the
room.

Athena's jaw dropped open as she recognized the editor of The
Free Press, Mr. Merryweather. Her boss was standing right in
front of her and she was absolutely naked below her sweater! "OH
MY GOD!" she thought. "What in Hell is he doing here?" 

"Hi, sweetheart," the editor said in a very insincere manor. The
editor was a bachelor of long standing and was unused to acting
the proud parent, or in this case, guardian.

"Why...why, Uncle E-Ed! What are you doing here?" Athena
sputtered in surprise as she turned towards him and held out her
hands in front of her. Confused, the editor assumed it was a
greeting and took both of her hands in his own. Actually, Athena
was trying to tell him silently to go away. She became as
confused as he was when he took her hands in his own, but as long
as she kept him on the other side of the counter she was safe!

As he approached her, Athena automatically crouched a little and
pressed her body firmly against the back of the counter, to hide
herself as much as possible. Too late did she remember about the
pointer.

"Uuuhh!" she grunted as she inadvertently impaled herself upon
the rubber-tipped wooden shaft. She fought to remember just how
much of the pointer extended beyond the edge of the shelf as she
felt what seem like miles and miles of it continue to fill her
sopping, pulsating cunt! 

Athena tried standing, but the deeply embedded pointer stayed
with her, while it's unintended movement inside her almost made
her want to purr with pleasure as the smooth wood rubbed against
the clasping, greedy muscles of her violated pussy. As she
stared wide-eyed at her boss, Athena felt an insane desire to
cum. Oh, God! What had Paige done to her? Her body felt so
ready right now, but ready for what? She wanted more than
anything to fuck herself silly on this innocent shaft of wood. 
She felt close to panic as she tried to figure a way of freeing
herself from the lecherous pointer without letting her editor
know about her precarious half-dressed situation!

Feeling in desperate need to be in control once again, Athena
hissed angrily, "Get out of here, you stupid jerk!"

The editor's ruddy face colored an even deeper red. He had been
angry before, but now he was furious. This prima donna of a
reporter had nearly bankrupted the meager resources of The Free
Press with her outrageous demands for clothes and equipment, all
the while treating him like a lowly servant in the process. For
the sake of the story he went along with it, but no longer! This
junior reporter had pushed him around long enough! It was time
she learned who was the real boss here.

Athena felt herself being pulled forward, forcing her even
farther onto the deadly pointer. She tried to break free, but
her editor was holding onto her with a grip of iron. Caught on
the rough back edge of the counter top, the front of her abused
sweater was dragging down the more she was made to lean over the
top. Athena knew she couldn't back away from him, or he might
see everything! She could sense her sweater's front was going
lower and lower, exposing her unfettered breasts to her editor
more and more as she was made to lean farther over the counter! 
Also, the fabric moving over her breasts was causing her nipples
to react in the worst way! The exquisite sensation as the
sweater's material rubbed the hard nubs of her breasts was making
it very hard for her to think at all! The little devils were
practically forcing their way through the fine material. They
were so stiff it brought tears to her eyes! 

She was almost laying flat across the counter top when he finally
stopped pulling. 

Oh God! She felt completely impaled on the pointer! And her
chest! It was terribly exposed! Her golden cleavage was
displayed to just above her erect nipples, while the sweater had
ridden up to her waist! She couldn't even use her hands to pull
it down, either. Thank God the principal was out of her office,
otherwise she would surely die of shame if the woman ever caught
her like this.


"Don't you remember? I told you that I wanted to volunteer to
help with the school's next fund raiser," the editor said loudly.
He sounded wooden and artificial, a bad actor reading his lines.
Mr. Merryweather looked at the obviously nervous woman and
started to wonder if something wasn't quite right with his young
reporter. She was normally so calm and collected. "I just love
a good pancake breakfast!"

"Let go!" Athena muttered angrily. "That stupid breakfast's not
for another two months, you idiot!" 

She pulled frantically but he still refused to release his iron
grip on her hands. She was still stretched over the counter top
and the ridiculous tug-of-war with her editor was causing the
highly sensitized tips of her breasts to drag across the wood
counter top. Even through the material of her pulled sweater,
the sensation on her erect nipples was maddening! It made her
breathless and her toes curl! Yet that was nothing compared what
the pointer was doing to her. The slightest movement she made
caused her ready cunt pulsate frantically around the wooden
shaft. She desperately wanted to reach down and, ashamed at the
thought, use the pointer to make herself cum, but that was
impossible! Athena could feel her vaginal fluids start to
trickle down her inner thighs and realized that unless she could
free herself very soon, she would lose it completely!

She finally noticed the determination on her editor's red face
and realized with a sinking feeling that the old fool wasn't
going anywhere until he got what he wanted, whatever that was. 

Athena stopped struggling and asked as calmly as she could,
"Would you...please let go of me? What are you doing here,
anyway?"

"No, I am not letting go of you until you tell me just what the
devil is going on here. You have been ignoring my pages again,
and I want to find out why," the editor said firmly. "I paid
good money for that pager and I intend to use it."

"Pager?" Athena sputtered wildly. She stifled a hysterical
laugh. The idiot! The stupid idiot! All this trouble over that
silly pager! How dare he put her through this just over broken
piece of crap!

"Moron!" she said with cool venom. "Why, I haven't even had
any...oh my God!" Athena paled as she suddenly remembered about
her missing pager. She had lost it after that terrible night at
Tara's home! It must still be there! Oh, no! Now what was she
suppose to tell him?

****

The principal opened the door to the administration office a
crack and put an eye to the slit. It was getting better. Her
heart almost stopped beating as she looked at the rear of the
beautiful student leaning over the counter top. Mrs. Nelson
couldn't believe it! The perfect tanned buttocks looked so
inviting! And as for that divine slit that lay nested deep
between those sculptured thighs...! The principal's hand
trembled on the doorknob as her mind raced madly at the thought
of it, so vulnerable.

Why was she moving so oddly, though? Like she was caught on
something. "Oh, God!" the principal gasped gleefully when she
finally realized what had happened to the high and mighty Athena
Valentine. "This is wonderful! The pointer finally worked!"

That settled it! She had to have her! That was all there was to
it! She had to have that beautiful half-naked student! But now
Athena's busy-body of a guardian was here. She knew of no
appointment for this morning, so he must have stopped by just to
see the girl. Looking at the man, she couldn't fathom where
Athena got her good looks. Athena's uncle was not the least bit
handsome. Where Athena got her beautiful looks from was beyond
her. But he was keeping her busy and that could be useful. She
quickly made her plans. 

****

"Athena, isn't that sweater a bit tight?" the disapproving editor
asked. With all the money the kid's spending on her wardrobe, he
wondered why is it was that every time he saw her, his only
investigative reporter always looked half-undressed? This time
it was her bosoms! They were practically falling out! It was so
unseemly!

"No, you fool, it isn't!" Athena answered in her most snotty
voice, hoping it would quickly get her editor off that touchy
subject and onto something else. But, of course, it backfired.

"Don't take that tone with me young lady, or I might just have to
put you over my knee right here, and give you a sound spanking!"

"Sorry, Sir," Athena said, in a much weaker voice. Oh God! And
with her naked below the waist and finally getting into the
pointer, too. It felt so fine! She wondered if anyone would
miss it if she took it home with her tonight. But first, her
damn editor. She had to get him out of here. But how?

****

Mrs. Nelson decided it was time to join in the fun. She put on
her best professional manner, opened the door and strode briskly
into the room. 

"Good morning, Sir," said the principal. "I'm sorry if you've
been waiting long to see me, but my staff failed to tell me that
you were out here."

At the sound of the voice, Athena's world stopped. The problem
with her editor paled to insignificance at the hideous fact of
the principal's presence behind her. Behind her! BEHIND HER!! 

Waves of humiliation washed over the reporter! It was bad enough
to be caught in various states of undress by the students, but to
be caught by the school's principal...! Her cute bare butt was
completely exposed, not to mention her bare pussy and its new
friend the pointer. Athena's only desire at this time was to
sink into the floor and disappear forever. After a morning full
of terrible shocks, she had reached the end. As the blood
drained from her head, Athena felt consciousness slipping from
her. 

With a soft moan, Athena Valentine slumped across the counter top
in a dead faint! The surprised editor found himself holding onto
his unconscious reporter to prevent her from slipping off the
counter top.

"Oh, dear me," the editor muttered. "Athena?" he called softly
as he gently squeezed the unconscious reporter's hands. "Athena,
what's going on?" Getting no response, he looked to the slightly
smiling principal standing behind Athena and said weakly,"Help?"

"Of course," said the principal. "Probably just one of those
feminine things that happen. Just hold her for a moment, will
you? And keep talking to her. That's important."

"Sure," said a very nervous Mr. Merryweather. "Athena? Oh,
Athena? She...she doesn't answer, Mrs. Nelson."

As the editor talked to the unconscious reporter, Mrs. Nelson
knelt down behind the counter and worked the pointer into the
defenseless girl's crotch. 

"That's all right," Mrs. Nelson said. "Just keep watching her. 
Look for a reaction."

"What kind of reaction?"

"Anything at all."

"Okay."

As she played with the pointer with her right hand, the
principal's left hand wasted no time in tracing the delightful
contours of the helpless senior. The hand ran from the glorious
globes of the firm, jutting buttocks to the length of the
sculptured legs. But it was the tiny puckered anus which
interested her hand the most. She had definite plans for that!

"Anything?" Mrs. Nelson whispered after a delightful time spent
teasing the sopping cunt with the pointer.

"She's...she's smiling a little," Mr. Merryweather whispered
back. "And looking flushed. Is that good?"

"Very good. She coming along nicely."

Mrs. Nelson opened one of the emergency kits that were always
kept under the counter for student injuries and dipped her
fingers into a jar of heavy first-aid cream. She used the cream
to carefully grease the exciting crevasse between the golden
buttocks, and especially over and around Athena's small rosebud.

"Ooooooohhhh," softly moaned Athena from her dreams.

"Mrs. Nelson!" the editor whispered excitedly. "Did you 
hear that? I think she tried to say something."

"Oh, yes," panted an increasingly inflamed Mrs. Nelson. She had
better be careful or she would have to take the girl rightthere!

"Let's just put her on the couch, shall we?" the principal said a
little shakily as she reluctantly pulled the embedded pointer
from the well-prepared pussy and wiped her fingers off on the
girl's thigh.

The editor let go of Athena's hands as Mrs. Nelson carefully
gathered up the limp Athena in her arms and, being careful to
shield her from the girl's guardian, she took her to the couch
and placed the unconscious girl directly over the dildo still
wedged between the two cushions and surreptitiously pushed down
on the girl's hips. Athena stiffened and squirmed for a moment,
but to Mrs. Nelson's relief the girl did not wake up as she
encountered the greasy dildo. After laying Athena's head on the
back of the couch, the principal quickly used Natalie's forgotten
jacket to cover the girl's delightful lower nakedness, then as
she sat on the girl's right, she furtively slipped her left hand
under the jacket, then with her right hand, motioned the
worried-looking little man to come and join them.

The shaken editor stayed where he was. The school's principal
seem to be very adapt at handling young girls and he was not
reluctant at all to stay by the counter out of harm's way and to
leave Athena's care in the older woman's very capable hands. As
the woman had picked up his reporter, Mr. Merryweather had gotten
a quick look at Athena before Mrs. Nelson had turned away and his
thin lips pursed in disapproval. "Not wonder she was hiding
behind the counter," he thought. He couldn't remember ever
seeing brown pants that tight on anyone before. Why, they were
almost like a second skin! He wondered how his reporter could
even walk, they were so tight.

"Please, Sir, sit here," she said, indicating to the empty spot
on Athena's left. Meanwhile her left hand was enjoying the
delights of Athena's firm right thigh, her senses reveling in the
touch of the cool, smooth skin. She wanted to ensure that the
naughty dildo was firmly in place, but she took a moment to enjoy
her first secret touch of the golden flesh of Athena Valentine.

"I'm sure she's just fine and should be rejoining us very soon,"
the principal explained

"Well, all right," the editor said dubiously. He sat carefully
next to his sleeping reporter, whom he noticed now had a most
peculiar smile on her face.

"And what can we do for you today?" Mrs. Nelson asked breathily
as her hand inched higher up Athena's thigh.

****

Athena Valentine knew something was wrong, but could not identify
exactly what it was that was the problem. She had spent the
entire morning in a weird sexual fog, but now she was absolutely
glowing. "I must be dreaming about the Devereux household
again," she thought. Athena always felt so warm and creamy
inside whenever she thought of her last undercover assignment,
and the reaction always frightened her a little. What they did
to her shouldn't feel that good at all! 

But now she was really worried, because instead of the usual
seemingly endless Devereux clan naked in bed with her, undressing
her, touching her, she recognized the faces of Paige and the
other Amigos, as well as Tara and her group. Even the school's
principal, Mrs. Nelson, was there, waving a pair of panties at
her. "Now why would that woman be waving my underwear at me?"
the dreaming Athena wondered. What about Mrs. Nelson? There was
something she needed to remember about her...

The reporter sat up with a jolt. "MRS. NELSON!!!" she screamed.

"Calm yourself, Miss Valentine," the principal said coolly. Her
left arm had snaked around the girl's naked waist as she kept the
struggling Athena on the couch. "That is not how we behave in
the office."

On the edge of hysteria, Athena fought to keep her senses. She
glanced down and saw that she was at least covered by someone's
jacket. "But...but...I...I..." she sputtered loudly.

"Quiet, Athena," hissed the shocked editor. "What's the matter
with you?"

Athena turned her head and faced her editor with disbelief. As
usual, he had no clue as to what was going on. "N-nothing. She
just s-startled me, that's all."

"Okay, then. So behave yourself," the editor quietly told her.

"Thank you, Sir," said Mrs. Nelson. "She can be a handful
sometimes, but the very bright students usually are, you know?"

"I completely understand, Mrs. Nelson," the editor replied as he
tried to ignore his oddly acting reporter. "Actually, I was
just talking to my ward here about my coming. To Elizabeth
Borden, I mean. I want to volunteer for the school's next fund
raiser. I just love a good pancake breakfast!"

"Splendid. While it is a few months away, it's never too early
to start planning these things. Athena, why didn't you tell me
your guardian wanted to volunteer? I could have had everything
ready for him."

The principal moved her arm from the girl's waist and returned to
running her hand back and forth soothingly over the girl's smooth
left thigh.

"Y-yes," Athena said meekly. "I'm sorry." She felt faint! It
was so humiliating! In the admin office in front of the school's
principal, she was naked from the waist down, yet the woman
hadn't made one sign. Maybe Mrs. Nelson was just here to help
her during this ridiculous situation? Athena just wished the
woman wouldn't touch her high up on her bare leg like that. 
Didn't the woman realize that she didn't have one stitch of
clothing underneath this jacket, and that it was very unsettling
for her to be touched like that? 

Athena was also getting the oddest sensations from her highly
sensitive anus, like something was pressing up inside it! Must
be a part of a cushion, a button or something. It was all she
could do to keep from squirming, but with her editor on one side
and her principal on the other, she had no room anyway and would
just have to endure it as best she could.

"My, these kids can be so messy sometimes," the principal said. 
She carefully slipped her left hand out from under the jacket,
then used her hands to tuck the jacket tightly around Athena's
legs and hips. "There, that's better. You really should take
care of yourself better, Athena."

"Yes, Ma'am," Athena said from the depths of her misery.
She smiled gratefully at the woman, even though she couldn't move
her legs at all now, they were so tightly wrapped in the jacket.
Now she was really stuck over whatever it was that was pressing
so intimately against her, but she certainly could not tell Mrs.
Nelson about that! At least the way Mrs. Nelson was taking care
of her did show one thing, that the principal really liked her
better then any of her other students.

When the woman put her left arm around her shoulders and pressed
her farther down into the cushions, Athena knew her principal was
just trying to comfort her favorite student in her time of need.
Athena was smiling at her when the reporter's face suddenly
drained of color.

"Shit!" Athena inadvertently blurted. Her eyes opened wide in
shock. Something was sliding into her! Sliding right into her
tight throbbing anus!

She struggled to get off the couch, but Mrs. Nelson kept the
distressed senior firmly planted on the slim dildo. The more
Athena struggled, the more the offending intruder sank deeper
between her trembling buttocks!

"Athena!" snapped Mrs. Nelson as she fought to kept the frantic
girl from leaving the couch. "Control yourself!"

"Oh! But I have to get up!" Athena wailed plaintively as the
intruder entered her defenseless anus even farther.

"Apologize to Mrs. Nelson at once, do you hear?" the editor
stormed. "I will not tolerate such rude behavior! Sit still
down and apologize, before I spank you right here in front of her
like the spoiled brat you are." 

Whimpering, Athena sank back onto the couch. Mrs. Nelson pressed
the sitting senior firmly down between the opening between the
two cushions, and Athena could only try to hold her tongue as the
dildo slid this time all the way inside of her hot, clutching
chamber.

"Ooooh," the reporter moaned helplessly as she felt the unknown
object penetrate deep within her. 

"Well?" demanded Mr. Merryweather. He had certainly had enough
of his star reporter's immature antics. He had been far too nice
to her, that was his mistake. She had taken this idea of
becoming a High School Queen much too literally, and now she had
become simply impossible. He hated the thought of pulling the
plug on this assignment on the very brink of its successful
completion, after all the time and expense they had put into it
already, but unless Miss Valentine could pull herself together
soon he would have no choice.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Nelson," the flushed Athena whispered, as
fantastic sensations coming from her anus washed over her. "I'm
just...ooohhh...a little nervous today."

"That's more like it," breathed Mr. Merryweather in relief.

"That's all right Athena," Mrs. Nelson told the girl primly. 
"Just make sure it doesn't happen again. You know it's against
the rules." 

The principal slipped her right hand under the tight jacket and,
as she squeezed the lovely girl's upper thigh, caused her to jump
again.

"Sit still!" the editor wearily ordered. He was tired of wasting
time with his jumping bean of a reporter, and wondered how he
could politely cut this terrible conference short and get the
hell back to the comfortable sanctuary of his small office once
again.

"Sorry," Athena squeaked weakly, as Mrs. Nelson's hand stayed
right where it was on her upper thigh. She couldn't say
anything. If she did, it might draw attention to the fact that
she was sitting between them without skirt or panties, and
horribly impaled on something! 

But that was the least of Athena's worries. The dildo was giving
her an strange but pleasant feeling as her anus began to relax
around it. It was quite unwanted, but the wonderful sensation
caused her nipples to grow instantly hard, and a warm feeling was
growing between her legs. But try as she might, she couldn't sit
still. With Mrs. Nelson's hand only a few inches from her
warming pussy and the dildo buried in her tight little ass, she
was getting turned on again. 

"Please, can I go? I don't want to miss my next class," Athena
begged, as she continued to squirm around on the couch under the
tight jacket, trying desperately to get out whatever was up her
ass. But the more she squirmed the more the insidious thing
would move inside her, and cause her to heat up all the more. 

"Athena sit still, you're acting like a child," the editor told
his squirming reporter. "What is wrong with the girl?" he
wondered. "She has been as jumpy as a cat ever since I first
came in. Probably strain from the assignment. Better give her a
week off before her next one, the poor kid."

Mrs. Nelson was chucking to herself, as she watched Athena
squirming around on the couch, trying to hide the fact that she
was naked from the waist down and fully impaled on the hidden
dildo (God bless you, Natalie!).

Knowing that Athena didn't want her guardian to find out what was
happening to her, the principal moved her hand higher, until she
had it resting right on Athena's smooth mound. She then started
up another innocent conversation with Athena's guardian.

All Athena noticed was that Mrs. Nelson's hand was no longer
squeezing her thigh. But now, along with something working
around inside her from below, she could swear something was now
resting right on her sex. Whatever it was, it was moving around
and brushing up against her swollen little clit. She wanted to
look, but she knew that all of her squirming had caused her
sweater to slide up and was now almost around her waist, leaving
her upper hips bare above the wrapped-around jacket. If she
moved any more, they might would both see her terribly
embarrassing problem.

"Please! I really have to go," Athena said desperately. It was
happening to her again. She was going to cum, and right here
with the principal and her editor sitting right beside her.

"Athena be quiet. I told you to sit still!" the editor snapped,
then went back to his conversation with the principal. Maybe he
had been treating his star reporter too easily all this time? 
Could that be the problem? Giving her everything she asked for,
almost without question? Okay, then. The girl's next assignment
will be very different, no more coddling!

Athena groaned and shifted her hips back in a last ditch effort
to become free of whatever was in her. But all she accomplished
was rubbing the on/off switch on the dildo to the 'on' position,
and now it started buzzing happily inside her.

She froze as Mr. Merryweather turned his head left and right. 
"Do you hear something?" he asked Mrs. Nelson.

"Such as...?" she replied, knowing full well what he washearing.

"Ooooooooooooh," moaned Athena helplessly as the strange buzzing
inside her drove her out of her mind!

"Quiet, Athena. I'm trying to listen," said Mr. Merryweather.

"What do you hear?" asked the amused principal.

"It's the oddest thing. Sort of a muffled, humming or buzzing
sound, but I can't quite place it."

"Probably static from our sound system. It does that."

"Of course. You were saying about the breakfast?"

"Please! I really need to leave," Athena begged. Her hips
wiggled and her toes curled in their expensive pumps as the
vibrator continued to do its insidious work deep within her.

"Athena, I will not tell you again. If you don't sit still and be
quiet, I'll...I'll take that expensive SUV of yours away from you
and you can ride the bus from now on. Do you understand?" the
editor said, now looking directly at his flushed reporter, but
was so angry at her for acting the spoiled brat that he never
noticed the sweat that was starting to form along her upper lip,
or the nipples, poking through the material of her sweater, that
were so hard they ached every time Athena breathed.

Mrs. Nelson's subtle toying continued, as she talked to Athena's
guardian. She now had three fingers inside the tight cunt,
helping the slim vibrator, slowly fucking the trembling senior.

"Oh, please don't cum," Athena whispered to herself. She knew
the feeling of someone playing with her clit wasn't true. The
only ones here were her editor, and the head of the school. 
There couldn't be anyone doing it. But the feeling was there,
and it was so overwhelming. The heat still continued to rise, as
whatever was vibrating inside her kept happily humming along,
driving her ever closer.

Just as Athena couldn't take it any longer and was about to
climax, the phone rang.

"I'll get that," Mrs. Nelson said, as she got up and went to
answer the phone. "Damn! Who could that be?" the principal
muttered under her breath as she picked up the receiver. What a
time to call!

"Thank God," Athena thought. With the pressure on her clit now
gone, the feeling of her needing to cum began to ease. Whatever
was humming in her ass wasn't enough to push her over the edge. 
It was just enough to keep her excited and breathing hard.

"Hello, Elizabeth Borden. This is Mrs. Nelson, may I help you? 
Yes, he is. May I tell him who's calling? Please wait a moment.
Mr. Merryweather, it's your office. They need to see to you
right away."

"Idiots! It figures. Please tell them I'll be there in a few
minutes."

"He say's he is on his way. Okay. Good-Bye." Mrs. Nelson hung
up the phone.

"I didn't know you were the editor at The Free Press," Mrs.
Nelson observed.

"Oh, yes. Been there for years." 

"A good friend of mine, Mrs. Farthingill says she knows you. You
once enrolled a niece of yours into her school for nannies, a
beautiful girl named Athena."

"Ah, yes. Just doing the kid a favor, you know."

"Didn't work out too well, I understand."

"No, there were some complications. Well, thank you for your
time, but I really must be going."

"Of course, Sir. Thank you so much for volunteering."

"What? Volunteering? Oh, yes. Of course. Any time. 'Bye,
Mrs. Nelson. 'Bye, Athena. Athena? Athena! Hello!"

He looked at his dazed reporter who clearly not paying the
slightest bit of attention to him. "Is she all right?" Mr.
Merryweather asked the principal.

"She's just a little preoccupied right now. Don't worry, I'll
see her through it."

"Thank you. I appreciate that. Kids! Brr! There must be an
easier way."

"If there is, I haven't heard about it. Must you really leave?"

"I'm sorry, but I do have to go. We must get together again to
discuss the fund raiser. And Athena, I'll be waiting at home to
talk to you about being so rude to Mrs. Nelson," he said, looking
at his squirming reporter. She looked so dazed, he wondered if
the girl heard anything. "And we'll also have a little talk
about that sweater of yours. It may seem all right to you, but
it's not something I want my only...er...ward running around in.
For God's sakes, you look like a cheap tramp."

Athena barely heard the words or saw her editor leave. Nor did
she see Mrs. Nelson lock the door to the office after Mr.
Merryweather had departed. Her head fell limply over the back of
the couch. The vibrator that was humming along in her bubbling
anus had so clouded her mind that she never even notice Mrs.
Nelson sit down beside her and take the jacket from around her
legs and hips, then throw it to the floor. 

"Cum for me, baby," the principal purred as her eager fingers
went back to work on Athena's hard little nub. "I knew you were
too good to be true. Cum for me, my little reporter."

She stopped for a moment to unfasten the pins holding together
the front of Athena's sweater. She slid it off of the girl's
smooth tanned shoulders and let it lay around her waist. 

After a brief, if through inspection of the glorious, high-set
swollen breasts, Mrs. Nelson began to suck on Athena's erect left
nipple. Her right hand went to work gently pulling and twisting
the right nipple, while her left hand returned to do it's magic
on Athena's upright clit!

This additional stimulation was the final straw, and, her nervous
system totally overwhelmed, Athena lost her mind! She could only
moan in absolute ecstasy as her defenseless body was assaulted by
the relentless expertise of Mrs. Nelson. Athena tried to stop
it, but with the thing vibrating inside of her and all the other
odd sensations that she was feeling it proved too much for her
and she came for the fourth or fifth time today! 

"AAHHH!" the defeated reporter screamed as her body tensed into
an stiff arc over the couch, her breasts shaking on her heaving
torso. 

Mrs. Nelson used the opportunity to use her left hand to work the
intruding vibrator into the madly pulsating anus from below while
never stopping her merciless teasing on the poor reporter's chest
and clitoris. 

Pushed beyond her ability to comprehend or endure, Athena
Valentine, 22-year old undercover reporter for The Free Press,
gave a breathless series of cries before collapsing into a limp
pile of sweaty, naked flesh.

She was completely oblivious as Mrs. Nelson lay her nude body
lengthwise on the couch. 

"I wonder what your friends would say if they knew?" asked Mrs.
Nelson softly as she tucked the girl's remaining clothes under
her arm.

****

When Athena's mind cleared, she found herself alone. She was
laying face-down on the couch. She could feel the couch's worn
fabric pressing on her sensitive flesh, while the room's ceiling
fan blew air gently over her bare back. Athena realized she was
naked once again and pounded the couch with her fists in despair.
She felt horribly guilty. It had happened to her again, this
time in front of Mrs. Nelson, the school's principal. She had
lost her clothes and then...and then...made a complete fool of
herself by losing control in front of the woman. If that wasn't
humiliating enough, it practically happened in front of her
editor, Mr. Merryweather as well. 

"Oh, no! Not again!" she wailed into the cushion. The Devereux
nightmare was starting again and there seemed nothing she could
do to prevent it. How could she finish her assignment, even this
close to the end, when at the slightest touch she erupted like a
volcano, not to mention constantly losing her clothes like a porn
star?

Athena sat up and stared down at her traitorous nude body. It
had never done this to her before, not since leaving the Devereux
family. Since then she had consciously tried to avoid anything
to do with sex, except for those few disgusting times when it was
necessary for her to reluctantly do certain things on dates so as
to maintain her social standing among her fellow students. Yet
her strange experience with the Devereux clan had ignited
something within her, some secret flame she had never known
existed within her before then. 

It was easy enough to keep her mind clear during the day, of
course, acting her perfect part as the elite high school senior
as research for her story on Elizabeth Borden High School. But
at night, during her secret moments, the flame was not so easy to
ignore, and it sometimes raged out of control. But even when she
masturbated, in the middle of the night in bed or in the shower,
when the dreams from her terrible experiences became overwhelming
and her poor body was dying for relief, it never felt as intense
as this. Her orgasms then were nothing more than a tiny
sensation that quickly died, leaving her feeling so empty and
alone, while the flame within her still flickered hungry and
unfulfilled. It was hardly worth the incredible guilt she always
carried the next day for being so weak!

But this was different. The climaxes she'd had lately felt like
she had lost a little of her soul each time. They were mind
numbing. She almost wished they had lasted forever. Ever now
her body was still a little on fire. Her breasts now felt
swollen, and her nipples still hard and tingly. They've never
felt so sensitive. And when she breathed, they would thrust
diamond-like into the cool air of the room, screaming at her to
touch them. 

Forgetting where she was for a moment, she stared down at her
lovely shaven sex. Only this morning she was embarrassed by the
sight of it. It looked more like a little girl's than a grown
woman's. "That's what I am, a grown woman," she said quietly. 
But now it looked so sexy to her she couldn't believe it. Athena
couldn't resist the urge to touch herself, so she quickly looked
up to make sure she was truly alone, then reached down and ran
her right index finger across where her lovely blonde hair used
to be, and shivered in pleasure. 

"Oh, God!" she moaned. "What am I doing?"

Athena tore her hand away from her sex as if it had been burned.
She started at her finger in amazement, as if she had never seen
it before. 

"What's the matter with me?" she wailed. "Why is this happening
now?"

For once it had been the perfect assignment for her. Her natural
abilities and perfect looks made her easily the top senior of the
school, and the only logical choice for her ultimate goal of Prom
Queen. And she had done everything so well! She had easily and
ruthlessly crushed any opposition she might have encountered, any
potential rivals, until she was alone at the top of the social
ladder and reined supreme at Elizabeth Borden! It was her school
now, oh yes it was, to do with as she pleased. Until now.

She was so close to the end of her assignment it hurt to think
that anything would ruin her well-deserved final victory. She
had to put this bizarre preoccupation with sex out of her mind. 
She was not some brainless fuck-toy after all, existing only for
sex, she was a trained professional on an assignment crucial to
her career as an investigative reporter.

She looked at her perfect nude body in horror. The flame burned
brighter then ever even now, hungry and insatiable, but she had
to fight it! She had to get dressed, and become in control of
things once again! It was still her school, damn it, and no one
was going to take it from her, especially over something as silly
as sex!

She jumped up and then, on unsteady legs, began a frantic search
for the tattered remains of her once beautiful clothes, but she
soon discovered to her horror that everything was gone! Even the
jacket which Mrs. Nelson had covered her with was not to be
found. Athena knew she couldn't stay like this! Her worst class
was the next period and she had to find her clothes now! 
Besides, someone could walk in at any moment!

Athena went over to a small closet in one corner of the office. 
There in a box was the school's Lost-and-Found, where items that
were found or confiscated around the school were kept until their
owners came for them. Maybe she could find something that she
could wear in it. 

She fumbled madly through the box. Most of the things she found
were worthless to her: sunglasses, a boy's shoe, a hideous coat,
a box of rubbers. "Come on, come on," she begged desperately. 
"There just has to be something!" 

Then she found something she could actually use. It was a hot
pink string bikini that had been taken from a girl in swim class
when the new dress code had gone into effect and everyone had to
wear the same sensible single-piece swimsuit that Athena had
personally selected. 

"No, I'm not wearing this," she said to herself as she threw it
on the 'NO' pile. But quickly the box was empty, and the only
things she found to wear was the bikini and a short, rather worn
terrycloth robe. There were not even a pair of shoes she could
use.

"It's not fair!" Athena yelled. 

She couldn't even have someone bring her gym clothes, because
they were gone too! Then she remembered! She had some things in
her SUV, but there was no time or way to get them. Mrs. Bohon's
class was now!

She held up the distasteful swimwear. "Too small, too small,"
she muttered. To go to Mrs. Bohon's class dressed like this was
clearly impossible, let alone to continue hiding in the
administration office. But what else could she do?

"Okay," said Athena as she slipped into the bikini. "Here's what
we'll do. I'll have that bitch Bohon meet with me out in the
hall, and then I'll just tell her that I had a little accident
with the shredder. She'll have to let me get some real clothes
then."

She put on the robe and tied the sash very tightly. The pink
material was clearly visible underneath the thin terrycloth and
she was aware that her perfect body was bursting out of the too
small swimsuit. Even the robe was too short, as it came to just
two inches below her lovely behind. 

The outfit would have been fine for the beach. But this wasn't
the beach. It was a high school with a (thanks to her) very
strict dress code.

"Oh, God!" Athena sobbed as she looked down at her perfectly
painted toes on her bare feet. With this outfit she might as
well be wearing a sign that said "Bimbo! Made for Sex!"

If she went to class this way, Mrs. Bohon would certainly
humiliate her in front of everyone. That's why it was crucial to
meet with her in the hall. Yet Athena had no choice but to wear
it and meet with the woman. It was getting later by the minute.
The bell beginning the next period had already rung. She was
already in trouble, and if she were any later getting to class,
Mrs. Bohon could choose to expel her. And that would, most
certainly, cost her rightful place as Prom Queen. There was no
way to avoid it, she had to talk with Bohon.

"Athena, you'd better get to class, you're already late," Mrs.
Nelson told her while standing right next to her. "I'll watch
the office until the next girl arrives."

"AH!" Athena shouted in surprise as she almost jumped through the
ceiling.

"I'm sorry," the principal apologized. She wrapped a comforting
arm around Athena's narrow waist. 

"That's all right," the frazzled reporter muttered as the
principal pulled her tightly against her. Athena was so worried
about how long the principal had been standing there before she
had finally said something, that she did not notice how her sash
had become undone. 

"You're trembling!" Mrs. Nelson said as she opened the front of
Athena's robe. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you."

She turned the shaking reporter around and put her hands inside
the robe around the bare slim waist, savoring the feel of
Athena's warm succulent flesh. She looked deeply into the blue
eyes before her and happily noted that they were filled with
confusion.

"What's wrong, honey?" Mrs. Nelson asked as she delicately traced
the low waistband of the bikini bottoms. When she reached the
front, she ever so lightly began pulling up on the tight
material. "You seem a little troubled today."

Athena shuddered even more, remembering what had just happened on
the couch, her demanding pussy still tingling. Thank God she was
at least dressed now. 

"What's wrong? You can tell me."

Athena suddenly placed her arms around Mrs. Nelson and held on to
her tightly. In spite of that, she still shook so much her teeth
chattered.

"It's all going wrong!" the distraught reported sobbed. 
"Everything!"

"Why do you say that?" Mrs. Nelson murmured sympathetically as
she lowered the girls arms and pulled the opened robe off of the
crying reporter's shoulders. It fell to the floor and lay around
her bare feet. 

"Why...why did you do that?" Athena said she tried to choke back
her sobs. She instinctively crossed her chest with her arms.

"Just checking your ties. They seem a little loose."

"Oh. Thank you," Athena sobbed as she lowered her arms again. 
"But you see? That's exactly what's been happening to me all
day! Something is always going wrong with my clothes. They
either don't fit right or I keep loosing them!"

Mrs. Nelson untied the secure knot behind the girl's neck and
replaced it with a much looser bow. At the slightest tug, it
would become undone, and, hopefully, so would the proud reporter.
Working deliberately, the principal moved her way down the
girl's string bikini, redoing all of the ties in the same way
while an oblivious Athena continued to expound on how unfair her
day had become.

"My clothes! My so-called friends! Everything! It's all become
such a mess. No one likes me except some stupid underclassman
and you! No one! The whole day has been one disaster after
another!"

"Who likes you, dear?"

"Paige. Silly little Paige. Can you believe it! She's the only
one around here who cares about me. I'm sure you've seen her. 
She always hangs around with her friends, a group called The
Three Amigos."

"Oh, yes. I know her. And no one else?"

"No! Not even Tara, or her stuck up friends! You would think at
least the seniors would like me, wouldn't you?"

"Sure, honey. So what did happen to your clothes?" 

"I...I had a couple of...accidents. This was all that was left
in the Lost-and-Found box."

"You look very nice."

"But I'll be expelled for sure if I have to go around like this!!
I don't even have any shoes! Can I please be excused for the
rest of the day? Can I?? Please???"

"No, sorry. You've been excused so much already, you would be up
before the academic review board if you miss any more classes. 
Besides, if I let you off for some trifling matter, then I must
let everyone go. You do understand?"

"Trifling! Oh, no! I...I understand, but I don't care! This is
terrible! I hate being exposed like this. I feel so...so
vulnerable! Mrs. Nelson, I can't go out there like this! I just
can't! You don't know what they might say or...or even...do...to
me. Nobody likes me!"

"Don't be foolish. This is a public school after all, not
someone's basement. Now what could possible happen? Aren't you
the one who's always telling me how much smarter and more mature
you are than anyone else at this school, including most of the
teachers? Of course, if you don't want to qualify for this
year's prom queen selection I could send you..."

"No! Not that! Anything but that! I've worked so hard and had
to go through so much..."

"What did you say?"

"I mean, of course I want to win. Okay, okay. I'll do it. Oh,
God. I'll go. I'll (gulp!) go to class."

"All your classes and not just Mrs. Bohon's? And no ducking out
or changing before then?" reminded Mrs. Nelson.

"Yes, okay, all of them. But why can't I change with...? Oh,
never mind. No one here knows how to dress anyway. I'd better
go," Athena answered, not even looking at Mrs. Nelson as she
picked up her poor excuse for a robe from the floor. Shyly
facing away from principal, she turned and slipped it on. Before
she could tie the sash however, Mrs. Nelson reached around and
slowly did it for the surprised girl.

"There. You're all set."

"T-thank you."

"You're welcome. Now off you go."

Mrs. Nelson chucked to herself as she watched the delectable
Athena Valentine, girl reporter, unlock the door and scurry from
the room, her bare feet slapping softly on the tiled floor.

"Oh, baby. Are you going to have a good day!"

* * * *




* * * *

As she padded on her bare feet down the nearly empty hall, Athena
Valentine strove to pretend that her semi-nude state at a public
high school was a perfectly normal state of affairs. She coolly
ignored the looks of surprise and rude comments she received from
the few students remaining in the halls. As she passed
classrooms which still had their doors open, she heard the
eruption of wild male shouting and what sounded like a stampede
of students rushing for the doors, before their surprised teacher
was able to gain control of the class once again. She smiled
grimly to herself whenever such things happened. "Guys were such
pigs," she observed even the school's adult hall monitors stared
open-mouthed in silent disbelief as they watched her passing.

But no matter what happened, she was determined to remained
outwardly calm. Carriage erect and shoulders back, she walked
proudly through the halls. This was still her school, her
attitude seemed to say, and she could do whatever she wanted
here. 

Although outwardly calm, deep inside Athena was frantically
searching for a way out of this terrible dilemma. She simply
could not finish the day dressed (ha!) in a tiny pink bikini and
a short beach robe. Normally, she was the best dressed person
here, and now she was the least! What could she do?

If only she didn't feel so sexy and...and vulnerable. It was so
disturbing. How could she concentrate on anything when the just
the slight movement of her breasts in the inadequate bikini top
was causing chills to go up and down her spine? And as her bare
thighs rubbed together! Oh, my! A fantastic warmth existed
between her legs. Her sex simmered on and on, refusing to quiet
down. Athena wondered if she was losing control of her body
again, and, considering the terrible things that always seemed to
happened to her the last time her body developed a mind of its
own, it scared her. Still, in spite of her fear at the possible
consequences, her over-active body was all she could think about.
Athena had never felt so confused. It was as if her normally
sharp mind was enveloped in a thick fog. No matter that there
was so much for her still to do today, all she really wanted was
someone to...to help relieve her of this terrible pressure that
was growing inside her. The thought of how that crazy, wonderful
Paige kissed her between her legs in the shower was fresh in her
mind. Regardless of all that had happened to her so far on this
very strange day, it was that simple act of...of friendship which
caused her to feel all warm inside. Athena felt terrible,
because all she wanted at this moment was for the young girl to
continue her earlier strange action until she melted into a
puddle of pure bliss. 

"Wait a second," she thought. "What's going on here?" Here she
was, racing semi-naked to class down the wide, empty hall and all
she could really think about was for a girl, practically a child,
to perform an unnatural act on her. How crazy was that? 

But she was not some over-sexed, confused teen who was unsure of
her sexuality. Athena was certain she was not one of those women
who...who prefer other women, just because she could not stand
guys (the animals!). Of course she was straight! To ensure that
it was true, Athena said it softly aloud, "I'm...I'm straight,"
but even to her ears her voice lacked conviction. As tears began
to form in her eyes, Athena whispered to herself, "I'm straight.
Oh, God, I'm straight."

She shook her head it dismay. Now was not the time to get into
some weird, emotional nosedive. She had to find a way to clear
her head! There were so many more important things to worry
about. She was a responsible adult, a professional reporter here
on an assignment vital to her aspiring career as an undercover
investigator, and nothing must interfere with that. She had to
find something else to wear, something somewhere which gave her a
little more protection, even if only from herself. Even her
sweaty gym clothes would be far more preferable to being seen
semi-naked like this. That is, they would have been if she had
stupidly not lost those as well.

Athena realized quite well that if she went into class like this,
she'd be utterly humiliated. She checked the clock on the hall
wall. Oh, no! Class had been going on for 15 minutes and she
still had not checked in with Bohon yet! 

Several halls later, Athena stood outside of her American History
class. Taking a deep calming breath, she opened the door just
enough to see through the crack. Mrs. Bohon was walking around
the class as usual, talking about post-Revolution life in
America. A half-podium had been placed on an unused desk in the
front for those giving today's reports, and a slide projector was
present in the back of the room. 

"Darn that woman," Athena muttered under her breath. "At least
she could stay near the front of the class like everyone else." 
Now she would have to try and discretely attract the teacher's
attention from across the room.

Gathering her courage, Athena opened the door a little wider and
inserted her face through the narrow opening. "Hisst," she said
softly. "Hisssst."

A few students in the front turned in her direction, but Mrs.
Bohon continued her exposition. Athena couldn't believe it. The
stupid woman must not have heard her.

"Hisssssst!" Athena repeated, a bit more loudly this time. More
students turned towards the increasingly frustrated reporter. 

"My God!," she thought. "Is the stupid woman deaf?"

Athena stamped her right foot in anger, and tried again.

"HISS! HISS!" she repeated more loudly this time.

By now the entire class was staring at her, everyone that was
except for Mrs. Bohon. Athena began looking for something to
throw at her. "Perhaps an eraser on the forehead would do the
trick, the stupid cow," she thought. Finally she noticed that
the room had grown quiet. She looked up and saw that Mrs. Bohon
had finally stopped talking.

The teacher sighed heavily, then said, "All right. Has the
radiator sprung another leak, or is someone trying to attract my
attention?"

"Yes! Duh!" said a thoroughly exasperated Athena in the doorway.


The teacher finally turned to look at her. "Ah, Miss Valentine.
Late as usual."

"I need to speak with you."

Mrs. Bohon motioned for Athena to come towards her, but Athena
shook her head from side to side in refusal.

"In private!" the reporter said imperiously. Didn't that silly
woman know who really was in charge around here? Every male in
the school died each time she simply looked sloe-eyed at them. 
Even the school's principal, a woman, cared for her enough to
take time from her busy schedule just to be with her.

"Miss Valentine. You may either stay in the hall and take your
'F' for the course, or you can come in, take your seat, and join
the rest of us. The choice is yours, but make it now. I'm
busy."

"Damn," muttered Athena. This wasn't working out at all. She
opened the door completely, entered the room, and closed the door
loudly behind her.

A gasp of surprise went up from the students as she made her way
slowly to her seat. Athena was not going to rush for anyone! 
Coolly looking about the room, she saw that the class was full
for a change. "That's just great!" she thought bitterly. "Today
they all show up!"

When she reached her seat, she sat, being careful that her worn
robe covered her bare legs as much as possible, which, she
noticed unhappily, wasn't very much at all. 

Athena stared straight in front of her, and as usual pretended
the rest of her classmates did not exist.

"Care to tell us about it, Miss Valentine?"

"Nothing to tell," Athena replied haughtily. Who did this woman
think she was, anyway, making fun of her like this?

"We're waiting," Mrs. Bohon said patiently. She would get this
haughty young bitch if it was the last thing she ever did.

"Well, the...the school's Movie Club is planning on showing
the...the old "Beach Party" movies in the auditorium during
lunch, and they of course asked me to...help them organize
and...and to advertise the event."

"I see," Mrs. Bohon said doubtfully, as the class snickered.

This was one of Athena's bad classes, an all-girl class intended
for freshman and sophomores. In fact, this course was made up
mainly of the younger girls who were also part of her disastrous
gym class. The more they giggled and laughed, the more agitated
Athena became.

"It's true!" cried Athena, hurt at being treated this way, even
if it was one of her more outrageous lies. In most of her other
classes, everything she said was taken automatically as the
truth. But not here, never here! Damn that Bohon! Always
laughing at her, bossing her around in front of the other
students as if she wasn't special at all.

And now the woman was practically calling her a liar, and in
front of these children, too. The fact that she was lying
mattered to Athena not at all. In her confused mind, it became a
point of principle that she was not automatically believed and,
as a result, all of her other worries were for the moment
forgotten.

Trying hard not to lose her temper, Athena got up from her seat
and tried to explain it all again to the skeptical Mrs. Bohon. 
She became so involved in her story that she did not notice a
slim hand reach out and pull on the fastening of her sash. The
sash opened and, because Mrs. Nelson had earlier pulled the sash
free of the retaining loops before refastening it, the cloth belt
fell silently to the floor, where it was quickly picked up by
another feminine hand and whisked away to be hidden in a
convenient backpack.

The robe fell open and Mrs. Bohon's right eyebrow raised
slightly. The girls who were with Athena in gym that morning
nudged their disbelieving friends. "See," they said. "What did
we tell you about that stuck-up bitch Valentine? As soon as the
teacher left, she stripped in the middle of the gym and did
herself in center court! Right in front of the entire class!!"

As her carefully orchestrated life seemed to be once again
spinning out of control, Athena tried again to show them all who
they were dealing with. In a characteristic gesture, she placed
her hands on her hips and began to scold the class for not
believing her. It was a look she had practiced in front of a
mirror many times at home while wearing one of her beautiful
suits. Her hands would sweep an open jacket back dramatically as
they turned into determined fists resting on her shapely hips. 
She believed that this look gave her an air of authority and
power, while at the same time served to distract any males (the
pigs) with her perfect body. It was a look that never failed her
at Elizabeth Borden.

Until now. 

It her confusion and anger, Athena forgot that she was not
wearing a regular suit at all, but was instead wearing a small,
ratty sashless-robe over a much too-tiny pink bikini. The quiet
gasps of surprise and awe that Athena heard were not, as she
thought with satisfaction, the class reacting to her arguments. 
The sounds were actually the students reacting to the exposure of
that fantastic tanned body! The stuck-up, very proper Miss
Athena Valentine was once again deliberately showing herself!

Oblivious in her righteous anger, her golden breasts quivered
deliciously as they bulged above the tiny pink triangles of the
suit's top.

As Athena, unaware of the display she was making of herself,
continued her sexy tirade. She moved in front of a thin girl
with thick glasses who was staring, fascinated at the pink bikini
bottom's large floppy bows at each side of Athena's shapely hips.
The girl was known as Susie the Bookworm, and she remembered
her last sight of the senior, laying naked on the gym floor with
the Three Amigos standing victorious over her. Much later, when
she had gotten up her courage and asked one of the Amigo's if the
senior was all right, the Amigo had told her that they played
these games with the 'famous' Athena Valentine all the time. 
Susie was shocked to hear that, but did not for a moment accept
what she had heard as being true, until now. The senior's
shameless exposure and the other girls' knowing expressions at
Athena's actions certainly confirmed what she had been told. The
girl couldn't believe how fooled she had been by the senior. She
had wasted her sympathy on this cruel yet astonishingly beautiful
slut. 

"So, she really does like to show off, doesn't she?" thought the
very shy and proper Susie. She couldn't believe she was even
thinking about doing something to the beautiful senior, but the
thought of seeing Athena naked again in an embarrassing situation
intrigued the quiet Susie more then she realized. "She might not
even notice if I'm careful!" Susie thought excitedly.

Slowly she reached out, her hand trembling in anticipation, but
stopped just before reaching the bow. "I can't!" a confused
Susie thought. "This isn't right at all!" 

Athena shifted her stance and unknowingly moved her barely
covered ass so that it was directly in front of the shocked
Susie's face. "The slut's trying to humiliate me!" Susie thought
to herself. "And all this time I've been feeling sorry forher!"

In her anger, the girl reached out and pulled the exposed bow
string over Athena's left hip, then held her breath and hoped
nervously that Little Miss Prick Tease would not notice.

The bow fell apart easily, but the fastening still held. Susie
couldn't believe Athena did not notice! But quick as a cat, when
Athena turned to walk up the aisle, Susie pulled on the other
bow. Although it also easily unraveled, the strings still
somehow held together.

"That Athena has all the luck," Susie the Bookworm thought
bitterly.

Mrs. Bohon's eyes lit up when she saw how loosely Athena's
bottoms were fastened, and decided that it was time to have a
little fun with the superior Miss Valentine. She had heard the
student's talking excitedly about what happened with Athena at
gym, but the teacher just thought it was gossip. Girls being
girls, that's all it was. But, after watching the delectable
Athena Valentine put herself so much on deliberate display,
perhaps she was wrong to dismiss the tale so out-of-hand. 
Besides, it was time to give this stuck-up reporter something to
really write about!

Mrs. Bohon help up her right hand. "Enough, Miss Valentine. I
think since you're so eager to give us all a lecture, you can be
the next one to give your report."

"But, Mrs. Bohon!" Athena howled in protest. She panicked,
knowing her report was lost under the bleachers.

The entire class just sat and giggled. They could hardly wait to
see if the school's queen would humiliate herself again. 

"What's wrong? Isn't your report done? You know what will
happen to you if it isn't, don't you?"

Athena was flooded with vivid memories of herself being stuck and
dropping her report at the gym this morning. She thought about
telling Mrs. Bohon that she had really lost it under the
bleachers, but then she'd want to know how it happened, and
Athena could never tell anyone about that! 

"Yes, ma'am, I know," Athena said weakly. "I'm ready."

"Good. Get your things ready, and would you get the lights,
please?" Mrs. Bohon asked.

"Can't you have someone else do it," Athena whined.

"Miss Valentine, the world does not revolve around you, so I
suggest if you would like to join us and pass this class you WILL
get the lights," Mrs. Bohon snapped at the pretty senior. "But
don't worry, I'll get the projector for you."

Athena had looked at the report only once, and didn't understand
any of it. The old Athena Valentine, proud student, would have
done it with ease, but the new, improved Athena Valentine had no
time for such trivial pursuits such as studying and reading. Now
she had to give a report, and sound confident while doing so, as
if she was reading it. She comforted herself with the though
that at least there were the slides that Mrs. Bohon said she
would provide. She would just look at them, and between what
she'd read in the past, and the slides, she should be able to
fool anyone, especially this crowd of idiot children.

"Oh, and would you please cover yourself. We all know how pretty
you are." 

The whole class burst into laughter as Athena just stood numbly
for a moment. She looked down and for the first time noticed how
open her robe had become.

"Eeeek!" she screamed as she scrambled to close the robe and
retie the cloth belt. But to her consternation the belt was
gone!

Holding the robe tightly closed with both hands, she started
frantically looking around the floor for the missing belt, but
was stopped abruptly by Mrs. Bohon's sharp, "Athena!"

Athena sheepishly looked at her teacher. "What could have
happened to my belt?" she wondered in dismay.

"Get dressed later," commanded Mrs. Bohon. "Do the lights and
your report. Now."

Athena swallowed hard as she walked up the aisle and over to the
light switches by the door. She turned off the lights, and the
projector in the back immediately started up. 

"Anytime," said Mrs. Bohon from the back.

"Yes, yes," Athena muttered nervously as she started towards the
half-podium. It was during her second step that she felt her
bikini bottoms fall away from her hips.

"AH!" she cried and stopped, as her bikini bottom was caught,
dangling between her thighs.

"Let's go, up there!" boomed Mrs. Bohon.

"Ohhh! But my...my...ooohhh!" Athena whimpered. She clamped her
legs together, terrified of completely losing her swimsuit
bottom in front of the entire class. She could not understand
how the knots had gotten loose, after having tied them so
tightly!

"That's it! Okay, who's next?" asked Bohon.

"No! Wait!" Athena cried and shuffled quickly to the podium,
knees pressed desperately together. She looked as if she needed
to use the girl's lavatory very badly. This was terrible! She
couldn't give a speech like this!

Her strange walk was quickly noticed as a wave of laughter
rippled throughout the class. Athena, her face burning with
embarrassment, knew she looked ridiculous, but she had to keep
her bottoms from falling.

"Damn, why now?" she grumbled under her breath as she made her
way slowly to the podium. This was not the time for one of her
clothes-losing accidents. She certainly did not want to reach
down and retie her suit, not in front of everyone. She continued
her ungainly half-shuffle, half-waddle towards the podium and
prayed that for once her luck would hold and she would not lose
the tiny pink triangle hiding her precious sex.

But luck was not on Athena's side today!

As she neared the podium, Athena sneezed. That's all it took. 
Helpless, she felt her bottoms slowly fall from between her legs
and onto the floor. "Damn! At least it's dark, and no one
should notice, especially with me behind the podium," she
thought. "I can always snatch them up sometime during the
presentation."

Heart pounding, she stood behind the protective half-podium. It
rose to just below her chest, but with her robe the lack of
height didn't really matter. She was still covered in spite of
everything and that was all that mattered at the moment. But it
affected her in ways she did not understand, being so exposed in
front of everyone. The air on her bare mound and hips was making
her head spin! She felt so vulnerable under the short robe! Yet
she really did not have to worry, she told herself. She was
completely protected in front of the class, still covered where
she needed to be. 

It was kind of sexy in fact, being up here like this in front of
everyone, especially her nemesis Bohon. Her mouth dry, Athena
deliberately put trembling hands on the sides of the podium and,
with nothing to hold it closed, her robe opened slightly. "That
will show them!" she thought in delirious triumph. The Superior
Woman is still in charge!

It showed them more then she realized. The desks in that room
were only writing platforms with attached seats, and were
completely opened underneath. Her shaved pussy was now totally
exposed in the half-shadows thrown by the desktop and the
projector, a fact that was quickly noticed by the students in the
front of the room. 

The class gasped when the projector in the back of the room came
on. The light from the lamp caused the unknowing Athena to be
illuminated from the waist down! It showed everything! They
could see her sculptured tanned legs and those sexy hips. But
what most couldn't take their eyes off was the senior's bare
pussy, a tiny patch of smooth white flesh with the hidden crease
running down the center.

Athena wondered about the sudden mass movement of everyone to the
center rows, but decided they were just getting into a good spot
to listen to her better. She was after all the best speaker in
the class, if not the school!

"All right, Athena, you may begin," Mrs. Bohon said with an oddly
choked voice. 

The teacher had noticed what that silly stuck-up bitch had done
and, being alone in the back of the darkened classroom, it took
all of her self-control not to start touching herself. That damn
Athena was so hot! Mrs. Bohon didn't blame her students a bit
for finding a better seat to watch the high-and-mighty Miss
Valentine make a sexy fool of herself. It also didn't help her
self-control any after being told by Principal Nelson that the
girl was really a reporter who should be given some special
experiences with which to illuminate her story! 

"Oh, baby," Mrs. Bohon said softly. "What experiences I'm going
to give you!"

Bohon saw that one girl, Patty, who the principal had also talked
to, must have had a similar idea about new experiences, because
in the confusion of the students finding new seats, the girl had
snuck behind the totally oblivious reporter and was now sitting
on the floor directly behind her! 

*****

Seated on the floor, Patty Kelly hid in the shadows and waited
patiently for Athena and the rest of the class to settle in. 
Earlier, when the class had all moved to the center rows, she had
quietly slid off her chair and crawled along on all fours until
she was directly behind the regal Miss Valentine. 

Now she had the stunning reporter all to herself, and Patty
hardly knew where to begin. Patty knew herself to be straight,
of course, yet when Mrs. Nelson whispered to her the astonishing
news about Athena Valentine and what the she wanted done to her,
Patty couldn't help but to start quivering with excitement! 

Unable to wait any longer, Patty lifted up the back of Athena's
short robe and stared fascinated at Athena's beautiful bare
half-moons. "Oh, my. They are nice," she breathed.

****

Athena waited for the first slide to come up. "The War of 1812
was between the United States and Great Britain," she said in her
best lecture-to-idiots manner.

What was she so worried about? This was going to be so easy! 
All she had to do was wait for the next picture to show and then
say a few things about it. Athena was surprised she remembered
as much as she did about a report she had put together at the
last minute.

"A-as you c-can see...," Athena told them, as she tried to calm
herself. Something had just brushed up against her bare leg.

"Is everything all right, Athena?" Mrs. Bohon asked.

"Yes, sorry. I'm j-just a little n-nervous," Athena answered as
something brushed against her again. Quickly she looked down,
but after staring directly into the projector's lamp she couldn't
see a thing in the shadows below her. If it happened again,
she'd be ready for it this time. It was probably just a fly
crawling on her leg. But, God, how she hated small things
crawling on her.

Patty ran her hands lightly higher and higher up the bare legs. 
Not hard or fast enough to make Athena jump, but certainly
noticeable enough to make Athena start to squirm behind the
little podium. 

Everyone watched Athena shake her hips, but they all assumed that
once again the haughty senior was acting the slut. Patty's
actions remained concealed in the darkness.

Athena tried to concentrate on the slides and giving her report.
But now there were two flies running around on the insides of her
thighs. She tried to brush the damn things away but the minute
she brought her hand up they would return, and crawl a little
higher.

"Now in this slide we can see General Patton . . . " 

"Athena?"

"Yes?"

"I don't think General Patton was in the war of 1812, do you?" 
Mrs. Bohon said sarcastically. 

To Athena's chagrin the whole room giggled and laughed.

"No ma'am. I meant to say General Jackson." God, why did she
say something that stupid? Those damn flies were driving her
crazy. Athena reached down again and tried to brush them away. 
"Damn!" she muttered. It felt like a fly had landed right on her
slit!

The class watched Athena's hands go up and down on her thighs,
and even brush the area of her shaven slit. "Was it going to
happen again," they wondered. "Was the fabulous Athena Valentine
going to play with herself while they were all watching?"

Patty used Athena's movement to reach up and grab the sides of
Athena's robe. She pulled it open, baring all of Athena's
shapely front. Only the distracted reporter's breasts were still
covered by the two triangles of her pink bikini top gleaming in
the light of the projector. The way the pink material of the
bikini top reflected the light, Athena's lovely high-set mounds
lit up like a double-beamed lighthouse! You could almost hear a
collective "Wow!" being sighed by the mesmerized class.

Athena was having more and more trouble concentrating. She
wiggled her ass, and shook one leg and then the other in trying
to keep the damn flies off her legs. She was almost dancing as
she tried to keep those nasty bugs off of her, completely unaware
of the display her now jiggling breasts were giving to the
delighted Mrs. Bohon and her classmates. Not to mention the show
she was giving everyone down below! Athena wiggled her hips this
way and that, but the flies would just land some place else. It
was maddening!

The students couldn't decide which part of Athena's impromptu
belly-dance they liked more, the way her fantastic tits were
shaking and threatening to jump right out of the tiny pink top,
or the yummy show her wiggling bottom half was producing.

Patty had watched from behind as the senior loosened her robe. 
She was been having a wonderful time exploring the Athena's
perfect body, making the stuck-up bitch squirm, but it was time
to really humiliate the reporter. She bunched the thread-bare
terry-cloth in both fists and made a sharp pull down!

Suddenly, Athena's precious robe fell off of her shoulders and
slid down around her arms! "EEK!!" Athena screamed in shock at
her sudden exposure. Panicking, she let go of the podium and
tried to cover herself, but since the decent of the robe was only
stopped by her extended arms, as soon as Athena let go of the
podium the robe would fall to the floor!

"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she thought frantically as she clung to the
small podium. "They'll see me! They'll see me! How could I be
so stupid as to pull it off? It's not fair! I just wanted to
open it a little, that's all! Now how can I get it without
showing myself?" 

"Okay, Miss Valentine," Mrs. Bohon said huskily. "You're not
finished yet."

"W-what?" Athena gasped as she stiffly stretched to the side for
her robe. 

"I said stand up and finish your report."

"But my...my...!"

"Finish it!"

"But this...this isn't fair!" a teary-eyed Athena protested as
she stood straight behind the half-podium. "I'm not
even...even..." But Bohon wouldn't even let her try to explain
the bizarre situation of suddenly being half-naked!

"Even what? I'm tired of you, Athena. Like a spoiled brat,
you've been having tantrums and pouting about not getting your
way ever since you came here. It's time you grew up."

Stung, Athena wiped the tears from her eyes. No stupid teacher,
especially Bohon, would tell Athena Valentine that she was
immature!

"Well? What have you to say? What's your big problem this
time?"

"N-nothing. Nothing's wrong. Never mind," Athena muttered
softly. Under her breath, Athena added, "Bitch."

Athena realized she was trapped! Tormented by flies, she was
trapped half-naked in front of a class full of children and a
teacher, all of whom hated her out of pure jealousy. 

At least she had the robe around her elbows. Once the slides
started again, she would just pull her robe back up while the
class watched the screen.

But Patty had other ideas. She couldn't help but do it. Those
twin half-moons were just too sexy to leave covered. She took
one finger and ran it lightly between Athena's lovely ass cheeks.
As she went from the sexy top to the sexy bottom, Athena's
cheeks twitched. The distracted reporter brought her hands down
to brush another of those damn flies away. Patty used the
opportunity to pull the robe completely off of Athena's arms. 
Before the reporter knew it, the robe had slid off her hips and
onto the floor.

"No!" a shocked Athena gasped.

"What now, Miss Valentine?"

"I...it's...my..." Athena cried. She looked down in panic but
before she had a chance to find it, Patty had already scooped it
up and tossed it to her empty desk.

"Nothing," Athena muttered. "Well, at least it can't get any
worse," she thought, but it did.

"This is awesome," Patty thought. "Just awesome!" She almost
had Athena Valentine totally naked. In a short time she almost
had her! It seemed easier that what she heard had happened in
the gym. "She really is a slut!"

Athena knew she was trapped. Her only out was to explain what
had happened to her clothes (as if she knew), but she couldn't do
it! Not now, not ever. She could not let the entire class know
about her ridiculous predicament, of how she had lost her clothes
yet again. It was too humiliating! She was Athena Valentine,
the Superior Woman. She would rather die first then let these
children or Bohon laugh at her any more.

But as she tried to return to her report, her mind refused to
function. Now, not only was she half-naked in front of a room
full of children, the nasty flies crawling on her bare skin were
really driving her crazy! The creepy things were all over her
naked hips and legs, and none of her shaking and twitching
helped. In fact it just seemed to encourage them even more!

"Athena, is there a problem? You seem a little nervous. Are you
going to finish or not?"

"N-no, I'm f-f-fine," a frantic Athena replied. "I'm...I'm just,
ah, waiting for the next slide."

Oh God! The flies! The flies! The flies were very busy on her
exposed flesh. There were two groups of the insects now. One
group was taking delight walking over her bare pussy mound, the
second was dancing over her firm buttocks. Her flesh trembled
uncontrollably under their touch but there was nothing she could
do to stop them. 

It wasn't just their touch the bothered her, it was how they were
touching her. Athena was finding herself becoming strangely
excited. Being almost undressed in front of the class while
being helplessly teased by flies was causing her body to react
outrageously. In spite of the natural revulsion of her perfect
body being touched by the terrible insects, their constant and
rather intimate touches were driving Athena Valentine out of her
mind! It was like they knew exactly where to crawl and land. 
They would crawl up her ass crack, then turn and retrace their
steps. It was happening to her exposed sex as well. Up and
down, up and down, the touching of her privates, of her most
intimate places never stopped. It was totally maddening! She
was having a harder and harder time staying still, let alone
trying to concentrate. She had given up trying to shoe them
away, because when ever she did that they only came back even
more frisky them before.

Athena slowly shook her head in a hopeless effort to clear it. 
The report! She had to finish the report! She was determined to
ignore the stupid flies, ignore everything in fact and finish
this report from Hell if it was the last thing she ever did.

Patty slowly ran her fingers along the inside of Athena's left
thigh. With her free hand she gently squeezed the tight cheek of
the left buttock between her fingers. 

"Now...now in this n-next slide you can see the...Oh!...the
Japanese..."

"Athena, There were no Japanese in the War of 1812. Are you sure
you wrote a report at all?" 

"Yes, of c-course I-I did," Athena said. She almost screamed
when it felt like someone had squeezed her ass. Oh God! Flies
have pincers?!?! She wanted to look down, but knew if she did
she would see nothing but hideous insects, and if she actually
saw them crawling over her precious body, she would certainly go
mad and really would start screaming! 

"Then, pray continue, Miss Valentine."

Athena tried to watch the slides and describe them, but it was
impossible. The flies were gaining substance. The were becoming
larger, almost like hands! Athena knew it was impossible, but
the flies now felt like hands moving over her heated flesh,
touching and teasing her secret places. She was mad! It was her
over-wrought mind, playing tricks on her again. If only she had
one of her pills!

"I'm alone! I'm alone!" she thought desperately as the strange
sensations continued. "It's only flies, God damn it!"

But then why did she suddenly feel such a desperate need to cum!
Oh God! Please! Not from those disgusting flies! But without
being aware of it, Athena pushed her butt back against the
mysterious sensations 

The class watched in awe as the beautiful Athena Valentine arched
her back like a cat in heat and deliberately push her backside
into the darkness.

Patty continued to squeeze and caress the vulnerable flesh. The
class was so aroused themselves that the hands which sometimes
appeared on Athena's front were never really noticed. They just
though it was Athena herself enjoying her wonderful body!

Athena couldn't believe it. The imaginary hands were making her
push her butt toward something that was just in her mind. God,
it was happening again. She wanted the flies to go right up
her...

"Oh!" she gasped and jumped as a fly landed right on her backdoor
and then started running in crazy tiny circles around and around
it! 

She was submerged in terrible, wonderful sensations that were
only in her overheated imagination. She was the only one up
here. Athena didn't even look when she felt her bikini top
loosen and fall to the floor. Her swollen breasts leaped firm
and proud into the room. Athena had to keep her mind on her
report. She didn't have time to look down to see something that
was only in her mind anyway. If only the flies would leave her
alone for a second or two, her mind would clear. But it was
getting worse instead of better. Now that her top seemed to be
gone, the flies were dancing around her breasts, making her
nipples achingly hard.

Athena didn't think it was possible, but with nothing touching
her sex, she was on the verge of cumming again. She tried to
think of nothing but her report, but she couldn't. The flies
were back, and the imaginary hands had pushed her almost to the
edge. She was so far gone she sensed them now violating her,
fucking her sopping cunt with gusto, and a melting Athena could
only spread her legs wider to increase the impossible yet
fabulous feelings. She felt their tiny teeth nibbling her
buttocks and she wanted to cry out in joy at the wonderful
sensations!

Patty knew Athena's time was almost up. The girl had stuck her
jerking ass so far out behind her that the naked Athena was
practically laying across the small podium. Every touch now
caused the stripped reporter to react with a quiet moan of
pleasure. Her slender fingers were plunging deep into the
tight, hot wetness of the bare cunt, where she could feel the
muscles clutching greedily at them. Her other hand worked the
perfect ass cheeks that were so eagerly thrust at her. Unable to
resist, she was even lightly biting the smooth satiny flesh and
Athena was doing nothing to protest this latest outrage to her
person. In fact it just made her moan all the more! Patty's
hands never left the tanned flesh. With her left hand she
continued to lightly finger-fuck the helpless reporter, while
with her right she would go up to a breast and tug on the nipple,
then run her hand lightly around the base of each full tit,
before going back to that perfect backside. "Just awesome!" was
all the dazed Patty could think.

As for the rest of the class and their teacher, they all stared
unblinking at the show Athena was putting on. If only there was
more light, they could see better. They could see most of
Athena's shapely body, but when she moved it would dip in and out
of the projector's light. But no one wanted to move. They were
too afraid of missing something!

Patty couldn't wait any longer. She wanted to try one much thing
before Athena's time was up. She ran her finger between Athena's
sexy folds getting it good and wet then placed her finger at the
reporter forbidden place in the tight buttocks' crevice. It was
so dirty thinking it but when would she have the chance again to
see what it might feel like. Gently she pressed.

"Oh, please no!" 

They all watched Athena's head snap up like a defiant horse
trying to buck off it's rider, her head looking up at the
ceiling, her back arching to the maximum, and her ass pushing out
ever farther into the darkness. 

"Please not there," Athena moaned. But it was going there
despite her pleas. The flies were so perverse. Not only were
they fucking her steaming cunt, but now they were working they
way up her ass! Crawling into her anus! They were fucking her!
"No they are just flies." Crazy, she was now crazy!

Patty loved the reaction she got from poor Athena when she buried
her finger up her butt. She worked one then two up the girl's
backside, fucking it, shoving it in and out in time with her left
hand's left fucking of Athena's delightful finger-sucking cunt. 
It was so hot Patty almost came herself!

It became obvious to Patty that the forever perfect Athena
Valentine was clearly out of her mind! Sadly, she had humiliated
the senior enough. Mrs. Nelson had been very specific about
that. The principal told her that she could do what ever she
liked to this spy in their midst to make her crazy, but
regardless of what she did, Miss Athena Valentine could never be
allowed to have her Big O. Someone else was going to do that.

Yet, Patty had always wondered what another girl felt like down
there, and she had leapt at the chance to find out, especially as
it involved humiliating the high-and-mighty Athena Valentine in
the process. Patty knew she wasn't gay, but still she always
wondered what being with another girl would be like. Looking up
at Athena's bare cunt in the shadows, the area glistening heavily
with her love juices, Patty realized the reporter did have a
pretty one at that. The shaving did give it a look of pure sex.

"I wonder," Patty said softly as she reached up between the
golden thighs one final time. Patty couldn't help herself. She
ran a finger through the sexy folds, and moved it across
Athena's swollen clit. As she continued fucking Athena's ass she
spread the reporter's pussy lips then stuck out her tongue. 
Patty could feel the heat as her face grew near. She stopped
thinking she just couldn't do this. Her thoughts became, "Now or
never!" and swiped her tongue from Athena's back door up the her
clit. "Nice," she thought in surprise. She did it again and
again. Each time stopping to lick Athena's clit longer and
longer, enjoying the sweet hot taste of those lovely juices. But
before Patty had a chance to really get into it...

"OH GOD NO!" Athena shouted. She jumped and pressed her thighs
together, holding her hands protectively over her steaming bare
mound. One of the flies had crawled up and touched her erect
clitoris! Oh, God! It was triggering a series of tiny orgasms
which were rippling deliciously through her hungry body. 

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Athena cried as the orgasms secretly pulsed
within her.

"Athena, what's wrong now?" mockingly laughed Mrs. Bohon as she
walked up to the light switch. 

With a wicked smile on her face, Patty quickly scampered back to
her seat just before Mrs. Bohon turned the lights back on. 
"Please let me have another chance at her!" Patty prayed. "That
was too much fun!"

"Ohhh, I don't feel well," a completely dazed Athena whispered as
she swayed behind the small podium. She prayed for the wonderful
sensations to return. The accident with the fly had only made
her hungrier. Her body was screaming for release. The flies! 
The flies! What happened to them? How could they do this to
her? Leave her like this, so unfulfilled?

No one saw Patty looking very pleased with herself as she sat in
her seat, as all eyes were fixed on Athena. The senior was now
topless, yet she stood there without a care, her fabulous breasts
proudly thrusting into the room, both proud globes having
astonishingly erect nipples. It was just too exciting forwords!

With very little idea where she was or what she was doing, Athena
left the protection of the podium and slowly went to her seat. 
She only knew she had to sit and collect her thoughts. 

The class erupted wildly with shouts of glee at the sight of the
beautiful and totally naked senior walking in a daze down the
aisle. What Athena did not realize was that in her confusion she
chose the wrong aisle. Her desk was located two aisles to her
left, but she went instead to the aisle on her far right. To
reach her desk she had to now walk the entire classroom of six
rows of desks, going down one aisle and up the next. 

"Miss Valentine, where are your clothes?" asked Mrs. Bohon with
mock-astonishment at the stunning reporter.

"Maybe the show she's in is called 'The Emperor's New Clothes'!"
laughed Patty as she carefully wiped all evidence of her dirty
deed off of her face. ""Oh, yes," she thought. "We must do this
again, Athena, my dear."

"Good point," Mrs. Bohon replied with an evil grin. Time to have
a little fun with the reporter. "Okay, everyone. Check Miss
Valentine to see if she is wearing invisible clothes!"

A collective "Yes!" rang out through the room as the students ran
to the desks that were closest to the unaware Athena. Most had
wanted to really touch Athena at the gym, but were a little
scared. This time they were not going to miss the chance of
touching and hopefully further humiliating their hated
prim-and-proper classmate. 

Hands began to touch the golden flesh as a glazed-eyed Athena
walked by. Timidly at first, with a quick touch or poke, then
with an increasing boldness, the firm tanned skin began to be
openly caressed. 

Athena took no notice of anything going on around her. Instead of
lessening, all she knew was that the terrible heat within her was
still there, and seemed to be strangely increasing as well. She
was dreaming of that magic moment when she found Paige crouched
between her thighs in the shower, licking her, tasting of her
very essence. "Oh, my!" she thought guiltily. "How wonderful
that was!" She knew it was only part of her bizarre daydream,
but she could still feel Page's hands all over her proud body! 
It was exquisite and Athena felt like purring!

From her desk at the front of the room, Mrs. Bohon watched the
fondling of the beautiful reporter with increasing impatience. 
So far no one had touched Athena's breasts or cunt. "What's the
matter with these kids, anyway?" she thought. "Do I have to show
them how to do everything?"

Finally, as Athena was drifting up the second aisle, a hand
flashed up to tweak Athena's stiff left nipple! It was Patty! 
The hand pinched and pulled on the hard heated treat, then rolled
it between her fingers.

"OH!" the befuddled reporter cried and stopped for a moment. She
closed her eyes and fought to regain control again. Page's
wonderful touch had almost brought her to climax, but Athena's
churning mind could not accept this! 

"If I cum every single time Paige touches me, she'll know just
how weak I truly am. It will be the Devereux family all over
again! My...my sex madness could control me forever! No! I am
Athena Valentine, the Superior Woman. I am in control! I am in
control!"

But the moment she started her journey once again, Athena could
only think of Paige and how her body was still reacting to the
teen's touches even now. It only made Athena want her all the
more.

The over-stimulated Athena soon could only stagger helplessly
from desk to desk, and then stop for a moment before proceeding.
It seemed to the students that she was deliberately stopping to
let each girl touch her wherever they wanted. But that wasn't at
all true, of course. Athena was having trouble even standing
now, and would only stop to try and catch her heaving breath. 
But the stops only made it worse for her instead of better. 

At one desk, hands eagerly came up to work the high-set breasts,
pulling and twisting Athena's impudent nipples. 

"Oh, please stop, Paige," Athena moaned to the delight of the
class, then staggered off to the next eager set of hands.

Other hands began to lightly spank and pinch the jutting
buttocks, while still others slyly slipped between Athena's firm
thighs to touch and enter the remarkably sopping cunt and caress
its delightfully bare mound.

Athena was soon walking slower and slower. The stop at each desk
was becoming longer and longer. Her body was completely out of
control. The terrible pressure was building even more than
before, to cum...to Cum...to CUM! Oh, God! Why wouldn't Paige
stop touching her? Couldn't she see what terrible effect her
beautiful small hands were having on her? Sweet plain Paige. So
wonderful. Finally Athena's shaking legs could hold her no
longer.

She fell to the floor and began crawling down the aisle on all
fours, but the incredible sensations never stopped! Athena had
no idea where she was going or why. She only had an instinctive
feeling that if she stopped, she would never start again. She
would simply surrender herself forever to her own sex-mad body
and never turn back!

The class went wild as they watched the prim, always immaculate
Athena Valentine crawling naked on the floor, breasts swaying
beneath her, pussy slit being revealed as she slowly crawled
across the classroom floor. Sensing victory close at hand,
knowing that they finally had the upper hand over the senior,
every student in the class used the opportunity to work on the
haughty Miss Valentine. Many took their opportunity with a
vengeance and some more than once! Lesbian or straight it did
not matter. The beautiful Athena had gotten to them all. Sex
was in the very air and there was no stopping what was to come. 
The desks were pulled away and they surrounded the helpless
crawling figure, ready for the kill. 

At her desk, Mrs. Bohon licked her lips and watched with wonder
at what was happening in her classroom. She had a hand up her
skirt and was carefully pleasuring herself.

"Suspension?" muttered Bohon. "Public disgrace? Jail? Who
cares! Let them do what they want to me. Watching this bitch
finally get what's coming to her will be well worth it! Oh,
yes!!"

As Athena slowly crawled, every orifice of her body was carefully
and lovingly violated. Her dangling swollen breasts were
pummeled and sucked and squeezed endlessly, the nipples even more
so. "PLEASE!!" Athena shouted from her sex-filled dreams to her
unseen tormentors, but there was no stopping, no turning back for
the class.

The crawling figure stopped, unable to continue. "Paige, oh,
Paige," she whispered, for what was left of her mind was only
filled with the young teen, holding her, loving her. Paige was
touching her as only Paige could do, and Athena found she could
resist the young girl no longer. She had to give in!

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" screamed Athena as her body stiffened and
a series of monstrous climaxes began to sweep over her. Some of
the class jumped back in shock, but the others never stopped
their defilement of the proud senior. On and on the climaxes
came, each more devastating then the last, until the destroyed
reporter could take no more and collapsed unconscious upon the
cold linoleum floor in a pool of her own sweat and juices. 

*****




* * * *

Athena Valentine dragged her spent, sweaty body across the floor,
her hyper-sensitive nipples dragging across the smooth cool
surface, leaving a moist streak behind her. After a period of
endless agony, the weakened reporter finally found the strength
to rise on her hands and knees, to give her poor tormented
nipples some blessed relief. Head drooping, she continued to
wearily move across the floor, slowly, instinctively, with no
idea of where she was going or why.

Her mind a blank, the crawling reporter was at a loss to
understand how she had come to find herself in another
humiliating situation like this. All the exhausted woman knew
for certain was that she had once again lost her clothes, only
because her perfect, traitorous body had betrayed her. Betrayed
her!

She stopped crawling and gathered her wavering strength for a
moment. The room was spinning crazily around her and she
desperately needed everything to be still. Finally the room
settled enough for Athena to make an attempt to stand, but the
wild spinning in her head proved too much for her and, defeated,
she sank to the floor, her body laying full length upon the
floor's hard surface. Willing herself, the senior lifted her
head up off of the dirty floor and, instinctively covering her
exposed breasts, wearily looked about the empty classroom in
disbelief. The desks had all been placed in a circle around her,
but the students who once sat in them were long gone. Only Mrs.
Bohon remained, smirking at her from behind her desk in the left
front corner of the room. 

Bohon! There was something very unusual about her nemesis Bohon,
but she couldn't place it. She fiercely shook her head, sending
her damp hair flying, but that did nothing to clear it. Finally,
Athena's befuddled mind comprehended what was so strange about
Bohon. The beautiful teacher was undressed with her desk was
neatly covered in someone's clothes.

"Did something happen to her, too?" she wondered in total
bewilderment. "What kind of dreadful school was this?"

Yet she understood the answer all too well. Athena's dazed mind
knew that the riveting image of a beautiful teacher without
clothes was probably yet another of her terrible sex-related
hallucinations. After all, why else would a teacher be naked in
her own classroom?

She sank down to the floor again, covered her face with her hands
and wept.

"What happened?" she sobbed. "I don't understand! What
happened?"

She was only here to give a silly little report. So how did she
come to lose her clothes and climax in front of everyone when she
was all alone by the podium?

But she knew what happened, what always happened when her body
started to develop a mind of its own. It was her special
sickness, this weird condition which had gripped her before! Her
beautiful body would constantly betray her by erupting feverishly
at the slightest touch, real or imagined. This time it was
flies! Oh, God! Flies! Dirty, disgusting flies touching and
biting her perfect flesh which had brought her to this, another
humiliation for the Superior Woman. 

"No! Not that!!" Athena sobbed. She hadn't even thought about
that. Fly Bites! Fly bites on her privates! Now she had to go
to the school nurse's office for some disinfectant. It wasn't
fair! Yet another humiliation for the Superior Woman!

"Flies!" she wailed to the room. "Stupid, stupid flies!"

It was all so unfair. She was so perfect, yet these terrible
things kept happening to her! It was all so confusing. All she
wanted was to be crowned Queen of the Prom, and then she could
complete this once-fun assignment. She certainly was the best if
not only true candidate. Anyone could see that just by looking
at her, the fabulous senior, Miss Athena Valentine, so beautiful,
so well dressed, and so in control. There was no question that
the school was hers. Hers!

Until now that is. The world had suddenly spun terribly out of 
control, and all because of her secret weaknesses. The pills
didn't help this time, nothing helped. Her body had once again
become a bomb, ready to explode at the slightest touch. Even
now, after all that happened today, she could feel the heat
within her boiling. How responsive her once disciplined body was
feeling. The sensation of the floor on her naked flesh was so
sexually stimulating she had a burning urge to start rolling and
never stop! Her proud tits felt so swollen and lonely, she
wanted desperately to comfort them, to hold and squeeze them. 
Her tingling pussy was copiously leaking girl-cum, and to her
horror Athena found that she was gently grinding her hips onto
the floor ever since she had lain down, unconsciously enjoying
the delicious squishy sensation it was causing her bare cunt! 

She had to get out of here! 

She rolled over onto her back and, staring dazedly at the
ceiling, tried to clear her clouded mind as much as she could. 
Athena hastily worked out what she had to do. She was sure she
had some old clothes in her SUV. She would visit the nurse, get
dressed, and then get the hell away from everyone until the prom.
This will give her some badly needed time to calm down, clear
her head, and try to be ready for the most important night of her
life. She had to leave!

But first, the hard part.

Athena was almost too dizzy to even try to get up off of the
floor. The flies had really done her in! Stupid flies! She'd
had so many strange things turn her on in the last year, very
young girls, medical exams, running in gym, a girl helping her in
a shower, and now flies! Oh, God! Small creatures made her skin
crawl. Athena hated them all, flies, beetles, lightning bugs,
rodents, it did not matter. They were disgusting! Disgusting!!


"Thank God they weren't any spiders," she thought. She really
did hate spiders, with all those horrible hairy legs and beady
little eyes. Fangs, too. Spiders had those terrible fangs.

At the thought of hideous spiders biting her vulnerable naked
body, Athena whipped her head around frantically to see if any
were currently coming at her, but for the moment she saw that she
was safe.

She rolled over onto her tummy and once again tried to rise from
the floor on her rubbery, uncoordinated muscles.

Suddenly, she could hear the soft sounds of someone coming
towards her. 

Oh, God! Bohon! She had forgotten all about Mrs. Bohon!

*****

Bohon had been waiting patiently. It had been an hour since she
had chased her pupils out of the room after the girls had
finished with the once haughty senior.

"Okay, then," said Mrs. Bohon with satisfaction as she looked at
the madly twitching naked reporter sprawled over the floor. 
"Class, I think it's time we call it a day."

Howls of protest rose from the students, but Mrs. Bohon was not
going to lose this opportunity.

"Come on, now. Miss Valentine is obviously under the weather and
we should give her some privacy. So everyone, out!"

By the time the class exited the room and Mrs. Bohon had placed a
"Testing" sign outside of the door and locked it, Athena had
collapsed into a fitful state of unconsciousness. 

Bohon returned to her desk and stripped. She folded her clothes
carefully and placed them on her desk. After a check on Athena
(and a few fast surreptitious caresses), Bohon went to her
utility closet and found a plain box she had hidden there.

"Let's see," she murmured happily to herself. "One of these, a
couple of those, and, oh yes, definitely...that!" After putting
in fresh extended-life batteries and lubricating everything that
needed to be coated, Bohon carefully gathered up her toys and
returned to the classroom.

She fastened a thin harness around her waist, then sat at her
desk to wait. She played casually with her toys, while keeping a
watchful eye on the beautiful reporter. Athena was already
moaning and twitching in her sleep, and Bohon knew that her wait
would not be a long one.

"This is going to be sweet," thought the teacher. To finally
have her hands on the delectable Miss Athena Valentine...oh, yes!
All of those times when Bohon wanted only to boot the superior
young bitch out of her class forever, but instead she bided her
time and waited for the moment she knew would come eventually. 
Months of putting up with her I'm-so-superior attitude, and those
God-awful, class-disrupting childish tantrums Athena pulled
whenever she didn't get her way. Yet it was worth all of the
strain of having Athena in her class because now it was payback
time. 

Yes, a payback time made even more sweet with the knowledge that
this haughty senior was in reality a spy, a reporter sent into
her classroom on some secret assignment. Perhaps it was one of
those rare counseling sessions that had gotten out of hand with a
comely student which caused this intrusion. Or it could be only
a fishing expedition, and Miss Valentine (or whatever her real
name might be) was simply trying to find out anything she could.
The fact that this truly beautiful young woman might have been
deliberately trying to disrupt her class for unknown reasons
infuriated Mrs. Bohon no end. 

Regardless of who or what Miss Athena Valentine actually was,
Mrs. Bohon had decided she would really give this naked bitch
something to write about- If She Dared!!

*****

Athena gave the teacher one of the sexiest shows Bohon had ever
seen while trying to get to her feet. The dazed reporter rolled
over onto her stomach and, without realizing it, raised her
wonderful ass high into the air as she struggled to get up on her
hands and knees.

The horny teacher watched the nubile reporter wiggle her behind
at her! It was a sight to behold the way the tight ass cheeks
parted and showed off that smooth tight pussy, and her
delightfully tiny and inviting anus. She watched fascinated as
Athena's ass swayed back and forth while the young woman
attempted to rise. It was more than Mrs. Bohon could handle. 
"Damn girl, you are hot," she groaned, briefly dripping her own
fingers into her streaming slit before walking towards Athena.

"You have been a very naughty girl, Miss Valentine," Bohon said.
With her hips raised up like that, Bohon knew the spoiled
princess only wanted one thing. Bohon laid two quick blows of
her right palm on Athena's delightfully upturned ass.

SMACK! SMACK!

"OUCH! What are you doing?" a shocked Athena yelped as she
quickly lowered her ass out of the way of the swinging arm.

"Get that back up here," Mrs. Bohon ordered. She grabbed Athena
by the hips and pulled that tasty backside back up into the air.
"You deliberately teased all the students in this class,
stripping in front of the class and acting like some bitch in
heat. That display was disgusting! I'm going to teach you that
your sluttish behavior shall not be tolerated, not in my class!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Oh, please, it wasn't my fault! It was the flies!" Athena
howled as the blows rained down on her butt. But her teacher was
right, it had been a terrible display she'd put on. But it was
the flies' fault, not hers. Had they not have crawled on her,
she would not have lost control. 

"Flies! I'll show you flies, you teasing little slut!" 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Athena, without knowing it, was really putting on a display now.
With each blow, she would swing her ass in trying to escape from
her terrible punishment. She would sway her hips this way
desperately trying to evade Bohon's swinging arm as she slid
about on the floor. But the blows kept coming down on her
rapidly warming ass. And to make matters worse, dragging her
naked body across the floor was driving her toward another
unwanted orgasm. Athena couldn't believe it! Not again! Not
now!

Above the distressed senior, Bohon was having the time of her
life. "This was too good to be true," she thought as she once
again smacked the girl's defenseless bottom. The way Athena was
trying to avoid the blows was both funny and sexy. She had her
shoulders pressed against the floor while leaving her ass high up
in the air. It was fantastic! Athena's mind was so far gone she
didn't even try to lower her behind to the floor anymore. All
the naked reporter did was move that ass up and down as she slid
across the floor trying to get away. How delightful! Athena
squirmed around like a caterpillar, lowering and raising her ass
as she would indeed inch along on the floor. Up and down, up and
down it went, while the merciless spanking never stopped. Bohon
loved it. The proud Athena Valentine, now reduced to a naked
inch-worm! 

"Naughty, girl. Very naughty," Mrs. Bohon teased. Her hands had
spanked all over the burning hips, but now she made sure the
vulnerable cunt received its fair share of attention.

"OOOooohhhh!" groaned Athena as her poor pussy caught fire under
the repeated blows and caresses!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

Athena was in turmoil! Her body was rapidly going out of control
and there was nothing she could do to stop it! It was going to
happen again. She was going to cum and this time while that
bitch Bohon was spanking her. Spanking her! She tried to get
away, she really did, but all her crawling seemed to do was to
set her swollen breasts on fire as they rubbed along the tile
floor. She tried to stop the crazy sensations by raising her
shoulders, but then the next blow would only push them firmly
back onto the floor again, sending a shockwave of excitement
right to her heating sex. She was reaching her boiling point and
there was nothing she could do to stop it!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"No! I'm not going to do this!" Athena unconsciously shouted. 
She wasn't going to cum. Not like this, and certainly not
because of what Mrs. Bohon was doing to her. No! Not like this!
What did this woman want from her, anyway?

"Please, Mrs. Bohon!" moaned the begging reporter. "P-please,
stop. It...wasn't...wasn't my fault!"

"Then who's fault was it, Miss Perfect? Eh? Who's?"

SMACK! SMACK!

"I' can't...! I can't hold...! Please! I'm begging you, please
stop!"

Athena was so close! If only Bohon would not spank her anymore.
Athena was trying her best to stop it, to stop from cumming, but
she could sense it was going to happen any second. She bit her
lip. She held her breath. But she already knew that nothing on
earth was going to stop her from cumming and humiliating herself
in front of the hated teacher. 

Beneath their tan, the perfect buttocks were becoming decidedly
pink. "Good time to stop," thought Bohon. Besides, her hands
were becoming sore; so, she reluctantly decided to end the
wonderful punishment.

"You!" SMACK "Are!" SMACK "A!" SMACK "Teasing!" SMACK "Bitch!!"

That did it! The last well-aimed blow caught Athena right on her
clit. 

"AAAAHHHH!" Athena cried helplessly. Her whole body trembled as
she felt the blood rush to her pulsating crotch! Oh God! Oh
God! Her stomach did a flip-flop as she came, this time while a
teacher was punishing her for being a teasing slut in class. Her
legs tightened as she spread them as wide as she could. She
couldn't help herself! She arched her back, and pushed her
tormented backside straight up in the air. 

"Oooooooooooooooooh God noooooooooooooo!" she screamed as she was
overwhelmed by a delicious ecstasy. She had done it to herself
again.

Miss Athena Valentine's orgasm exploded and the room went dark.

*****

Mrs. Bohon looked down at the prostrate senior and smiled
wickedly. She knelt and ran her fingers through the wet folds of
the girl's dripping cunt. "You are something, my lovely." 

She brought her fingers to her lips and licked Athena's girl-cum
from them. "Yum," she murmured, "so sweet." Then she dipped
them into the steaming honey pot a second time.

Bohon couldn't let the opportunity pass. Quickly she rolled
Athena over onto her back. "Oh, my. You are a pretty one." The
teacher looked down at Athena's naked body. It was so tanned and
ripe. Those breasts, even when Athena lay flat on her back,
didn't seem to sag. The beautiful tan mounds retained their
perfect shape. 

Quickly Bohon dropped her harness, then swung her slim right leg
over the unconscious Athena's chest. She lowered her pussy down
until the touched Athena's erect right nipple. "Oh, yes" purred
Bohon. Slowly, ever so slowly, the teacher rubbed her sex back
and forth over the hard little nub. "It's even better than I 
imagined," she moaned as she moved her hips back and forth.

Athena's shattered mind dimly stirred. What was happening to
her?

The teacher was lost fucking herself on Athena's tit, and never
noticed Athena's eyes popping open wide in amazement at the
beautiful ass moving back and forth in front of her nose. 
Instinctively she jerked her face away from the sight, and the
back of her head slammed heavily against the floor.

"Ohhh," Athena groaned, almost fainting once again.

All Bohon knew was that she was fucking the proud breast and
driving herself toward the orgasm of her life. She'd dreamed of
being tit fucked (it was one of her favorite fantasies), but she
had never made love to a girl with breasts that were close to
this size or near-perfect form. She pressed down, mashing her
cunt into the flesh and trying to push the entire tit inside her
flaming cunt. 

As she pleasured herself, she looked at the wondrous bare torso
before her. Bohon grinned mischievously. "Oh, yes!" she said. 
The teacher reached over into the pile of things she had brought
and grabbed a long pink dildo. She grabbed both of Athena's
ankles and pulled the shapely legs up in the air, and then hooked
Athena's knees over her arms so that her hands were free to work
on that tasty ass.

"Ohh! Who are you? What are you doing to me?" groaned a
befuddled Athena as she felt her legs raise into the air. Who
was this strange woman? What happened to her teacher? "Mrs.
Bohon? Are you there? What's happening?!"

"Shut up, bitch! You deserve this, for being a slut in front of
all those sweet young girls," Bohon shouted gleefully. "Now take
your punishment for being a whore!"

Athena's bewildered mind reeled at the sound. Oh, God! It was
Bohon! Bohon! Bohon, saying terrible things about HER!

A shocked Athena's eyes went wide as her teacher pushed the slim
dildo against her backdoor. "OH!!" moaned the reporter. "No,
not there! Please not again!" She couldn't take that again, not
there.

"Again?" laughed Bohon. "You are a slut." With that she
pushed.

"OH GOD NO!!!!!" screamed Athena.

Athena's anus resisted for a moment, then gave itself up to the
long pink invader. "Oh please no," she begged at this new
violation of her proud body.

"Oh please, yes, you tramp," Bohon said. Quickly and with a very
evil grin Mrs. Bohon turn the tiny switch on high and the dildo
roared to life.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"

"You like that, don't you?" the teacher observed. She slowly
began to fuck Athena's backdoor while she pressed her own hips
down, burying as much of Athena's right breast into her pussy as
she could. "You deserve this and you know it. Take it all,
girl!" She rocked back and forth joyfully on Athena's breast
while pushing all seven inches of the vibrator up the senior's
tiny backdoor.

"Please..." moaned a devastated Athena. Thankfully, as quickly
as the pain started it was gone as the teacher fucked her in the
ass. This was even more humiliating then anything she'd ever had
happen in her life. She was being fucked up the butt and it was
driving her crazy. The buzzing in her backside was turning her
on just like earlier when she was trapped with her editor in the
office. Athena had never even thought of anything being put up
her butt. It was just too disgusting! Yet for the second time
in less than an hour there was something being pushed up there,
and it was driving her uncontrollably toward yet another
wonderful orgasm.

"Take it all girl!" the teacher yelled in the heat of passion. 
Feeling herself on the edge, Bohon pushed the dildo deep and came
explosively as she humped Athena's tit. "Yes! Yessssss!!!" she
hissed as the climax washed over her. Not satisfied, she
continued to work on the devastated reporter until she came a
second time as finally Athena herself exploded.

"NOT AGAIN!!!!!" Athena jerked and twitched mightily under her
teacher as her unwanted orgasm overtook her at last. She hated
herself for giving in so easily to it, for letting her traitorous
body once again rule over her superior intellect, yet she was
helpless to prevent the feelings of exquisite pleasure washing
through her very soul. It was her sickness, but she was
helpless! She loved it! She loved it all!

The proud reporter, unable to withstand the torrent of
conflicting sensations and emotions roaring within her pillaged
body, passed out upon the floor once again, her teacher still
happily abusing the now quiet body.

*****

Bohon was seated behind her desk once again, adjusting her
harness as she carefully cleaned and prepared her toys in
anticipation of the next round. She was far from finished with
the helpless reporter who lay prostrate on the floor. 

The teacher shifted expectantly in her chair as she looked with
burning eyes at the nude young woman on the floor. Something had
come into her mind, something she had not consciously thought
about in a long time. 

"Of course," the teacher murmured. "Of course. Tammi. It's
Tammi."

Now she knew why she had to risk everything to take this snotty
bitch here and now, with school going on normally all around her.
It was finally an opportunity to heal an old wound. As a
teacher, she'd been very careful (most of the time, anyway) about
being gay, because she knew she would be instantly fired if
anyone in the local administration found out. So she had to be
very careful whom she slept with and when. Over the years she'd
been with perhaps a dozen women as well as a few select teenage
girls (those student-teacher conferences can get so out of
control sometimes). But none of them looked like Athena. The
girl was perfect in every way. It had disturbed Bohon the first
time she saw the senior walk down the hall towards her classroom.
It wasn't that she herself was jealous of her. As far as looks
go, Bohon herself could turn heads easily enough when she really
wanted to. Maybe it was the way the arrogant Athena brutally
treated all of the other students and teachers, while at the same
time unconsciously flaunting her incredible sexuality. 

Bohon noticed Athena's superior smirk at the guys' obvious
reactions to her antics; yet, there were others who were also
affected. Bohon saw that, incredibly, Athena never became aware
of the reaction she was sometimes causing with her own sex. But
react they did! The teacher could see the subtle signs of
confusion on the faces of some of the girls whenever Miss
Valentine entered a room, their normally cool eyes smoldering
with a suppressed longing. It reminded her of her own high
school days when she was struggling with her sexuality, when she
first realized that she preferred to be with girls rather than
boys, but could not understand why. 

Tammi Smith was the most beautiful girl the young Bohon had ever
seen. Bohon had known her since grade school, but by their
senior year, Tammi had blossomed into something truly stunning. 
She was very much like Athena, a walking blonde wet dream. Tammi
was definitely her dream girl back then. Every time Bohon saw
her, it was like seeing her for the first time. She couldn't
help it! Her heart would pound and her nipples harden. She
would even get wet, down there, and that made her blush. 

What really intrigued her though was that Bohon had never seen
Tammi with a boy, ever. "Maybe she's like me," thought Bohon,
and her mind reeled at the possibilities. She became all tingly
just thinking about having the wonderful Tammi in her arms, all
to herself. 

It was then, as a senior, that Bohon had finally gotten the
courage at a party (after several beers to build up her
courage)to approach the divinely aloof Tammi Smith, the most
beautiful girl she had ever known. But it hadn't worked out the
way she had planned, not at all. It was at a large party at
Bohon's family home, one evening towards the end of their senior
year, and things had gone horribly wrong. Bohon, in her drunken
inexperience, had turned what was suppose to be a very subtle if
hopeful caress into a clumsy pawing of the shocked Tammi's
breasts. The outraged Tammi had then humiliated her in her own
home, right in front of her friends, calling her, among other
things, a disgusting little fag.

It took Bohon more than a year to work up the courage to even go
out again. Tammi had hurt her and now, right in her very own
classroom, all sweaty and naked and defenseless, was her very own
Tammi, Athena Valentine. 

"I've waited along time for this, my dear," Bohon purred. 

*****

Athena awoke to find herself once again abused and naked on the
floor of Bohon's classroom. In a complete fog, she rose from the
floor and stumbled towards the door, conscious only of the desire
that she must leave this place.

*****

The teacher watched with keen interest as the young woman moved
towards the door, looking wonderfully disheveled, as though she
had just received a very thorough fucking (guess who!), her mind
so blasted from sex that she had forgotten that she was nude and,
unless stopped, was quite ready to go out like that.

It was perfect!

"Forgetting something?" smirked Mrs. Bohon as she held up
Athena's robe by her left index finger.

Athena looked down at her naked body in horror! Oh God! Oh God!
She had been just about to go...out there...Out There...!

"I'm naked!" she shouted as she held her head in her hands in
panic. "Oh, no! NO!!! I'm naked again!"

She started to run towards Mrs. Bohon and her precious robe, but
the room began spinning again. She was forced to stop walking
and support herself on a desktop.

Unable to face her teacher, she looked away from the strange
apparition behind the desk and with her open hands leaned heavily
on the desktop. Unable to watch the spinning room any longer,
she closed her eyes tightly. Athena was afraid she really was
mad! What was happening to her? Athena was sure that Mrs. Bohon
was NOT sitting behind her desk topless, just as she was sure the
room was NOT spinning. It was her, it was always her! It was
yet another part of her on-going sick sex fantasies, where people
touch her even though she's alone, where she could contrive to
lose her clothes in the most bizarre situations like a room
crowed with people, where even the simplest insects seem
attracted to her and were able to excite her beyond belief. It
was crazy! Crazy!

"Make it stop!" Athena pleaded. She wanted desperately for this
nightmare to end, to wake up and find her carefully controlled
life still in order. "Make it stop! Please! Please, make it
stop!" 

Mrs. Bohon watched the stricken reporter with delight. The thick
golden mass of hair in total disarray, the tight deeply tanned
flesh, the smooth tapered back flowing into the indented waist
and flaring hips, the firm jutting buttocks that looked so
inviting, the sculptured legs, trim ankles, and small perfectly
manicured feet. So beautiful, and all hers! For Bohon, it was
not just a question of the stunning reporter's comeuppance
anymore. Oh, no. It had become much more personal then that. 
She was going to break this proud bitch.

Drawn like a moth to the flame, Bohon gathered up her toys and
went over to vulnerable young woman.

*****

Athena leaned heavily on her arms and prayed for the room to stop
spinning. What little remained of her tortured mind was
overwhelmed by swirling, unstoppable intense images of sex with
legions of naked women touching her, stroking every inch of her
perfect body, eagerly probing her every orifice until nothing
remained of her! In spite of everything that happened, her body
continued to madly pulse with an unbelievable yearning, a desire
to be used, to be consumed completely in a sensual fire. All
thoughts of her assignment, of the terrible humiliation which she
had just gone through in front of her classmates and teacher, her
current terrible vulnerability, everything, everything faded
completely before this astonishing need! But still Athena knew
she had to resist. She had to fight it! This was not her, this
was not her at all! She was not some mindless slut, unable to
control her own body, she was Athena Valentine, the Su.... 

Suddenly her mind was flooded with an intense feeling of
pleasure-pain, and it was coming from her heaving chest! 
Wide-eyed, Athena looked in open-mouthed horror at the tiny gold
clamp which had attached itself the tip of her left breast,
turning her erect nipple red in its strong grip. She was getting
ready to scream when she saw a hand come from below and attach an
identical strange clamp to the tip of her right breast!

"AHHH....!" was all Athena was able to gasp as her brain was
overwhelmed by the strange sensations. What was happening? Who
would do such a terrible thing to her?

"You've been bad, haven't you?" softly said Mrs. Bohon from
directly behind the distressed reporter.

"OH!" gasped Athena who jumped in shock at the sound. She wasn't
sure what was worse, having her precious nipples attacked in such
a cruel fashion, or being seen like this by someone else. The
nipple-clamps were linked by a thin golden chain, and Athena
quickly discovered that when one breast made the slightest
movement, the chain caused the other clamp to pull on its own
tortured nipple even more! She couldn't move at all,
otherwise...! OH GOD!

"OOOOHHH!" Athena moaned. The agony was strangely exquisite, and
the sensation reminded her somehow of that strange night at
Tara's home. Her nipples felt the same then as well. Oh God! 
It was too much! She was ready to cum! She had to get these
horrible things off of her chest, but she was afraid to touch
them, for fear of hurting herself even more.

"What's wrong?" asked Bohon as she slyly guided the head of the
strap-on between the very distracted Athena's tight ass cheeks.

"Oh God! Oh God! My...my nipples! Oh God! It hurts! W-what
are you...? Ooooohhhhh!" 

Athena stiffened in shock as she felt something work its way past
her elastic anus. "Oh God! What are you doing back there? 
You're not going to...? No! Not back there! Not again! 
Please? Please, no!"

Ignoring Athena, Bohon carefully worked the strap-on until it
rested nice and deep in the reporter's abused anal passage.

"Oooohhhh..." moaned a very stuffed-feeling Athena. "Take it
out. Oh, God. Not again! Not again! Why...why are you doing
this to me? It's too much. Too much. Please. Please, take it
out."

"Okay, precious," lied Bohon as she reached around and now worked
tip of the slim pink vibrator over the warm flesh of Athena's
bare mound and swollen labia. Getting no reaction, Bohon slowly
inserted the device into the tight, squishy cunt.

"OH!!!" cried Athena in despair as she felt this latest invader
enter her proud body. 

"Perfect," said Bohon after placing the vibrator firmly within
the tight cunt. A few inches of the intruder protruded outside
of Athena's sex, and Bohon rested the small flat bottom of the
device on the edge of the desk, so that the pinned Athena herself
was unknowingly holding it in place.

"Oh God! Oh God! What...what are you doing to me?!?"

"I'm not going to do anything. But you, on the other hand, are
going to fuck yourself until you are knock-kneed."

"What...what? I don't understand!!"

"You will, my precious slut," Bohon whispered lovingly in
Athena's left ear and turned the vibrator's switch to 'High'.

"AAAhhhhhh!" moaned Athena as the vibrator began to work its
insidious effects on her already ravished body. "Please!! Not
there! I can't...I can't...control... Oh God! 
Anywhere...anywhere but there! Too hot! Too hot!!!"

Bohon reached for Athena's hips and joyfully pressed herself
tightly against the tanned skin of the young woman's back and
buttocks. She luxuriated in the feel of Athena's flesh for a
moment, then murmured, "I've waited a long time for this, slut. 
Oh, yes. Time to show us all the lesbian slut that you really
are, Athena."

"How...how DARE you...ooohhhhh...call me that...that name!"
gasped the frantic Athena as the need for a climax grew to
monstrous proportions within her molested body. 
"I'm...ohhh...I'm going to...to cum...ahhh...! No! No! I
mean...I mean I'm...going...to report you to...to the
p-principal!"

"Go ahead, knock yourself out," laughed Bohon as she pulled her
right arm back and slapped Athena on her defenseless ass.

"Ow!" Athena jumped as she felt a stinging sensation on her
right buttock! As she jumped, her body sang out with wonderful
sensations from her various tormentors that were so strong she
almost came! She had to cup her quivering breasts from
underneath to try and keep her tormented nipples from pulling on
each other.

SLAP!

Unable to stop this latest attack on her person, Athena could not
help but to try moving to escape the ravagers of her secret
places, but Bohon had her pinned against the desk so firmly she
could not get away, while any movement she did make just served
to excite her all the more. It was terrible! The slightest
movement of her breasts was maddening, while the terrible
vibrator and enormous dildo were practically making her dance in
her frustration. What was happening? What was happening? 

"Go ahead and try to get away, my precious slut," said Bohon
softly. "You are mine."

SLAP!

"Ohhhh. T-that's...not...fair!" Athena cried, tears of
frustration now running down her face. Why did she want to cum
so badly? She could almost taste it, the need was so intense.

"You come to MY classroom breaking every rule of the Student Code
that you helped to enact, and you, you miserable slut of a spy,
are going to report me? I think not."

Slyly rubbing her thighs together, Athena finally turned her head
and looked pleadingly at Mrs. Bohon. The reporter's hands were
white as the clutched frantically at the sides of the desk. It
was the only way she could keep from touching herself.

Trying desperately to gather her panting thoughts, she could only
whisper, "Please?"

"Touch yourself."

"Please?" Athena begged softly, not sure what exactly she was
asking for any more. She twisted her hips, digging her bare cunt
into the edge of the smooth wood, forcing the vibrator even
deeper within her. As she moved, the sides of her tormented
breasts pressed against her arms, her nipples being dragged in
excited discomfort by the tiny nipple clamps. It was wonderful!
"Please?"

"Touch yourself."

"But...but I...I can't!" Athena wailed piteously. Her body still
felt a terrible hunger for release, but at least she did not want
to plead for fulfillment from an uncaring teacher. 

"Touch yourself."

Unable to prevent herself any longer, Athena started to jerk her
hips in frustration against the desk. It was what Boon had been
waiting for. Soon the teacher's sly hands had the hips moving
back and forth in a deliberate rhythm. Bohon then guided
Athena's unresisting hands to the bottom of the vibrator which
was protruding out of the reporter's swollen vulva.

"That's right, precious. That's right."

Athena's trembling fingers lightly touched the strange object
protruding from her moving, throbbing sex, unsure of what she was
suppose to do with it. Bohon firmly wrapped Athena's slender
fingers around the vibrator's end. 

"Do it," Bohon whispered seductively into Athena's left ear. "Do
it."

Athena began to slowly move the madly buzzing vibrator within her
and quickly became totally lost to its insidious effects. The
reporter soon grasped the vibrator greedily, joyously thrusting
it deep into her steaming cunt, her hands matching the rhythmic
thrusting of her hips. 

The young woman's mind was finally overwhelmed by her body's
needs. Bohon knew she had won and no longer had to guide the
undone reporter. The proud Miss Athena Valentine was now happily
fucking herself, and needed no help from her!

Each thrust of her hands brought the devastated Athena closer to
the edge and she mindlessly continued her own ravishment. She
exulted in the sensuous feel of the pillagers of her proud body.
As each intruder pounded deep within her secret places, she found
rebirth, and squirmed delightedly to increase the effects they
were having on her. She nearly died from the sensations her
shaking breasts were causing as her tormented nipples constantly
pulled against each other. 

A triumphant Bohon meanwhile was meeting each of Athena's
movements with a powerful counter thrust of her own hips, driving
the strap-on ever deeper between the quivering buttocks and into
the tight rectum of the moaning reporter.

"Uh...uh...uh...uh!" grunted Athena blissfully at each thrust of
Bohon's hips. She was finally finding blessed release and it was
wonderful! Her body had become a incandescent flame of pure
pleasure and it captured her very soul.

"YES!! YES!!!" she shuddered as the first small climax passed
through her, then another and another and soon yet another, each
larger then the last. Finally, too weak to stand any longer,
Athena collapsed to her knees. Bohon immediately pushed her over
and the fucking quickly continued, with the totally lost Athena,
swollen breasts dancing beneath her, unsteadily balancing on her
knees and left hand, while still frantically working the vibrator
with her right. Meanwhile, Bohon continued to pound Athena's ass
with the strap-on. 

After one final monstrous climax, Athena's left arm gave out and
she collapsed head and shoulders to the floor, unconscious.

Behind her, the strap-on had been working constantly on Bohon's
own clit, and at her fifth climax, the woman could take it no
longer and collapsed feeling very satisfied indeed. She lay on
her back on the floor to rest a moment. "I did it, Tammi. I
finally got you. I got you good."

*****

In the window on the hall door, a small hole appeared in the sign
covering the glass. Paige and the other Three Amigos watched
stunned as Paige's beloved, in obvious enjoyment, was being
fucked in the ass by Mrs. Bohon! 

Natalie was the first to recover. "Guess the honeymoon's over,"
she observed gleefully.

"Fuck you," muttered Paige bitterly.

"Lay off, Nat'," warned Lisa.

"Okay, okay," said Natalie as she held up her open palms in
surrender. "So, what do we do now? We can't just stand here. 
It's...it's dirty."

"She liked me," sobbed Paige, unable to take her eye from the
hole. "I know she did."

"It's those seniors, Tara and that bunch," said Lisa comfortingly
as she moved the torn paper back over the hole. "Look, Paige. 
Face it, in this school, seniors have all the morals of an
over-sexed rabbit."

"You're (sniff) right," said Paige. "They're all a bunch of
whores."

"So what do we do about it?" asked Natalie.

"Prom," said Paige. "We fix them at the prom."

"Hey, now. Wait a minute," said Natalie. "I don't like them any
more then you do, but tonight we're just there as the hired
help."

"But we are there," said Lisa. 

"True."

"And we can't let this deliberate insult to The Three Amigos go
unpunished."

"True again. So what's the plan?"

"Let's go. We've work to do," said Paige.

She turned for one last look at the 'Testing' sign covering the
window, and sobbed again.

"She liked me. I know she did."

*****



*****

With a sharp cry of terror, Athena Valentine jerked awake. "What
a horrible dream!" she thought. "Thank God it's over. But,
wait! Oh, no! This isn't my bedroom." She slowly sat up and
looked wearily around in disbelief with her hair-covered face.
It was difficult to see anything, but Athena was simply too tired
to fix herself. When she was finally able to slightly focus, the
truth penetrated her like a knife. She wasn't home at all. She
was in...in a classroom, naked!

"Oh, no," Athena moaned softly as she covered her face with her
hands. "Please, God. Please, no. Not again! Not again!"

But it was! She could feel the cold floor on her bare bottom.
It was real! The dream was real! It had actually happened! She
was still here at school and it had all actually happened!
"AAAAgggghhhhh!!" she cried in horror and despair.

A voice filled with bitterness suddenly cut through her deep
despair. "Busy day?" it asked.

Oh God! She wasn't alone! Ashamed at her recent outburst,
Athena could only timorously whimper "Mrs. Bohon?" as she wrapped
her arms protectively around her poor abused chest. Please God,
not her! Her body tingling in spite of herself, Athena resolved
never to let that terrible woman ever come near her again.

"No. Try again."

The voice sounded familiar. Athena cleared her damp hair away
until she could finally see properly. Three girls were seated
together in the circle of desks. Athena lightly rubbed her eyes
to try and clear her blurred vision. The world finally came into
focus and she saw that it was The Three Amigos. They were seated
like a tribunal, Lisa, Natalie, and between them, Paige.

Athena couldn't believe her luck! "Paige! Oh, Paige! Thank
God, it's you!"

"Thank God," coldly echoed Paige.

"Yes! You...you don't know what I've been through. It was
terrible! Bohon, she went crazy! She...she took my clothes
and...and attacked me! Me!"

"Attacked you," said Lisa.

"Yes, she attacked me. It was...it was awful."

"Awful," repeated Natalie.

"We have to...to report that crazy bitch to the principle right
away, so she can get what's coming to her."

"Report her," said Lisa.

"Yes, report her. Paige, what's...what's the matter? Why are
you all looking at me that way? Can't you see? I've just been
attacked!"

"Attacked," said Paige.

"Paige? What's the matter with you? You...you do believe me,
don't you?"

"No."

"Paige! How could you say such a thing? I was attacked! Bohon
attacked me!"

"Come here."

"What?"

"Come here."

"Oh, Paige. Please believe me. You must get me some clothes.
Bohon attacked me and took my clothes."

"Come here."

"Paige! I can't! Don't you understand? I don't have any
clothes! Why aren't you listening to me?"

"You're too far away. Come here."

"Oh. Well, all right," replied Athena sheepishly. She
unsteadily got to her feet, being careful to keep her breasts and
privates covered as much as possible. She shuffled forward until
she stopped directly in front of the three unsympathetic
teenagers. "Can you hear me now?" Athena asked sarcastically.

"Drop your hands."

"WHAT!?"

"Drop your hands."

"But I'm...I'm...!"

"Do it."

"Paige! Please!"

"Now."

Athena reluctantly dropped her hands, cringing in front of the
underclassmen in her shameful nudity.

"Stand up straight."

The reporter immediately became erect.

"Shoulders back."

"Paige!" pleaded Athena, not at all sure where all this was
leading to next. Why wouldn't Paige just go and get her some
clothes? What was the problem here?

"Do it."

Athena pulled her shoulders back as far as they would go, acutely
conscious of the horrible display she was now presenting to these
young girls with her thrusting breasts and shaved pubes.

"Paige, what is...?"

"Silence. Just stand there."

"Look, Paige, I'm...I'm not feeling very well and I need to..."

"SILENCE!" Paige snapped.

Athena remained in her humiliating pose, silent. "Why is she
treating me of all people this way?" the puzzled reporter
thought. "I was the one who was attacked."

Paige turned to Lisa and nodded. Lisa rose and quickly went over
to the hall door, which she opened slightly and then stood,
looking outside.

After making sure Lisa was in position, Paige rose and walked
over to Athena. She slowly walked around and around the nude
22-year old, stopping occasionally to thoughtfully touch a
delicious curve. Athena began to shiver from the girl's close
scrutiny, and delicate caresses.

"If you want clothes, you're going to have to take them from
someone."

"Oh, Paige. I'm so tired and...and confused. I-I can't think.
Paige, help me. You must help...OH!"

Athena gasped in shock when Paige openly cupped her sex.

"Take their clothes," Paige said absently as her small fingers
suddenly plunged deep into the sopping cunt. "Yes, that is what
you must do."

"What...oh!...what do you mean?" a shocked Athena managed to gasp
during this open penetration of her sex.

"Take them from someone else. From someone we bring to you."

"Oh. You mean I (Ah!) can't ask you, my...my only friend in this
terrible (My God!) school for help, but must...must instead
(Paige, please!) ask someone else, some stranger?"

"No, not at all. You must take their clothes from them."

Athena couldn't believe it. The girl's simple touch was having a
devastating effect on her. She could barely understand what
Paige was asking her to do, the ridiculous sensations coming from
her abused sex were so great. It was so embarrassing. Standing
like this, naked and helpless in front of some stupid
underclassmen, and all she wanted to do was cum!

She tried to focus on what Paige was saying, but it all sounded
so crazy, Athena was sure that there must be some mistake.

"(Gasp!) You mean that...that...that I have to s-strip another
person for their clothes?"

"Another girl," Paige agreed as she moved behind the naked
reporter. "Yes."

"My God! Strip a g-girl...for...for her clothes?!? You...you
can't be serious."

"Yup. Otherwise you walk out of here as naked as the day you
were born."

"Paige! Please! You're sounding as crazy as...as Bohon. I
can't do that. I can't."

From behind, Paige kissed Athena on the side of the neck and
then the nude reporter really started to shiver.

"Yes, you can." Paige kissed the side of Athena's slender neck
again. "And, yes, you will."

Lisa turned to them and said, "She's coming."

"We caught the Nurse's assistant, Nancy, just before she left for
the day. She'll be here in a moment."

"Nancy? The junior who works in the Nurse's Office?"

"Yes, that's right, Nancy. She hates you by the way."

"Nancy hates me?"

"It's like talking to a child," Paige sighed to Natalie. Turning
to Athena, she said, "That's right. She hates you a lot. A lot
of people hate you. Why? I simply can't imagine. Still, it
would serve her right if you of all people take her."

"But I...I can't...do that!"

"Up to you. But I understand that Tara and her friends will be
picking you up in the parking lot in about 20 minutes, so you
don't have much time."

"Oh, God! Tara! I forgot all about her!"

"So if you want to go to the mall naked..."

"Oh, no! Please, not that! Not with Tara! She'll...she'll...!"

"Well, then."

"I'm...I'm so confused. I can never think when I'm...like this
with others. I don't know what..."

"Nancy's very straight, so if you get her to cum a few times you
can probably strip her with no problem."

"Oh, God! Oh, God! This is terrible! Make her...c-cum? You
mean, seduce her?"

"She can be taught," observed Natalie.

"No. No...I'm...I'm straight. I'm not like that. I'm not like
that at all."

"Right. Lay down."

"What?"

"Lay down. She thinks you're sick."

"Ohhh, But I don't...Ow!" cried a shocked Athena as Paige reached
around and cruelly tweaked both of the reporter's sore nipples.

"Okay! Okay!"

*****

Nancy Allen was in a hurry. She had changed from her school
clothes into something more suitable for the malls and was
anxious to do some serious shopping. Her standard low-waist
jeans and midriff bearing top were no longer allowed under the
school's dress code, thanks to that superior bitch Valentine, so
now she always had to change in the Nurse's Office after school,
to avoid the embarrassment of being seen in public wearing her
(ugh) school clothes.

It was prom night, yet she was going shopping instead of going
home to get ready as all of her friends were undoubtedly doing.
Nancy had not been invited, and she was crushed. Was it her
fault that she was very particular who she went out with? Her
parents had always told her that possessing high standards was
the key to having a quality life. Plus, she was saving herself
for her wedding day, and always made sure that she primly told
her date that as soon as they were out the door, regardless of
where they were going, just in case he should get the wrong idea
about her. Yet Nancy couldn't understand why that always seemed
to put a damper on things for the remainder of the evening, when
it was intended to only take the pressure off everyone. She
certainly felt better afterwards, why didn't the guys? She was
just being truthful with her date, in case he should ever go out
with her again and start expecting a lot more then she was
certainly prepared to give. Odd, but they never did ask her out
after that. Well! Their loss!

Today her schedule allowed her to spend most of the day helping
Miss Henderson in the Nurse's Office, where she had been
constantly bombarded by her friends with the oddest stories about
that bitch Valentine. Nancy hated the way Valentine coldly used
everyone to get whatever she wanted. But it was how she used the
school's beloved nurse, old Miss Henderson, that bothered Nancy
the most. Valentine was always in the office, whining to the
nurse about one thing or another, her only motive being to be
excused from yet another class if not the entire day, the
manipulating bitch. In spite of Nancy's whispered warnings that
she was just being used, Miss Henderson would always sign the
excuse, then tell her after the victorious Athena Valentine had
bounded out of the office, "It's all right, dear. Not worth
bothering yourself. She'll get her comeuppance someday, I'm
sure."

"Ha!" was Nancy's only response to that bit of wishful thinking.
In her experience, girls like Athena NEVER received their
'comeuppance' (whatever that was). From cradle to grave,
everything they touched turned to gold. [Sigh]

As she walked quickly down the hall, Nancy considered Elizabeth
Borden's ultimate golden girl. Athena Valentine! What a stupid
name! What could her parents, if she had any, have been
thinking? The school had always been in a constant buzz about
Valentine ever since her arrival months ago, but nothing like
this. Today the rumor mill was in high gear and the word going
around was that Athena Valentine was acting rather outrageously,
even for her. According to what she heard, the stuck-up bitch
had done everything except rape the entire girl freshman class!
Valentine Envy, that's what it was. She was so inhumanly
perfect, so beautiful, that naturally she always got what she
wanted, and, even more naturally, everyone wanted to be her. It
made Nancy's blood boil just thinking about it.

And now this. Just as she was getting ready to change and get
the hell out of the asylum, those strange Three Amigos (some
interesting rumors about them were making the rounds today as
well) show up at the door and asked if she could go to Room 135
(Mrs. Bohon's) of all places because there might be a sick girl
there. How sick they wouldn't say (underclassmen!), but they
assured her she could change first, and if she could just take a
look at the girl on her way out, they would be very grateful.

"'Grateful'! Ha!" snorted Nancy as she hurried even faster down
the hall. It was probably someone's cat.

*****

Nancy Allen impatiently burst into the room and stopped dead in
her tracks. On the floor was an astonishingly beautiful if
rather unkempt naked girl who bore a remarkable resemblance
to...to...Athena Valentine!

"Whoa! What the hell!"

"That's her, all right," agreed Paige.

"But that's...that's..."

"The Bitch Queen herself," said Natalie with a devilish grin.

"But she's...she's..."

"Yes, isn't she though?" said Lisa.

"My God! We need to call the paramedics!"

"Would you just take a look at her, first?" said Paige calmly.
"I don't think she's that bad."

"My God! Not that bad?? Ha! Look at her! My God! Look, I
just do the filing and pass out aspirins. We need a professional
medical person here! She could be in serious trouble."

"Jesus! Calm down. Just take a look at her, will you?"

"My God! Just look. Okay, I'll just..., er, look."

"You had better take off that coat first."

"What? My coat? Why?

"Hate to see that beautiful pea-coat get dirty from the floor."

"Oh. Of course."

Nancy never saw the looks of anticipation on the three young
devils' faces as her coat was slid off of her young body. Her
eyes were fixed on the thing laying before her. Athena
Valentine, total beauty, lay there completely naked. Nancy tried
not to stare but she couldn't help it, and her look didn't go
unnoticed by the three watchers, either.

Nancy's eye started on those perfect little toes and moved, oh so
slowly, up the perfect arches, then ankles. Up her eyes went.
Athena skin looked so soft, and even shiny! Her legs were
awesome, as was her hips, tummy, chest, neck, eyes.............
God, all this time and she never really looked at her. Athena
was the prettiest girl she'd even seen. There wasn't a pinch of
fat anywhere, not a pimple, or blemish, and those breasts! "Oh
My!" Nancy's mind screamed as she watched them raising and
falling sexily as Athena lay there.

*****

Athena was trying not to shiver on the cold floor. Natalie had
positioned her, laying the dazed senior on her back, hands at her
sides, with her knees raised and her feet flat and spread far
enough on the ground so that Natalie could stand between them.
It was humiliating! She felt so exposed! Athena could not
understand it. Why had Paige, her only friend here, allowed the
terrible Natalie to do this? The girl obviously didn't like her
at all!

But Athena had little time to wonder about what was happening.
Ever since the Nurse's Assistant had entered the room, Athena had
been carefully watching everything through slit eyes. She just
could not understand why her darling Paige would want her to do
such an awful thing to the unsuspecting girl. She had to have
clothes of course, otherwise she would be trapped naked in this
terrible room and at the mercy of Bohon for the rest of her life.
It was too terrible a prospect to even think about! Yet, she
couldn't think about humiliating a student just for her own
selfish ends.

Yet she was thinking about it. Stripping another girl? Was it
even possible? How could she accomplish such a thing? She
certainly could not rip them off, because clothes that were
damaged or even ruined would not do her any good at all. Okay,
then. She would have to coax them off. Why must it be someone
else's clothes, though? Of course, Paige must have a good reason
for wanting her to do this. She was her best friend after all,
wasn't she? Even if Athena was far superior in every way to the
much younger girl, she still held the teen in deep affection.
After all, wasn't Paige the one who was always there to help her
when she needed it? Paige must truly like her, she must, for her
to always be doing things for her like that. Yet Athena was now
laying full-length on the floor in her shameful nudity waiting to
strip another girl, and all because of Paige. It was all so
confusing!

Athena was so tired and bewildered right now, she had no idea
what to think anymore. Yet when the girl (Her girl!) came into
the room, Athena immediately felt a familiar pulsing in her
vagina. Oh God! She was tingling already, tingling at the
thought of stripping this poor girl! She must be sick! Sick!

[Natalie had kicked off her right sandal and was unobtrusively
plying a long slender foot over the distracted Athena's tender
vulva.]

She had be insane to be even thinking about doing this terrible
thing to the unsuspecting Nurse's assistant. Yet she watched
with surprising interest as the three girls practically knocked
each other over while racing to help Nancy off with her coat.
The brunette was very striking, Athena had to admit. She found
herself intrigued by the bobbing of the small unfettered breasts
underneath the tight buttoned top, but was even more intrigued by
the flat tummy which flashed whenever the girl moved. Below it
would also show a narrow vermilion band which extended from under
the waistband of the low tight jeans. Her panties! Her sexy
panties on display!

*****

Nancy looked at the prostrate senior and wondered how to begin.
The fact that the girl was naked didn't help at all. In fact, it
was very unsettling to be even in the same room as the nude
Athena Valentine, and she was at a loss as to the reason why. Of
course Nancy had seen undressed girls before, but she had never,
ever encountered anyone who on being naked, so bothered her. She
absently began to fan herself with her right hand. Why was it so
hot in the room? It wasn't this warm when she first came in.
It's a good thing they helped her with her coat.

But, hot or not, she had an important job to do and she knew she
was wasting possible critical time. Gathering up her courage,
the Nurse's assistant carefully approached the very still Athena
Valentine and knelt beside her.

The room seemed to go up several degrees as she shook her head
trying to think of what to do next.

"Shit!" Nancy muttered to herself. "What was it Henderson always
said to look for first? 'Boobs'? Ha! I mean 'blood', yes,
'blood'. 'Blood, breathing, heart', that's it! Okay, blood
first."

The girl quickly looked around the golden body while trying
desperately to avoid staring directly at it. She'd never really
looked at one before, well, not someone else's anyway, and this
one looked so...hot! And hairless! My God! What happened to
her damn hair, down there? Did Athena shave or was it naturally
hairless? It was so smooth and...glossy! Nancy could swear
Athena was wet, or was she? Jesus! She couldn't just keep
staring down there. She blushed and tried to think what to do
next. "Great, no blood. Heart next."

"Is it hot in here to you guys?" Nancy asked, not looking away
from Athena's naked body as she wiped her sweating brow with her
forearm.

"Hot, sure it is," Lisa grinned, which set the other two
grinning as well. This was not going to be easy, but it was
promising to be oh so sweet.

Nancy looked up annoyed at the immature trio (underclassmen!),
and wondered what they had to be so hay about. She picked up
Athena's left hand and put her fingertips firmly on the underside
of the wrist. She found the pulse easily and was surprised at
how fast the girl's heart was racing. No way she could count
this, it was going much too fast for her. But at least the heart
was okay.

"We have a pulse," said Nancy to the Three Amigos as
professionally as she could.

"What a relief," said Natalie dryly.

"Nat!" warned Lisa.

Oh God! Now she had to look at Athena Valentine's chest! Nancy
watched for a subtle rise and fall, but could only stare
fascinated at the perfect, big breasts as they rose from the
senior's chest. She automatically looked for any signs of
surgery, but could find none. Nancy was astonished. "That
bitch!" she thought, full of envy. "Those are real!"

Nancy then stared at Athena's swollen nipples in wonder. Oh my!
Look at how erect those nips are! And what in hell does that
mean? She wanted to touch them, to see if they were as stiff as
they appeared, but she dismissed the crazy thought. What would
these other girls think of her if she did something like that?
But no matter where she looked, she still could not determine if
there was any movement.

"Could one of you open a window or something?" Nancy grumbled,
as she held Athena's very warm wrist. The heat seemed to leak
out of it and soak right into her hand, making the room grow even
hotter.

Nancy still could not tell if Athena was breathing or not.
"Damn. Maybe a few breaths couldn't hurt."

She cleared Athena's wild hair away from her face, then tilted
the girl's head back. She ran two fingers in the open mouth to
check for any potential obstructions and was shocked when Athena
suddenly closed her mouth and began to suck on them! The
unconscious girl was sucking on her fingers!

"Yikes!" Nancy yelped in surprise. She tried to jerk them out of
the wet cavity, but Athena was holding her fingers gently in her
teeth and Nancy was terrified of doing anything stupid that would
hurt either Athena or herself.

"What's wrong?" asked Paige.

"Ha!" Nancy snorted nervously. "Nothing. Nothing at all."

The trapped teen squirmed in acute embarrassment as the sucking
continued, but she tried not to indicate to the other girls that
anything was out of the ordinary. She was the one who was
suppose to be the expert after all. "This is very weird," she
thought. "Kind of sexy though."

Nancy watched in wonder as Athena's hands began to move. They
danced above the prone senior's head. They looked like things
alive, animated of their own violation. They were so graceful,
Nancy soon found herself mesmerized. The weird sucking of her
trapped fingers continued, yet Nancy's attention was completely
drawn to those wonderful hands. She had never heard of anything
like it. Did Athena have a concussion or something? Was that
why she was acting in such a strange fashion for someone who was
unconscious? The hands swam in the air, moving towards the
astonished teen, and then went away again. It was only when the
hands started to inadvertently brush the front of her top and
come into contact with her breasts, that she tried to move away
from them. To her chagrin, Nancy found that her captured fingers
would not let her escape from the dancing hands.

"Oh!" Nancy yelped as each hand accidentally caught both of her
nipples between fingers.

"Are you okay? Should we get someone to help you?" asked Lisa.

"Oooohhh!" gulped Nancy as her tender nipples were gently tweaked
between tight fingers before the hands moved away again. "N-no.
I'm fine. Of course I'm fine. I j-just need to see how badly
she is hurt, that's all."

"Please open a window, I'm getting really warm here!" Nancy
pleaded as the tongue continued it's sexy dance around her
fingers, sucking, licking. She could feel the sweat start to run
down the sides of her face as the hands occasionally bumped or
even pressed onto her tits. "What could the stupid bitch be
thinking of?" Nancy wondered. It was so weird, but so hot.

Nancy began to wish she had worn a bra as the hands began to
brush against her front more and more. She briefly stole a look
at the three girls watching her with such interest, but they gave
no sign that anything was wrong at all. In fact, they gave the
distinct impression that things were going very well indeed,
although Nancy had not the slightest clue as to why on earth they
would feel that way. She thought that things were going very
badly. How could she check this girl out if the silly thing kept
touching her like this. It was all so distracting!

The sucking was bad enough, but this accidental brushing of her
chest was really starting to get to her, especially when the
fingers would clamp onto her tingling nipples! She was still
kneeling over the unconscious senior, and her hanging tits were
within easy reach of the dancing hands and there wasn't a damn
thing she could think of to stop her. What was she suppose to
do? Protest to a poor girl who was unconscious to stop touching
her? Have these strange Amigos save her from this poor victim?
The very same victim that she was suppose to be helping!

To her eternal shame, her bothered nipples had become quite erect
and were plainly visible, poking through the thin material of her
top. Oh, God! This is awful! Please God, let no one notice!
Why did she take her bra off when she changed clothes? How
stupid!

Her heart was racing beneath her chest and she was really
starting to feel quite breathless. It was all so weird! Why was
she feeling this way?

The Three Amigos watched the nubile reporter suck Nancy's
fingers, and then start toying with the girl's breasts, with the
girl not even trying to stop her. This was working out even
better than they had hoped. They really didn't think Nancy would
let anyone touch her the way Athena was touching her now, let
alone openly play with her tits while they looked on. This was
better they anything they'd ever seen. The three huddled close
to each other and watched the exciting scene unfold before them.

"OHHH!" Nancy cried as fingers began to pull on her nipples
again, stretching them, twisting their soft firmness until she
feared that the fingers would unknowingly pull on them too far
and she would lose them. But as her nipples were unknowingly
abused, Nancy Allen began to feel the oddest sensation in her
crotch, as if her pussy had developed the most peculiar itch.
She pressed her thighs together to try and still the strange
feelings, but the more her nipples became captive of the dancing
hands, the greater the itch became.

Paige giggled as she watched Nancy clamp her legs together,
knowing what was happening to the girl. "Is there a problem,
Nancy?"

"Ohhhh-h O-of course N-not. I've seen this b...(Oh God!)
before. Ohhh m-my... It's probably just an (GASP!)unconscious
reaction to...(ooohhh), well...(aahhh). Please open the DAMN
window, will you. I'm burning up!"

She closed her eyes the better to fight these unwanted sensations
pouring though her body. It was a few moments before Nancy
realized that the sensations were indeed lessening. She opened
her eyes sheepishly and saw that Athena's mouth was slackly open,
and the dancing hands had come to rest by Athena's sides. A
breathless Nancy was finally able to retrieve her tingling
fingers.

"Phew! That was strange!" Nancy gasped as she tried to slow her
breathing.

"What was?" asked Lisa.

"What? Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself."

"Okay, so what's next?" asked Paige.

Nancy had been so focused with what Athena had been doing to her,
that she completely forgot what she was supposed to be doing.

"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Nancy. "What's next? Well, how about a
couple of breaths, just to make sure she getting air?"

"Sounds cool," agreed Natalie.

"Here goes, then," Nancy said nervously as she tried to catch her
breath. She fervently hoped that she had seen the end of all
those distracting and very weird sensations that had almost made
her forget why she was there. Nancy leaned over and placed her
mouth over Athena's. "Count me," she ordered before taking a
deep breath and making contact on the full sensuous lips that
looked so oddly inviting below her.

"MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm!" protested Nancy as a tongue suddenly invaded
her mouth. She tried to stay in position and start her
'breaths', but her mouth's intruder made that impossible. Her
first aid instructors never said anything about this! Nancy
instinctively moved to get away but something pressed against the
back of her head and held her close to the strange invader.

Nancy tried pushing out the offending organ (must be some kind of
reflex) with her own tongue, but the duel soon left her feeling
dizzy and even more breathless then she was before. Her arms
fluttered helplessly at her sides as Nancy Allen struggled
against the devastating effects of her first lesbian kiss, Her
eyes grew large as she desperately looked around the room, trying
to get the attention of any one of the three so she could signal
she needed help. Athena's tongue danced around in her mouth
doing the same things it had done to her fingers earlier, and it
was even weirder and even HOTTER than before.

Totally consumed by what was happening in her mouth, the very
distracted student had no idea what was going on around her. The
mischievous Natalie, ignoring Paige's stern look of disapproval,
was busy taking off Nancy's sturdy black shoes and
cartoon-character socks. Once the slender feet with their
carefully painted nails were bare, Natalie carefully massaged
them. A grinning Lisa looked at Paige and shrugged her
shoulders. She lifted her hands from the back of Nancy's head,
but always replaced them whenever the girl tried to raise her
head, until the time she removed her hands and the weakly
struggling Nancy remained firmly fastened to Athena's ravenous
mouth. Lisa began undoing the tight bun of hair on the back of
Nancy's head, letting the thick auburn hair fall freely.

Paige looked up to the ceiling in defeat and happily joined her
friends in the taking of the Nurse's Assistant. She reached
around Nancy's waist and, below the soft swell of the girl's
trembling tummy, unfastened the thin embroidered belt, then
popped opened the snap and pulled down the short zipper located
on the front of the low waisted jeans. As she removed the belt,
Paige noticed that one end had a rounded metal tip. She placed
the tip in her mouth and sucked on it as she looked thoughtfully
at the kneeling girl's hips and opened waist!

Paige knelt and slowly fed the metal tip down the back of the
unaware teen's panties, stopping only when the tip was centered
between the quivering buttocks. Feeling outside the thin denim,
Paige worked the belt's end around until the tip was pressed
against the tight rosebud of the distracted Nancy's anus.
Leaving the tip held in place by the tight panties and jeans,
moved away, and wondered impishly when it would be a good time to
play "Pin the Tail on the Nancy"?

Athena was in a complete turmoil. This girl looked so good, so
fresh, Athena wanted nothing more than to eat her alive!! But it
was so evil of her to even think that. Oh God! Oh God! What
was she to do? The delightfully scented smell of her was driving
Athena crazy! She knew it was terribly wrong, that her sickness
had taken over and she was out of control again, but she could no
longer help herself. Her blasted mind had been through too much
and she gave up trying to think. She was naked and at the total
mercy of these strange young girls, but that did not concern her
any more. Her needs were all that mattered now, and she needed
this girl!

It had been pure instinct which made her suck on the girl's
slender fingers (which tasted pleasantly of sandalwood). At the
first taste of Miss Allen, Athena knew she had to have her! It
was pure selfish need which guided her tongue into the surprised
girl's hot unwilling mouth. Her strong feelings of guilt
notwithstanding, as the teen struggled above her the reporter no
longer hesitated to take advantage of the astonishing situation,.
Athena's hands, slipping stealthily between her body and the
weakly struggling Nancy's, swiftly worked their way down the
unsuspecting girl's top, undoing every button they encountered.
When they reached the student's jeans, Athena was surprised to
find that they were already opened. She could not believe it!
Nancy had opened her own jeans! The dazzled Athena was shaken to
her very soul! It could only mean one thing, she realized
happily. The girl knew what was going on! All thoughts of guilt
quickly fled as her hands brushed against the front of the teen's
silky panties. It was all an act, an act put on for her benefit!
It was Paige, of course, her darling Paige playing one of her
strange games. Paige had arranged it all just for her! And she
had been worried about what was going on! How silly!

Athena reached into the opened front with her right hand and
briefly cupped the covered mound of the girl's sex between the
cool thighs. Yes! It was damp! Her unwilling victim was really
a part of the game after all! How wonderful! She gave the mount
a loving squeeze, then reluctantly pulled her hand away. So
close! So close! Yet, she couldn't give the game away now, not
after all the trouble Paige and her friends had gone to just for
her. It was like a surprise party that she already knew about.
She would just have to act surprised and go through with the
'seduction', so as not to disappoint everyone.

Consumed by an irresistible impulse, the reporter reached around
the 16-year-old's slim waist and began slowly pulling the exposed
material towards her. When the material would pull no farther,
her left hand when back around, reached into the girl's open
front, and found the slick material there. Pulling tightly at
each end, Athena began to work the taught material slowly back
and forth, sawing it over Nancy's now vulnerable privates, never
realizing that each time she pulled the belt tip burrowed ever
deeper into the girl's trembling anus.
Lost in the act of her seduction, a joyful Athena thought nothing
of the cloth belt which seemed to be caught in Nancy's panties.

Nancy had no idea what was happening. She had come to help
someone, and now she was the one who needed help! She felt very
dizzy and knew she was close to fainting. Nurse Henderson had
never told her about this! She felt so odd! Athena was sucking
her, consuming her and she had no idea why, nor could she do
anything to prevent it. Was this some sort of strange victim
reaction to first aid? And her panties! Of all the times to get
a wedgie! Her kneeling in these tight jeans must have caused it.
It had happened before but nothing like this, this was a super
wedgie, a super sexy wedgie! They had embedded themselves deeply
between her ass cheeks that the lacy material was tickling her
backdoor. The feeling was so intense it was almost as if
something had entered her. How insane was that? But the rubbing
material cutting into the very sensitive flesh of her pussy, was
causing her the most trouble. It was driving her crazy! It was
a terrible itch she dare not scratch! Yet what could she do,
drop her jeans in front of everyone and start rubbing herself?

But it was what was happening to her mouth that Nancy found truly
devastating. Unable to struggle any further, Nancy could only
kneel passively over her first patient and try and still her
wildly beating heart as the intruder took complete possession of
her mouth (her mouth!), slowly exploring every wet inch of it,
Athena's calmly playing with Nancy's pliant tongue.

Even without Lisa's hands to hold her, the disheveled girl
remained where she was, occasionally mewing piteously as some new
strange sensation flowed helplessly through her. Athena left the
bunched panties and moved her hands to the girl's small, pointed
breasts, and the bewildered Nancy Allen started mewing more than
ever. Having seen what Paige had done, Natalie was having a
wonderful time pulling and twisting the back of Nancy's vermilion
panties to press the belt tip in ever deeper, while Lisa was
running her hands lightly over the sweating girl's sensitive
sides and ribs under her open top. Paige squeezed a hand between
Nancy's tightly clenched thighs and repeatedly caressed the
secret delights she knew were hidden behind the thin denim
crotch.

Paige was angry at first at her two friends for taking advantage
for Nancy. She had wanted Athena to do it all herself, but she
was glad the other two once again didn't listen to her. This was
much more fun than just watching. Oh yes it was! Nancy's crotch
felt like it was on fire under her palm. Yum!

Nancy began move her hips slightly. She was sure her damn
panties must be digging in again, because she was getting the
oddest sensations from between her legs, even more intense than
before. In was peculiar, because the more she moved her hips,
the greater the sensations became, almost as if she were
encouraging them by having to react to them. How strange was
that! But she just couldn't stop her hips from moving. She had
to find some relief from those crazy sensations building around
her pussy and ass, she had to! She rose up on her knees and
spread her legs as far apart as she could and began to flex her
thighs while moving her hips up and down, but the weird
sensations around her hips not only continued but increased
dramatically. Paige was now working the innocent girl's pussy
with both hands between the widely spread thighs. Soon the
incredible tingling caused Nancy's body to start undulating as
the sensations first drove her in one direction and then another.


Yet, in spite of everything, Nancy still remembered why she was
there. This was a girl, in spite of her strange actions or
perhaps because of them, obviously needed her help. Although she
gamely kept trying, Nancy had no idea who was passing oxygen to
whom any more. Athena had taken complete possession of her
mouth, and it was the totally bewildered Nancy who was following
Athena's breathing and not the other way around. She felt her
body going increasingly out of control. It was as if the
powerful Athena Valentine was sucking not just the air but the
very soul out of her, leaving behind only a mindless husk of
deadly sensations. She wondered if it was just because she was
nervous, being with her first real victim who required first aid.
But, whatever the reason, Nancy Allen was feeling terribly on
edge, almost excited, in a way she had never felt before. Not
being able to really breath was making her feel very
light-headed, while Athena's strangely active tongue wasn't
helping either. Nancy knew she should break contact periodically
to give herself air and a little escape from that overpowering
tongue, but something unknown within her now kept her in a deadly
mouth-lock with the perfect Miss Valentine.

Finally, after a particularly devastating caress by the unseen
Paige, Nancy raised her head and went completely stiff! She felt
herself suddenly on the verge, her tingling pussy about to
explode. "Oh, No!" she gasped aloud. "NO!" She was about to
climax!

Paige watched Nancy raise up on all fours, arching her back with
her head thrown back. She knew Nancy was oh, so close, so very
close, and in her own excitement wanted very much to push her
however unwilling over the edge. Paige grabbed the front and
back of the tormented Nancy's panties and gave them a few
vigorous tugs back and forth to heighten Nancy approaching
orgasm. The panties dug deeper between Nancy swelling pussy lips
and into her ass crack.

"Oooohhhhhhhh!!! NNNOooooooooo!!!" moaned Nancy as she reared
back and sat on her heels. The last time this almost happened
was when some friends had talked her once into going horseback
riding wearing just a bikini. Oh, God! That relentless pounding
on her crotch! Woof! And now it was happening again!

Nancy fought the unexpected urge desperately, pounding her fists
on her thighs. Something within her wanted to open up and
release the terrifying emotions trying to escape from deep inside
her body, but she dared not do such a thing. To lose control of
her body so intimately in public would be an embarrassment she
could never survive. Unthinkable, unthinkable!

In a few heart-stopping moments the terrible need passed and she
rested her opened hands flat on her sore thighs. With vast
relief, the confused teen at least knew she was safe again.
"Thank God," she breathed in relief at her escape from this
ultimate humiliation. But the closeness of almost cumming in
front of these other girls caused her to start shaking. Becoming
suddenly weak, she collapsed over Athena's chest. "Sweet Jesus!"
she thought. "I almost came! Not a guy in sight and I almost
creamed my jeans! What the hell is going on?"

It was as she lay limply across Athena Valentine, trying to
recover from her near disaster, that Nancy realized that
something was touching her chest. HANDS WERE ON HER BARE
CHEST!!!

She jerked her head up and saw with a sick horror that the
unconscious Athena Valentine was touching her naked breasts
and...and smiling while she did so!

"Oh God!" she thought. "What is this? What's wrong with this
bitch?" Nancy sat up and looked down in stunned amazement at the
two gently squeezing hands which were still covering her swollen
tits through the front of her open top.

The Nurse's Assistant could find no sign from the smiling Athena
that the prostrate senior was even aware of this very bizarre
thing that she was doing to her. "Maybe this is part of the
reaction," Nancy thought numbly, her befuddled mind barely able
to function. "Oh God! Maybe the poor girl thinks she's holding
her own tits!"

Yet it was her own reaction which stunned Nancy Allen even more.
Her shoulders were pulled back, as if she was offering her chest
to the unaware hands. Here she was with a girl actively touching
her breasts, yet, instead of running screaming from the room, all
she could do was collapse like a puddle of warm wax, a candle
left to melt in the sensuous tropical sun.

No one had ever touched her like that before and she was truly
stunned at how good it felt. Who knew that her small tits were
capable of such wonderful sensations, her nipples so stiff they
seemed ready to pop? She felt could just stay there forever!
But, good or not, the 16-year old student knew that this wasn't
right. This wasn't right at all! She was suddenly aware of the
other girls in the room who were watching and became terribly
ashamed.

Gathering her strength, Nancy stood and staggered past the
watching Three Amigos. She tried for the hall door but as she
walked she almost came again, her panties doing terrible things
to her sex, and instead went to the large teacher's desk at the
front left corner of the room. There she could recover once
again and finally fix her underwear from its devastating effects.
Nancy leaned panting against the front of the desk, and noticed
how the floor felt cool on her bare feet. She wondered where she
had taken off her shoes.

The hair on the back of her neck stood in alarm as Nancy felt a
presence behind her. She turned and was stunned to see the
fabulous Athena Valentine standing directly in front of her, so
beautiful in her golden nudity, her face glistening from their
combined saliva. Shaken at the sight, Nancy quickly turned away
again. She was unaware as Athena lightly pulled the dazed teen's
opened top from her shoulders and let it fall unheeded to the
floor.

Athena turned the girl around again. Athena leaned forward
slightly and kissed her. Nancy was paralyzed. She could do
nothing except moan in weak protest, "Mmmmmmmm."

Athena pulled her head back and stared deeply into teen's
frightened eyes. "It's okay," whispered Athena calmly. "I know
all about it."

Nancy wondered what in hell she was talking about. Lost in
Athena's smoldering gaze, Nancy could only close her own eyes and
stand passively when Athena pulled their bodies together. The
student luxuriated in the feel of the full firm breasts pressed
against her own small tits, their electrified nipples dueling.
This time when Athena pulled back and kissed her, Nancy
instinctively crossed her wrists behind Athena's neck and held
her close, yet in her very confused mind she was still undecided
as to what to do about any of this.

*****

The other three girls moved close to the embracing pair and
watched expectantly.

Paige, conscious of the passing time, made to finish the
stripping of Nancy Allen, but Lisa held her back. "Let her
finish it," Lisa whispered to Paige, then kissed her softly on
the neck.

Paige trembled at the touch. Lisa always had had that effect on
her. After her head cleared, she knew that her friend was right
as usual. Paige turned and gratefully kissed Lisa who had been
watching her carefully. "Thank you," she whispered back.
"You're always watching out for me."

"Hey, what about me?" whispered Natalie as she joined them.

The three girls stood with their arms around each other, heads
together.

"The Three Amigos!" laughed Paige softly.

"Damn straight," said Lisa.

"Amen," said Natalie.

Together they turned to watch the final taking of Nancy Allen.

*****

Nancy watched stupefied as Athena Valentine sank to her knees in
front of her. Down and down she went, until the beautiful
reporter only stopping when her face was directly in front
Nancy's crotch. Staring down over the pale smooth flesh of her
exposed front, Nancy realized with a start that her clothes had
all but disappeared. Her top was gone, and her jeans were open
and hanging low on her hips.

Heart racing, she watched Athena slowly reach out to the opened
front of her jeans. "Please fasten them," she prayed. "This is
all just a big mistake. Please, please fasten them. I know you
are going to fasten them. I just know you are."

But Athena did not fasten them at all. Instead, she pulled them
down the frightened teen's hips and trembling thighs until they
were bunched around her knees. In horror, Nancy saw that her
panties had somehow worked their way between her vulva and were
now deeply embedded deep within the soft tender folds of her
pussy, leaving only a very thin line of twisted material running
up to the waistband. Her sex, with its sensibly trimmed black
pubic hair was completely visible to everyone in the room!

After looking at the exposed cunt for a wondrous moment, Athena
reached out with her shaking right hand and, with her index
finger, touched the swollen labia.

"AAAHHH!!!!" screamed Nancy as she instinctively jumped at the
intimate touch. Tangled in her fallen jeans, the teen fell
backwards over the desk, landing heavily on the hard wooden
surface.

"OOF!!" she gasped, winded by the fall. She desperately to rise
again but could not. She knew she must have landed on a pile of
books or something because her hips rose above the desk, like an
offering of some kind to this strange beautiful girl. Worse,
there was a Thing now penetrating deep in her behind! Oh God!
This was terrible!

She raised her head and froze when she saw Athena standing
between her widely splayed thighs. Nancy watched in disbelief as
Athena began to slowly pull the twisted panties by the thin
waistband down the smooth hips.

"But I'm a girl!" Nancy cried desperately as the waistband
reached the level of her heated pussy. "You can't do this to me.
I'm a girl!"

But everyone ignored her and she dropped her head back onto the
desk, unable to watch any longer.

"HA!" Nancy gasped in shock as Athena abruptly pulled the
embedded material from her privates. "This is terrible!" she
thought. "They can see EVERYTHING!!" Silent tears of shame
flowed from her eyes as she felt her panties continue their
languid downward journey, only to stop at her knees with her
bunched jeans. But the stop was a brief one, because soon she
felt her jeans also being pulled down her legs, until she was
naked. NAKED!

"I'm a girl," Nancy mumbled in befuddled horror as Athena
positioned herself once again between the helpless teen's thighs.
"Why? Why are you doing this? I'm a girl."

Athena Valentine stared fascinated at the teen's dainty pussy a
scant few inches in front of her. She was close enough to easily
smell the intoxicating aromas coming from the precious slit.
Heavenly! Yet she found she could not continue. Even though the
girl was a part of this elaborate charade Paige had put on for
her benefit (although Nancy's pretended protests were most
convincing), Athena instinctively stopped before actually
consummating this act of pretend seduction. Everything had
happened so fast, she just didn't have time to do anything but
react to what was going on around her. Shouldn't Paige be doing
this to her? Wasn't she the Superior Woman here?

Paige walked behind the nude reporter's bent-over form, drew back
her opened right hand, and swung it down as hard as she could.

SMACK!

Buttocks stinging, Athena jerked forward in shock, only to find
her nose buried deep into Nancy Allen's pussy!

"AAHHH!" screamed Nancy as the long-fought climax suddenly
overwhelmed her. Her hips bucked, driving Athena's nose and the
insidious belt tip ever deeper inside of her erupting body!

"Lick it! Lick it all, you fucking bitch!" shouted Paige and she
spanked the struggling Athena again.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Owww!" Athena moaned as her tender buttocks burned. Tears
streamed down her face as she pulled her nose free, placed her
hands firmly on the girl's slim hips and began to dutifully slurp
up Nancy Allen's flowing wetness of sweet girl cum. At her first
taste of the teen's essence, a surprised Athena forgot everything
but the desire to drain this girl dry of every drop of her
precious fluids. Good! So good! As she alternately licked and
sucked, and Athena made sure to pay special attention to the
little erect soldier she found peaking coyly out of its folds of
flesh. What was left of Athena's mind reeled! "Her clit!" she
thought. "I'm doing her dear, sweet clit!"

Between mighty climaxes, a quaking Nancy tried to escape the
voracious, magic mouth fastened firmly between her legs but she
could not. Once again Athena seemed intent on sucking out her
very soul, but the sensations coming from her sex were so
unexpected, so fabulous, that the inexperienced Nancy was caught
without any way of defending herself against them. She was
certain that Athena Valentine was doing something terribly lewd
to her, but the bedazzled Nancy had no idea as what strange
things were happening to the secret place between her legs.
Whenever she dared to sneak a peek, all she could see was the
golden blonde head of her ravisher. Her body could only writhe
helplessly in pure sensual pleasure, her breasts dancing on her
chest, sweat dripping down her sides, as Athena's sucking mouth
worked the pulsating pussy below the wildly bucking hips. Unable
to help herself any longer, lost to all the world except the
sensations radiating throughout her long-deprived body, Nancy's
hands went to her tits, where she joyfully pulled and squeezed
the sensitive mounds as finally she gave herself up completely to
whatever the beautiful senior was doing to her!

The Three Amigos watched awestruck as the beautiful Athena
continued her task. Athena was so carried away that she did not
stop until long after a mindless Nancy Allen had jerked one last
time and lay insensible upon the desk, her hands still greedily
clutching her own breasts.

*****

Chest heaving, a sweating and completely exhausted Athena
Valentine looked in dull amazement at the unconscious form of the
naked teen. The girl had not be acting at all! She was out
cold! Oh, God! The realization cut her like a knife. She had
just stripped and seduced an innocent.

Lisa was at Athena's feet, holding Nancy's underwear. Athena
dutifully stepped into the bright panties, and Natalie pulled
them up until they stretched tightly over her hips. Athena felt
terrible! The panties were still warm and damp from their
previous owner. What had she done? What could she have been
thinking to do such a thing to someone, especially to a young
girl?

"I'll...I'll pay you back!" sobbed Athena quietly to the
unconscious teen. "Really I will."

"Still too much spirit," observed Paige. "She needs to calm down
a bit."

"No problem!" giggled Natalie as she helped Athena arms into the
sleeves of her new snug top. Athena's fingers were quite numb,
and she smiled sadly as Natalie had to button the top for her.
Natalie smiled happily at the sight of the small black buttons
straining ominously under the tension caused by the full,
high-set breasts in the too-small top, their proud contours
clearly visible under the tight material. "Oh, yummy!" Natalie
whispered. "This won't hold for long."

"I'm such a mess," Athena thought. "I can't even dress myself.
Thank God Paige and her friends found me. Thank God for Paige."

The Three Amigos had a wonderful time making certain that
Athena's new panties fitted her properly. Athena was worried
when hands somehow worked their way inside, but she was so
exhausted that she did not have to strength to protest, even when
they started to accidentally touched her secret places. The
girls were just trying to help, and she dully realized that it
was her own fault for losing her clothes in the first place. It
was when the fingers entered her and started rubbing against her
poor clit that she tried to protest and pull the offending hands
away, but by then it was too late for her to do anything except
shudder under another climax! Her hands fell limply to her sides
and it took all of her draining strength to stand on shaking legs
and not to collapse to the floor. Never hesitating, the girls
continued their abuse of the helpless reporter's crotch.

By her second climax the girls felt that Athena was ready. While
Natalie and Lisa made sure that Athena's nipples were erect and
clearly visible under the top, Paige had pulled down the very
dazed Athena's panties. It was when the girls had driven the
hapless Athena toward her third climax and she was close to
passing out that Paige inserted the slim vibrator deep into the
unaware reporter's sopping cunt.

"Ooohhh," moaned Athena as she weakly fought the shocking
sensations which threatened to make her cum once again. "What
are you doing to me?"

Paige only giggled in reply as she pulled up the panties nice and
tight once again. "Jeans, Lisa," she commanded.

Lisa brought over Nancy Allen's jeans and all three helped to put
them on the very limp 22-year old woman.

"So what's so special about that one?" Natalie asked, indicating
with a flick of her head the now very damp crotch band of
Athena's new panties.

Paige showed her a small remote control she had been holding in
the palm of her left hand. "The vibrator? I found it in with
Bohon's other stuff. This thing was attached to it. I think
it's the remote for it."

"Oh, my. How lovely is that?" Natalie observed happily. "Let's
try it!"

"Should certainly get her attention, anyway," said Lisa. "Wonder
what the range is?"

"Guess we'll just have to find out," Paige said. She fastened
the front of the low jeans, then twisted the pulled-up zipper
tab.

"What are you doing to that poor woman's crotch?" laughed Lisa.

"I found this tiny lock, I think it's for a suitcase or
something, in with Bohon's stuff," replied Paige.

"So what?" ask Natalie.

Paige looked briefly in exasperation at her friend, then returned
her attention to Athena's crotch.

"This is going to be great. I fixed the snap so that it can't
fasten, so she'll have to break this lock to get her jeans off."

"I ask again, so what? That ridiculous thing will last about
five seconds, even if she doesn't try and break it."

"I've also jammed the zipper. Now the only way she can strip to
get our special present out is for her to break the lock and rip
the zipper open! Meanwhile, we can drive her crazy with this
thing and there's nothing she can do about it. Is that cool or
what?"

"Yes, but.... Darn, I still don't get it."

"Natalie," said Lisa patiently. "She won't be able to fasten her
jeans again once they are opened. They are so low on her anyway,
she'll be losing her pants all over the place."

"Oh. Okay, that's what I thought."

"Natalie!" laughed Lisa.

"Enough!" said Paige. "Is she ready?"

"Her hair could use a combing," observed Lisa.

"No. She looks best with that nice freshly fucked look. It
suits her."

"Okay. You're the boss."

Natalie eagerly grabbed the remote from Paige's hand. "Now,
let's see what this button-thingy does."

"Wait!" warned Paige.

"UUUHHHHHH!!!" cried a stunned Athena Valentine as she doubled
over, hands clutching desperately at her electrified crotch!

"Natalie!" said Paige in disgust.

"Oops. A little too much there. My fault."

Lisa looked at the groaning reporter laying curled up on the
floor, her entire body pulsing from the devastating climax. "I
think you just made her..., well, you know."

"Well, fuck her if she can't take a joke," laughed Natalie.

*****

As The Three Amigos escorted the totally bewildered Athena
Valentine from the room, they encountered Mrs. Bohon and Mrs.
Nelson, the school's Principal.

"No. You're taking her with you?" Mrs. Nelson said, her voice
filled with disappointment. "But you can't!"

Chimed in Bohon, "Yes, that's right. You can't take her now. I
haven't finished with her yet. She still owes me a report."

"Sorry," Paige explained to the saddened women as she lovingly
caressed the dazed reporter's tightly covered ass, "but Athena
here has a really big night to get ready for, and we're late as
it is."

The school's Principal watched with interest Athena Valentine's
beautiful flushed face with the tiny cleft of concentration
between the thin arched eyebrows, the unfocused eyes, and the
tiny damp spot appearing low on the senior's crotch. "My, we
have been busy, haven't we?" she said. "How nice. But those
shoes! Ugh! They have got to go!"

"They are kind of big for her, but they're all we had," said
Paige. "Sorry."

"Good thing we brought these," said Bohon. In her raised right
hand were Athena's stylish pumps. "We found them floating around
the office."

"Oh, cool!" cried Natalie. She took the proffered footwear and a
short time later the very preoccupied Athena was wearing them.

"Thank you," said Paige sincerely. "I like to see her dressed
right."

"Honey," said Bohon, "that girl could make a burlap bag look
good!"

"I know," replied Paige. "She is...so special, isn't she?"

"Ah, excuse me," interrupted Lisa. "But we really don't have
time for this."

"Oh, my! Prom night!" Paige said. "I almost forgot!"

"Oh, boy!" giggled Natalie.

Paige looked at her friends. "We have to get out of here. Come
on, guys."

Natalie and Lisa each took one of Athena's limp arms and
proceeded to lead the dazed reporter down the hall. They were
closely followed by Paige who was having a great deal of fun
running her hands over Athena Valentine's firm working buttocks.

"Oh, we...ah...borrowed some of your toys, too" Paige said
bashfully over her shoulder.

"Well!" Bohon said in mock dismay to the departing girls. "What
didn't you take?"

"We did leave you a little something," said Lisa.

"A present, sort of," added Natalie. "It's in the room. It's
like a doll that when you pull on the cord, she sits up and
talks!"

"A present?" asked a very skeptical Mrs. Nelson. She opened the
door to the classroom and saw the very naked Nancy Allen laying
across Mrs. Bohon's desk. "Sue, come take a look at this."

There lay the proper Nancy Allen, Nurse's Assistant, with her
widely spread legs dangling off the edge of the desk. Her hands
were playing with her hard nipples. She looked very erotic, all
covered in sweat and her hair fanning out around her face, like
Mena Suvari in American Beauty. A look of contentment fill her
lovely young face as she lay there with dazed eyes, smiling to
herself.

Mrs. Bohon joined the Principal at the door. "That's what I call
a present," she murmured. She turned and called to the departing
group, "Thank you, girls!"

"Enjoy!" replied The Three Amigos.

"What do you think?" asked Bohon quietly when the girls had
reached the far end of the hall and disappeared after turning the
corner.

"Well," started Nelson matter-of-factly, "there are several
problems here. To begin with, this is a clear violation of the
school's dress code. Let's see, she's certainly has broken the
student behavior code by misusing personal properly with that
belt up her ass. Finally, she is here illegally by being in the
building after hours without a permission slip, and I do so hate
trespassers."

"She was such a promising student, too. Think we can save her?"

"Sue, I always maintain that there is no such thing as a student
without potential. Even if it takes all night, I'm perfectly
willing to work and work on her, doing whatever needs to be done,
constantly pounding it into her without respite until she finally
sees the light and becomes a student the school would be proud of
having."

"'Proud of having', yes," sighed Bohon. "Well said. Shall we
begin?"

"By all means. But first, please call her parents. Tell them
that Nancy Allen will be helping the school staff with Prom Night
until later this evening. Much later this evening. Oh, and
bring batteries from the supply cabinet in the office, will you?
Lots of batteries."

*****


*****

Athena Valentine, beautiful, poised, intelligent, was keenly
aware of the horrible, delightful things which were happening in
her cunt! Nothing else mattered for her! Nothing else existed
for her! It was now the focus of her being. No longer the
school's Superior Woman, coolly ruling over her easily won empire
at Elisabeth Borden High School, Athena had become, in a single
impossible day, a mass of over-charged sexual impulses that
responded wildly to the slightest touch. Nothing else was left
of her. Once again her proud body was no longer her own, but had
instead become the unwilling property of others. Athena wanted
to weep at the thought. Her perfect life was no longer hers to
command! It now belonged to...to these...these children who
surrounded her!

Her dazed mind could not fathom how such a thing could happen.
Yet she knew. Oh, yes, in spite of everything, she knew. Deep
in her absolute misery, Athena knew she was her own worst enemy.
She had betrayed herself.

She felt so helpless! Yet, what could she do? How do you fight
yourself? No matter what she did, outside forces always seemed
to overpower her once considerable internal strength and
discipline. Her life was no longer her own. She kept losing
control (and her clothes!), and frequently doing so under the
most humiliating of circumstances. Even the clothes she was
wearing now were not hers, but those she had deliberately taken
from an unsuspecting student, when her own fine things became
lost somewhere.

She could still taste the delectable teen she had seduced on her
lips, the wonderful scent still in her quivering nostrils, the
feel of the silky flesh on her finger tips.

"Oh, God!" she cried in anguish as she remembered the pretty
girl, left naked in a classroom. "So good, so good."

Athena walked in a dream world where nothing was real. Only the
constant glow from her cunt existed. The girls, in the playful
simplicity of children, had slipped something naughty into her
heated vagina, and it was driving her mad! She had been terribly
abused all day, yet the constant stimulation made her entire
tired body feel tingly and alive. Athena was ashamed to admit to
herself, but even after all that happened to her today, at this
moment all she wanted to do was find some private place and cum
in the worst way. To cum and cum and cum yet again. She was
sick!

She shook her head in despair. All she wanted to do was write a
story for her paper, The Free Press. To be a crack investigative
reporter, that was her dream, and this assignment was to be a
major stepping-stone towards her holy quest. But to continue now
would be unthinkable. She was totally out of control, and would
only continue to humiliate herself further until she had locked
herself away from the world for about a month. What had started
as a straightforward investigative assignment was now, thanks to
her, an unbelievable mess!

But how could she let down the people who believed in her? Would
Paige continue to look up to her if she did not take what was
rightfully hers, the title of this school's Prom Queen? Would
her trusting editor ever give her another assignment if she
failed yet again? And what about her own goals and self-image?
Could she ever hold her head up if she quit now?

Thank God she was at least in safe hands for the moment. Those
who were with her were girls who really cared for her (not like
that terrible Tara and her friends). Even if, as they led her
down the deserted halls, they were constantly touching her and
unknowingly driving her more and more out of her mind with
excitement, Athena knew that they were only touching her out of
friendship, and in their youthful innocence they had no idea what
troubles they were causing to her traitorous body!

*****

The four girls exited the building through a side door. The
Three Amigos stopped and looked at Athena Valentine in wonder.
It was clear from her beautiful flushed face and glazed eyes that
she had no idea of where she was or what was happening to her.
Her mouth was open slightly and a tiny bit of saliva trickled out
of the right corner of her sensual lips. Her chest heaved from
her ragged breathing, the nipples of her high-set 35C breasts
were incredibly erect through the tight material of the too-small
top. The former tiny damp spot on the crotch of her jeans had
grown to very noticeable proportions.

"Wow! Look at her!" gasped Natalie.

"It's you playing with that damn control that did this," grumbled
Lisa.

"What?" complained a smiling Natalie. "What'd I do?"

"You know."

"Oh, sure. And your hand on her tit, that's not doing anything
at all?"

"What about your hand on her ass?"

Paige gave the gasping Athena's vulva one last squeeze before
removing her right hand from between the reporter's trembling
legs.

"Stop it, both of you," commanded Paige. "We'll have one of our
domestic brawls later. That's her car over there in the parking
lot, isn't it?"

"It's an SUV," corrected Lisa.

"Her SUV," sighed Paige.

"And look who's parked right next to her," observed Natalie,
"with an entire empty lot to choose from. It's Tara and
Company."

"Perfect," said Paige.

"Sure you want to do this?" asked Lisa. "She's pretty
defenseless."

"Defenseless, this hypocritical bitch? Don't believe it!
Besides, it's her own stupid fault! Playing so high and mighty
with the rest of us, and all this time she's been fooling around
with Tara! Tara of all people! On Tara's own web site yet, in
that bitch's own bedroom! Jesus! The whole school's talking
about it. Athena-cam! Good grief! And not just Tara, I bet.
God only knows who else she's probably been with."

"Bohon?" said Lisa helpfully.

"Thanks for reminding me," muttered Paige.

Natalie giggled. "I knew we should have subscribed to that web
site."

"God, don't we see enough of that bitch Tara as it is, without
watching her as the star of her own TV show?" said Lisa.

"Not naked," responded Natalie.

"That's going to change," said Paige grimly. She turned to the
dazed Athena. "Go to your car."

"My...car?"

"It's an SUV."

"Lisa! Not now. Okay, Athena. Go to your SUV. It's right
where you left it."

"Y-yes."

The parking lot was on the other side of the campus, and the
quickest way was to go across a large athletic field.

Paige swatted Athena Valentine once on her perfect ass and the
dazed undercover reporter obediently started the long walk to her
large silver SUV.

Paige turned to Natalie. "Still have the controller?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Keep her occupied as long as you can."

"My pleasure."

*****

Athena was sad to be left alone by her friends, but was dumbly
grateful to be without their constant touching. The slowly
growing buzzing between her legs was bad enough without their
inadvertently adding to her out-of-control body's constant state
of over-heated excitement. Without their distractions, she was
finally able to notice thankfully, that the field was completely
empty. It would not do to have anyone see her in her present
distressed condition. With so many strange things happening
today, Athena knew she was safest with either Paige and her
friends or when completely alone.

Mentally and physically spent, Athena had no idea what she was
going to do when she got to her car. She wondered if she should
even try to drive in her current condition of trembling arousal.
Maybe she could just curl up in the storage area behind the back
seat and rest her eyes for a bit. That would be wonderful. She
desperately needed to clear away this sex-induced fog which was
so badly clouding her mind that she could hardly think.

The buzzing between her legs was ringing in her ears. She felt
increasingly weak and could barely see where she was going. The
rubbing of her tender thighs, and the slight movements of her
swollen breasts were becoming electrifying sensations for her.
The increasingly befuddled Athena felt she was being prepared for
something, but for what she had no idea.

"Keep walking," she muttered. "Keep walking."

Without being aware of it, Athena began to rub her right hand
over the front of her damp crotch. She did it lightly at first,
but soon increased the pressure until she was pressing her hand
firmly over her sex. Yet the action did nothing to help curb the
raging fires burning there. She could feel the vibrations
through the sweaty palm of her hand and she wondered at the
strange thing that was happening inside of her. So desperate to
stop the exquisite sensations, the constant buzzing which was
starting to eat into her very soul, she started to tug on the
waistband snap with her left hand while her right continued its
obscene rubbing. It was only then that the surprised Athena
discover a tiny lock was now holding her jeans closed. Still
walking, she desperately searched her pockets for a key, but
there wasn't one.

"Oh, God," she thought as she furiously rubbed her crotch in a
state of ever-increasing desperation. "Now what am I suppose to
do?"

The climax was building, building within her, and Athena knew she
was running out of time. She had to get these jeans off now,
otherwise...!

She started to run when suddenly a loud feminine voice rang out
behind her, "Athena Valentine! Whatever are you doing?" The
frightened reporter jerked to a stop.

Terrified, with her right hand still frozen guiltily over her
crotch, Athena turned to see two unfamiliar teens standing close
behind her.

****

"Natalie!" Paged said in exasperation. "What are Sara and Gina
doing here?"

"Why is it always me?"

"Because it is always you."

"Well, I just happen to run into them in the powder room, that's
all."

"And?" demanded Paige.

"And? And what?"

"And?" repeated Paige.

"Well, okay. All I did was mention that if they wanted to have a
piece of the new, certainly improved Miss Athena Valentine..."

"Oh, my," gasped Lisa. "Of all the girls to tell."

The presence of Sara and Gina in school always made The Three
Amigos a little nervous. These were the only other people in the
world who knew of the girls' secret lesbian life, and in fact
were the ones who actually introduced the startled Amigos to
Sapphic love one night under the pretense of a nude sleepover.
After that they had spent a few wonderful weekends together, in
what Paige called their "sexy pretzel," until the Amigos decided
that it would be best if they kept such activities to themselves,
as the other girls were more aggressive, and always wanted so
much more than the uncertain Amigos were ready or willing to give
them.

But this time the presence of the sexually aggressive Sara and
Gina was just the sort of thing Paige was looking for to give
Miss Athena Valentine something to think about before her night
of glory at the prom.

"Cool," exclaimed Paige. "I hope they both make that stuck-up
bitch's life real interesting."

"I thought you really liked her," said Lisa.

"I do like her," replied Paige. "The slut."

"Like her enough to give her to others, especially to girls like
that?"

"Especially to girls like that."

"Why? How could you?"

"You never did like Sara, did you?"

"After she kept touching me when I told her not to, then wanted
me to...to...! Ugh! Disgusting!"

"Wuss," sneered Natalie. "Chicken shit."

"Well it was!" complained Lisa. "Disgusting! Brrr! I tried,
Paige, really I did. You know I did. But I just...I just
couldn't. Not with her, not after what she did."

"And we were never with them again, because of it," said Paige.
"Were we?"

"No," agreed Lisa thankfully. "But what about Athena?"

"What about her? After treating us all like dirt ever since she
transferred here, I still gave her my heart and she...she...just
took it and threw it away. Don't worry, Lisa. Tonight will be
our turn to do some of the taking. Tara, Athena, and the rest of
those damn seniors. Our turn."

"Oh, yeah!" giggled Natalie. "Hey, look! The fun's about to
start."

*****

Athena groaned to herself at the interruption. All she wanted to
do was get to her car. Athena had no idea who these girls were,
except that they were obviously part of the faceless mass of
underclassmen which she deliberately ignored, unless of course
one of them had something she wanted, which was rarely. Well,
there was no reason for this bunch to know that anything was
wrong, no reason at all.

Still, this was not what she needed right now, to be confronted
by underclassmen who were far beneath her. Most days she would
talk to them in the most condescending of ways, treating them as
her part of the school's queen demanded. She would quickly put
them in their place, and leave them in tears, completely
humiliated. But with all that was going on, she didn't need this
sort of bother at all.

"Hi, Athena," Sara called out.

"H-hello," Athena answered uncertainly. She finally noticed her
right hand and, shocked, tried to discretely slide it away from
her heated crotch, but the movement did not go unnoticed by
anyone. "Can I...can I help you?"

"Are you sure that top is long enough? It looks to me like you
are breaking the rules," Sara asked her.

"What? My t-top? No, I...I measured it myself, and it meets the
rules exactly," Athena responded weakly. She knew perfectly well
that the borrowed top which was barely covering her straining,
braless breasts and left her tummy completely bare was not in the
rules at all. Still, they were her rules after all, and Athena
was always considered the final word concerning any dress code
issue. After all, it was her code, wasn't it? Since they
obviously knew her (and who in this school wouldn't), she was
surprised someone would question her about it, even if she was
wearing stolen clothes. If only that wonderful buzzing in her
crotch would stop. She felt so weak and molten inside. The
climax was coming, she could feel it! It was impossible to think
about anything but that!

But the strange intense looks the two young teens kept giving her
made her guiltily start tugging on the too-short top, pulling it
lower, trying to cover her bare tummy. In the process, she did
not realize that she was exposing her unfettered breasts more and
more through her lowering neckline, at the same time causing the
stretched material to scrape over her still aching nipples and
make them instantly hard again, distracting her even more then
before.

"I see," said Sara. "What about not wearing a bra? I can see
you're not wearing one of those." Sara looked right at Athena's
lovely golden breasts. They were bursting out of the stretched
neck of the lowered top, with all but the nipples exposed. Sara
was delighted. The princess was showing her tits to them!

"How...how dare you question me like this! It just so happens
that I...I am wearing one, now leave me alone," Athena snorted
weakly in an attempt to imitate her old imperious manner. Tired
of the game these strange girls were playing, she tried to push
by them. Long day or not, she was still Athena Valentine! But
Sara moved very close in front of the perplexed reporter,
blocking her way, while Gina pressed against her from behind.
She was trapped!

"Let me see," said Gina slyly. "I'll bet you aren't wearing a
bra at all."

To Athena's dismay, Gina took hold of her shoulders and held her,
as Sara grabbed both her breasts through the top and started
squeezing them.

"Stop that!" Athena shouted.

Athena wanted to slap Sara's hands away, but Gina was holding her
arms from behind. She struggled but could not free herself.

"I don't think your wearing one, Athena," Sara told her, as she
gave Athena's nipples a wicked twist before moving her hands away
from Athena's heaving chest.

"OH!" gasped the shocked reporter as lightening flowed from her
abused nipples to every portion of her body!

Before Athena had time to say a word in protest Sara held the
reporter's arms at her sides while Gina reached around, slid her
hands underneath the top, and kneaded the lovely bare mounds.

"Stop that, please," Athena said in a weaker voice now. The heat
was beginning to overcome her. If only her body was not feeling
so sensitive right now, but the hands felt so nice as they
squeezed her swelling breasts she ashamedly wanted it to go on
and on. She knew she would soon lose control right here if she
didn't get away from these two girls. What kind of school was
this? It seemed so normal at first!

The girls switched and Sara again played with Athena's breasts.
She had long since stopped struggling, and could only stand
quietly and hope that these girls would soon tire of this game
and leave her alone. Finally they finished pawing at her tits,
but it had left her as light headed and as close to a climax as
she'd been at anytime today. Without Gina holding her up she
would have certainly fallen to the ground and lost it for sure.

"Isn't that a bit slutty, Athena? I'd never been caught dead in
something so cheap looking as this outfit," mocked Sara and the
two girls laughed.

That cleared Athena's head for a moment. She hated it when
anyone criticized her clothes! The senior steadied herself, then
pushed her way through them. After a few steps she froze as the
constant buzzing in her cunt suddenly grew to monstrous
proportions, and the world started spinning crazily about her.

"Ahhh!" Athena cried as she over-balanced on her fuck-me pumps
and fell face first into the soft, dry soil.

"OOFF!" she gasped as her strained top immediately popped up
around her shoulders, causing her bare breasts to dig into the
dirt.

Winded, she instinctively rose to her hands and knees but could
get no farther, leaving her bare dirt-covered breasts to dangle
enticingly in front of the happy group. She could only remain
there on all fours looking dumbfounded at the girls before her,
helpless and exposed, as climax after climax erupted mysteriously
from her volcanic loins!

"Ooohhhhh," the reported groaned in uncontrolled ecstasy as the
world shook inside of her.

They stared at the gasping Athena's beautiful tanned breasts as
they swayed gently beneath her. Even covered with sweat and
dirt, they still took the girls' breath away. The rumors were
true, Athena Valentine, class prude, had not only forsaken a bra
today, but was not adverse to exposing herself to others! Look
how she was shaking her tits for them! They wondered if the
other things they had heard about her today were also true.

When Athena finally quieted after her flood of uncontrollable
climaxes stopped, Gina reached down and helped the trembling
senior to her feet. She hung onto the tottering Athena to keep
her from toppling once again from her high pumps.

"Are you all right?" Sara asked facetiously. The two teens
giggled uncontrollably at the perfect Athena Valentine's current
disheveled condition.

"Uh, I...don't...think...so," Athena mumbled slowly, shaking her
head as she tried to clear it, not realizing her top was bunched
up around her shoulders. The explosions in her pussy ended as
quickly as they had begun, and even the mysterious buzzing had
finally gone. But her vagina was trembling even now, and it was
all she could do to keep from cumming again. "What's wrong with
me?" Athena thought. "Why can't I go more than 30 minutes
without having a climax?"

The two stared directly at Athena's bare heaving breasts. They
looked so smooth and sexy as they sat proud and high on her chest
with the pink nipples sticking stiffly out for all the world to
see. That rumor was true too. Now they all wanted to see if the
last one they heard was true as well.

Sara reached into the front of Athena's low-riding jeans and,
grabbing the exposed strip of the panty's waistband, pulled out
several inches of vermilion material.

"AHH!" shrieked a wide-eyed Athena as her tortured cunt almost
exploded once again! The strained material dug deep into her
hyper-sensitive vulva and she almost fainted!

When the intense sensations from her abused cunt began to
subside, Athena breathlessly gasped, "What...are...you...doing?"

"Kind of flashy for you, don't you think?" Sara asked
sarcastically. She wound the material tightly around two fingers
of her right hand and impishly gave the caught underwear a really
good yank this time.

"No! Please! AAAHHH!!" Athena cried. She was almost pulled
from the ground by the sudden upward pressure of her panties
being pulled so dramatically over her heated crotch. She could
only watch in horror as Sara coolly tugged the stretched panties
even farther out into the open as the material sunk ever deeper
into her tender shaven pussy flesh and the crevasse between her
buttocks!

"Come with me or lose them," Sara laughed as she started to
swiftly walk away.

No sure whether the terrible teenager was talking about her
abused privates, her panties or both, Athena could do nothing but
shamble limply after the teen. The only thing that kept her from
falling was the supporting presence of Gina, who walked alongside
her. Of course, Gina seemed more interested in her swollen
nipples, and that did nothing to help with the hard time Athena
was having in keeping up with the fast-walking Sara. But no
matter how many times she stumbled, Sara kept up her steady pace
and Athena was forced to follow along, or risk being dragged
across the ground by her panties.

Leading her prize, Sara had found the perfect place for what she
had in mind, and headed directly for a dugout located alongside a
baseball diamond.

The dugout had not been used for some time. Sara had to force
her way in, breaking the rusting lock on the door in the process.
The girls quickly helped a bewildered Athena down the stairs,
into the comforting darkness below, and away from any prying
eyes. The openings had all been boarded over, so it was very
cool and dark, especially after Sara closed the door when all
were inside. A few cracks in the wood planks allowed the faint
rays of a late afternoon sun to pierce the darkness, but only
objects directly in one of the beams of light could be seen,
everything else was concealed in the shadows. Athena had been
placed in such a beam, and she stood blinking, trying to see into
the dugout's dim interior.

*****

"Well, there she goes," sighed Paige contentedly.

"Poop. Battery's gone, too," muttered Natalie as she shook the
control, then dropped it to the ground. "Oh, well. Can't see her
any more anyway. Fun while it lasted, though."

"Natalie!" warned Lisa as she picked up the device. "That's
Bohon's, remember?"

"Oops. Sorry," Natalie said, then added mischievously, "Want to
go after the rest of it?"

"Never mind!" said Lisa firmly.

"How high did you have it before it died?" asked Paige.

"I don't know. Is 'Max' a lot?"

"It's enough," said Paige with a grin.

"My God!" exclaimed Lisa. "No wonder she collapsed like a sack
of potatoes."

Natalie giggled and said, "I was just trying to get her
attention."

"Cool," laughed Paige. "About time someone did. We need to be
gone anyway."

"I'll say," agreed Lisa. "We have to be back here in about an
hour to help with the prom. Not much time to go home and
change."

"Time enough, Lisa." Paige turned for one last look at the
darkened dugout. "Bye, Athena, you stuck up bitch. Have fun."

"Be seeing you," giggled Natalie.

*****

"Look at the dirt all over you. We'd better help clean you up,"
Sara said.

Totally bewildered, Athena had no idea what was going on. Even
after they stopped in this strange dark place, Sara still
retained her cruel grip on the heavily breathing Athena's
panties. She was embarrassed by the way she'd stumbled over her
own two feet getting into this place and never noticed how
quickly they surrounded her in the dark. In a blink of an eye it
felt like there were a million hands all over her, trying to
brush the dirt off her legs, arms and breasts (especially her
breasts). She thought she felt one brush against her bottom, and
one even seemed to find her covered pubic mound again and again.
She tried to look down but in the strange light, but she couldn't
really see a thing. She could only sense at the hands fluttering
about her body.

All she knew was it was starting again, the heat was building, if
it had ever actually stopped. And all because they were helping
get the dirt off of her clumsy body, because she couldn't even
stand on her own two feet. After a few moments under the
influence of all those hands, she was almost too weak to even
stand by herself. If Gina had not leaned her up against a wall,
she would have collapsed onto the ground.

"What the...? Hey, Sara, you're not going to believe this."

"What? I'm busy," Sara growled. She had finally given up on
tormenting Athena with her own panties, and was having a great
deal of fun twisting and pulling on the girl's bare erect
nipples. She loved to play it rough, especially with a proud
beauty like this.

"Take a look."

"So, what are we looking at?"

"Her jeans."

Sara pulled out her lighter and flicked it on, directly in front
of Athena's crotch.

"Her... Oh, my. Look how wet she is! Miss Valentine, you total
slut you!"

"No, look above that."

"What the hell is that?"

"It's a tiny lock. It seems Miss Priss here belongs tosomeone."

"Oh, wow! How cool is that? Wait until everyone hears about
this!"

"Yes, but who is it?"

"Our mystery guest? Tara of course. I'd know that slut's
handiwork anywhere."

"Not those other girls, the ones she's been seen hanging around
with all day?"

"You mean The Three Amigos? Ho, ha! Those chicken-shits! You
can't be serious?"

"Look, even the zipper's been broken. She's trapped in there."

"So, our Princess needs to be set free, does she? Come to mama,
honey!"

"What are we going to do?"

"Let's strip the bitch!" Sara screamed with joy.

The terrible sound of Sara's voice woke something deep within the
bewildered Athena. She suddenly realized that she was in
trouble, especially as her top was pulled up over her head while
other hands fumbled at the front of her jeans.

"They want to take my clothes off!" her blasted mind screamed.

The frantic reporter broke free of her assailants and, losing
her top in the process, ran madly for the exit. Unfortunately,
she had become so excited by the girls' savage pawing of her body
earlier that Athena became completely disoriented in the
darkness, and headed in the opposite direction from the entrance.
She stopped just short of running headlong into the far wall of
the long dugout.

Hearing the giggling of her attackers just behind her, Athena
searched desperately for a way out. She found that the top of
the side wall ended at shoulder height, and formed a deep
concrete ledge running its length. At a touch of a hand on the
small of her naked back, Athena jumped for it, forgetting in her
haste that her breasts were bare.

"OOOWWWW!" Athena yowled in pain as her sore breasts slammed into
the top of the ledge, her poor nipples dragging across the rough
surface. Frightened to move any further, Athena was still
hanging from her tummy when she felt hands pulling on her waist.

Finding a metal pole which supported the roof with her left hand,
Athena tried to carefully pull herself up the remainder of the
way over the ledge, but the hands on her waist now clutched the
top of her jeans, preventing her from moving any further.
Suddenly Athena was shocked to find herself being dragged
backwards by her jeans, her nipples once again scraping the top
of the ledge.

"Ooohh!" she groaned at the incredible sensations her tortured
nips were sending to her clouded brain as she held onto the
support for dear life.

"Come down, Athena."

"NO!" she yelled through her tears of pain and shame, shame not
just at the thought of being naked in front of these strange
girls, but also at the feelings of unwanted excitement that were
already building within her traitorous body. "Go away!"

She still could not believe it! They actually wanted to strip
her, her...Athena Valentine! Didn't they know who she was?

"Okay, have it your way," said Sara.

Athena gave up her attempts to climb over the ledge and clung
desperately to the support beam with both hands as she felt the
tugging on her jeans increase dramatically. But each massive
pull on her clothes caused her very sensitive breasts to continue
to be dragged back and forth over the surface of the concrete,
and no matter how hard she tried, she could never raise her
shoulders enough to fully escape this exquisite teasing.

"Come out, Athena!" sang Sara. While tugging with her friend,
Sara still kept one hand free to work on Athena's damp cunt
between her clenched thighs. "Come out and we'll play!"

"Uuhhh," groaned Athena as something powerful gripped her heated
pussy and began to rhythmically massage it. "Oh, God!" she
thought. "That feels so good! This kids! Didn't they know
enough not to hold her there of all places?"

The constant pulling by Sara and Gina was beginning to have an
effect, and the increasingly excited Athena noticed that her
low-riding jeans were becoming noticeably lower. Soon she could
feel the cool air on the top curves of her buttocks.

"No!" she cried again, although not as strongly as before.
Sara's clever hand was having an insidious effect on the terribly
distracted reporter as Athena felt what little strength she had
left quickly fading. She unconsciously spread her legs just a
tiny bit to give the pleasing hand better access to her hungry
sex while she continued to weakly beg, "Please, no. You must
stop. You must."

Sara immediately felt Athena's thighs loosen and she knew that
this beautiful proud senior was hers for the taking. And she
wanted her, wanted her so bad she could taste it. This girl had
a natural grace, poise and looks that Sara knew she would never
possess. It was payback time and Sara was going to enjoy every
minute, every second of it.

As Athena's firm ass became increasingly exposed and the tanned
flesh was gleaming in the semi-darkness, her tormentors cruelly
started singing, "Moon River...." The helpless Athena wanted to
die of shame!

When her behind was half-exposed and the front waistband of the
tortured jeans digging cruelly into her pelvis, Athena knew
things could not become any worse. But they did. A loud 'RIP'
sounded through the dugout as the crotch of Athena's tormented
jeans burst open!

"Whaa!" Athena bawled as her jeans and panties were easily pulled
down her kicking legs, and off her bare feet. "I'm naked again!"
she sobbed. "I'm naked!"

"Yes!" exulted a victorious Sara as she held up Athena's crumpled
panties in triumph.

"Finally," sighed Gina happily. Now the fun could really start!
She looked at the kicking Athena and noticed in the fading light
something emerging from between the naked senior's movingthighs!

"What the fuck is this?"

"What now?" grumbled Sara as she returned from hiding Athena's
clothes in the far corner of the dugout.

"Did you slip her something?"

"What?"

"Did you put something in her cunt?"

"Not yet."

"Well, someone did."

"WHAT??"

Sara's lighter erupted briefly in the darkness. "Wow! No wonder
she looked distracted."

"Oh!" the overcome Athena gasped in automatic disappointment or
relief (she wasn't sure which) when her pussy felt suddenly
empty. Whatever Paige had given her was gone. She clamped her
legs together as she felt hands moving over her naked hips. Now
what were those devil children up to?

"Have we been a bad girl?" cooed Sara as she ran her hands freely
over Athena's fabulous flesh. She had the vibrator tucked safely
away. It was hers now. So was this beautiful proud bitch,
Athena Valentine. She was hers too. "Have we been bad?"

"Noo!" moaned Athena. "No! I'm a good girl!"

Sara and Gina each took one of the firm half-moons and began to
joyfully pinch and spank each curvaceous mound. Athena continued
to kick wildly with her legs in protest, but that only seemed to
encourage them in their depredations of her poor behind. They
loved it even more when they did the same thing to her pussy,
spanking and tweaking the tender flesh between the kicking legs!

"WWHHHHAAAAA!" wailed Athena as her defenseless body was molested
by the two terrible teens. Her exhausted mind could not think of
any way to escape. She was helpless to protect herself! Yet
even her complete degradation at the hands of these children did
not stop Athena's body from responding wildly to their unwanted
touch. Her heart raced as the cruel abuse of her privates pushed
her inexorably towards another humiliating climax!

The two teens could sense Athena's growing arousal as her legs
kicked less and less. Her sweet vaginal juices were trickling
down her inner thighs from the sopping abused cunt. Her sobs
were fading, and in their place came unconscious sounds of
pleasure. Sara and Gina stopped what they were doing and looked
at each other, their eyes gleaming in triumph. They briefly
kissed, then returned to the taking of Athena Valentine.

Her legs only moving feebly now, Athena's distraught mind was
overwhelmed by the attack on her defenseless body. Stripped
naked and totally humiliated by these children, yet she still
could not stop but wonder how amazing it all felt.

"Why does everything they do to me have to feel so good?" she
wondered in complete bewilderment. She was burning, burning with
an unbelievable level of excitement, and all because of them!
"It's not fair! It's not fair at all!"

Lost in a flood of incredible sensations, Athena stiffened as the
blood rushed to her vagina, the cuntal muscles fiercely
contracting. Oh, no! Oh no! She had done it again! She was
completely out of control! Why wasn't she paying attention?

Hips pounding the wall, she moaned helplessly as her abused body
erupted and the orgasm swept over her, "UUHHHhhhh!"

When it was done, Athena hung limply over the ledge, all thought
of resistance gone. She didn't have the strength to fight any
longer. She existed only for pleasure now. In spite of her
shameful cumming in the company of the two teens, her lost body
hungered for more.

To test the extent of her surrender, the grinning Gina thrust two
fingers into Athena's sopping cunt.

"Oohhh!" gasped Athena in delight at the sudden invasion of her
body. In spite of the humiliation at being abused by a strange
girl, Athena could not help but to spread her tired legs a little
wider. Something was in her cunt and it felt wonderful! Soon
there were tears in her eyes, and sobs growing in her chest.
These teenagers had her naked and helpless, and all she could
think of was her streaming cunt, her hungry body! Where was her
self-respect, her shame? How could she keep doing this to
herself?

They pulled the weeping senior from the ledge and laid her on the
very dirty floor. Sara stripped and sat cross-legged on her
clothes on the floor. She unceremoniously dragged the limp
Athena into her lap.

"I'm (oh!) so sorry," sobbed the crying reporter as Sara twisted
and pulled mercilessly on Athena's proud up-thrusting breasts.
Athena had lost her clothes and was making a complete fool of
herself once again. Every time these teens touched her body she
felt breathless and tingly all over. The contact of the teen's
bare skin on her own heated flesh was driving her crazy! So
good! It all felt so good! Any thought at self control or
protecting herself was forgotten. She wanted to be touched, to
be loved, but most of all she wanted to cum. Athena could feel
it building within her, that out-of-control sensation that kept
happening to her, so terrible and yet so thrilling, and, deeply
ashamed, she knew in her soul that she wanted it to go on
forever. She wanted to lay there in the dark and cum and cum and
never stop. It was her fault. It was always her fault. "I'm so
(ow!) sorry!"

"Yes, precious," agreed Sara with her hands full of Athena's
marvelous tits. "I know you are."

Athena reached up and pulled Sara's face down onto hers, their
lips mashing. Soon their tongues were intertwined and they felt
the electric pleasure of their naked bodies pressing against one
another. Athena reached between their entwined bodies and
greedily held Sara's small dangling breasts.

The nude Gina spread the distracted Athena's legs and lay between
them. She began to lick and suck the defenseless slit nestled
there. Athena moaned and bucked her hips under the attack, but
still the persistent Gina expertly worked on Athena's crotch,
bringing her close to the brink again and again, but never enough
to push her over.

After being teased and teased by the relentless Gina, the
bewildered Athena could take it no longer. She broke her kiss
with the girl above her and looked around wildly.

"Please. Please," she babbled.

"Please, what, princess?" Sara whispered, knowing full well what
Gina was doing to their prize.

"P-please. Please, do it. Do it to me. Please," Athenabegged.

"Do what, princess?" Sara purred.

"Do me. Please. I can't...I take it any more. Please."

"Please, what?"

Athena had reached the end. She threw away what little pride her
crazed mind still contained. "Fuck me," she pleaded to anyone
who could hear her as tears of frustration and shame filled her
insane eyes. "Let me cum. Please let me cum."

There! It was done. She had finally sunk as low as she possibly
could. Athena Valentine, the Superior Woman, was begging a
young high school student for sex. She was begging a strange
young girl for sex! Oh God! Oh God! She looked up hopefully
with pleading eyes at the teenager holding her and smiled. It
was the innocent smile which a small child gives to a stern
parent in the hopes of receiving a very special treat. It was
all she could do.

"Well, I'll think about it," remarked Sara. "Keep going, Gina."

"My pleasure," murmured Gina softly and put her face once again
between the shocked Athena's wide-spread thighs. She pressed her
mouth to the delightfully smooth flesh and continued her assault
on the helpless reporter's shaved sex.

"Nnnnooooooo!" Athena screamed as her hips bucked wildly at
Gina's wicked touch. "NNNOOOO!"

She tried escape one last time, but Athena's assailants proved to
be too much for her in her weakened condition. Too much had
happened today and the 23-year old woman could endure it no
longer. The pitiful remnants of her mind fled into the darkness.
The creature once known as Athena Valentine needed release and
she did not care where she found it. But a change had occurred.
Something buried deep within her had finally been set free and
she needed more then a simple release now, much more. She needed
a woman, any woman, and she needed her...Now!! The tormented
reporter twisted in Sara's lap and threw her face between Sara's
wide-spread thighs, eagerly pushing her tongue deep into the
naked teen's hot wet cunt while she held tightly onto the girl's
slim hips, inhaling the heady fragrance coming from the girl's
sex as she buried her nose into the soft fur matt of trimmed
pussy hair.

"Ohhh, that's nice," purred the terrible Sara as the beautiful
wild thing between her legs suckled madly on her pulsating pussy!
She stopped abusing Athena's breasts and leaned back on her
arms. "Oh, baby! Oh, yes! Keep going like that, princess, and
I'll never let you go. Never!"

Gina, carried away by what was happening, started sucking on
Athena's erect clit, and suddenly the darkness was filled with
screams!

*****

The three seniors raced across the dark field.

"What are we doing?"

"Didn't you hear it?"

"I didn't hear a thing."

"Hear what?"

"It sounded like a...a scream."

"Oh, stop already."

"No, really. A scream."

The girls stopped on the far side of the dugout and crouched down
behind the roof when two people emerged from the stairway at the
other end.

"Who's that? They look so weird."

"Shut up!"

The two strangers walked into a pool of light just off the
entrance to the dugout.

"They're girls!"

"It's Gina and Sara!"

"Shut up the both of you and listen!"

*****

Gina held the staggering Sara at arm's length by the back of the
collar. Sara, making soft whimpering sounds, was walking with
her hands cupped firmly between her wide-spread legs.

"Owww," groaned Sara.

"Will you stop that?" grumbled Gina.

"But she bit me," complained Sara weakly. "The bitch bit me."

"Christ, stop complaining! It's getting on my nerves."

"But it hurts," whimpered Sara. "Real bad."

"So you had to piss on her. How stupid can you get?"

"She bit me!"

"She was laying on your clothes, idiot!"

"She bit me."

"God, you stink!"

"Don't yell at me. It's your fault. Why couldn't you find her
clothes? Ow, it hurts! I need a doctor!"

"You're the one who hid them! Shit! Okay, but you're riding in
the trunk."

"What!?!?"

"You're in the trunk this trip. No way are you going to stink up
my car!"

"You can't do that!"

"Watch me. And from now on, Sara, we're going to do what I want
to do, not whatever you want. Got that?"

"Hey!"

"Or you can walk!"

"Whaaaaa!"

*****


*****

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.

*****


*****

The lock to the restroom quietly turned and the door silently
opened. A short stocky woman in the navy-blue uniform of the
mall's security team cautiously remained in the doorway. She had
neatly cut very short blue-black hair surrounding her square face
with its no-nonsense look. Only the twinkling brown eyes told of
the humor that existed within. Standing there, it was obvious
that the woman was someone who was used to being obeyed. On the
nametag over her prominent left breast was only a single word,
'Valentine.'

Her stocky form moved with the grace of an athlete as she lightly
walked towards the center of the large empty room.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!?!?!," the woman yelled. Yet
there was no anger in her voice, only amusement. The elderly
janitor was a favorite of hers and this was one of her assigned
places for cleaning. "Martha, you old coot, where are you?"

The room was silent, which was not surprising as the Martha had
forgotten to leave the door unlocked again and no one was able to
use it. Still, it always paid to be a little cautious before
deeming a place safe for the public (bless them!). The woman
carefully looked over the silent room, impressed as always at how
immaculate the restroom was after Martha was finished with it.

She was about to turn and leave when a soft moan made her stop.

"Hello?" she called loudly. "Is anyone here?"

Again a soft moan could be heard. There was something in the
intriguing voice which really got to her. It wasn't the voice of
someone in trouble. It was a feminine, even sexual sound.
Regardless of what it was, she had to check on it to make sure
that someone was not actually in trouble. She turned and started
walking silently on her heavy rubber-soled shoes towards the far
stall where the sounds were coming from. It was when she saw the
bare legs and feet under the closed door that she broke into a
heavy run.

She stopped directly in front of the stall, took a quick breath
to calm herself in preparation for whatever horror which might
lie within, and pulled open the door.

It was a naked woman!

"What the...?" she said. "Miss, are you all right?"

The naked woman was sitting bent over on the commode's closed
lid, her elbows on her knees, with her face hidden in her hands.
From what she could see of the woman's back and sides, she was
very pretty. Odd though. There was something familiar about
those very cute hips and the heavy mane of now mussed golden
hair. But it couldn't be!

"Athena?? Is that you?"

Athena Valentine suddenly realized she was not alone. She
glanced up and was surprised to find herself looking directly
into the plain honest face of her favorite first cousin, Sophie
Valentine.

"Oh! Cousin Sophie!" Athena cried happily. Her nudity
forgotten, she stood and threw her arms around her equally
surprised cousin.

"Whoa! Easy there, Cousin,' said Sophie as she regained her
footing. Athena had almost pushed her completely off her feet.
"I'm happy to see you, too."

"W-what are you doing here?" said the now openly weeping Athena
as she tightly hugged the smaller woman.

"I was about to ask you the same question."

"Well, I was...I was..."

"There, there, Cousin. It's okay, whatever it is. We can fix
it."

"What are you doing here, Sophie?"

"I work here, remember? Security? I run the Security
Department. Anyway, we've had reports from all over the mall
about some damn female streaker running around, and the security
cameras lost her in this wing. Then Martha forgets to leave the
restroom unlocked after cleaning and here I am. But what are you
doing here? And where's Martha? Did you meet her? I can't
believe the old coot just left you in here. And where in hell
are your clothes?"

"I...I... Never mind. It's a long story. Could you get me
something to wear, please?"

"What about Martha? You must have seen her!"

Athena looked down at the floor and blushed a deep red. Oh, God!
How could she admit that it was her the old woman saw! She
looked up again but could not look her inquisitive cousin in the
eyes. "There...there was someone cleaning, but I...I hid from
whoever it was. They never saw me."

"Sure, cousin. Uh, let me phone in. I'll be right back. Oh,
you had better wait in one of the stalls. Don't want anyone
calling the police."

Athena waited calmly in her old stall for Sophie to return. She
remembered how she and her older cousin had spent some wonderful
summers together. Sophie was always dragging her away from her
books and out into the world for some innocent fun, until Sophie
finished school and joined a security firm, and Athena was left
alone with her books once again.

Athena was jerked from her memories when something long flew over
the door landed on the stall floor. It was a raincoat!

"Oh! Sophie! You're a saint. Thank you! Thank you!"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go already!"

The long semi-transparent black plastic raincoat covered her
completely from neck to ankles, and Athena felt wonderful, even
if it did feel strange on her bare skin. She fastened every
button, because after her long enforced nudity she wanted to feel
as protected as possible.

She stepped out of the stall and looked shyly at her cousin.

"Much better!" lied Sophie Valentine. Actually, she preferred it
when her beautiful cousin was naked, but this would do. The thin
smoky material of the raincoat did nothing to hide the fact that
Athena was completely nude underneath, and in fact displayed the
breath-taking body underneath in considerable detail.

They left the restroom and entered the mall.

Blissfully unaware of the raincoat's shortcomings as a covering,
Athena walked the halls with supreme confidence. The strange
looks and quiet gasps from the passing patrons bothered her not
at all. She assumed that they were reacting to was the presence
of a Superior Woman.

Yet it was all a lie. The reporter felt anything but confident.
She was disturbed, terribly disturbed by what was happening
within her. The subtle movements of her nude body for once
bothered her not at all. In fact, she gloried in the guilty
pleasure of her slightly bouncing breasts, the feel of the cool
mall air on her naked pussy, the electric rubbing of her thighs.
"Oh God!" she thought horrified. "I'm turning myself on!"

She stopped and took a deep breath. What was happening to her?
She felt so strange. She could not ever remember feeling this
way before. In spite of her mind-numbing fatigue, Athena's body
was incredibly alive, and bizarrely hungry for sensual pleasures.
She had never felt more ready for sex in her life. How could
she be so hungry, after all that had happened to her lately, she
had no idea. She felt so confused! She was burning up inside
and had no idea about how to put the fires out! It was as if her
encounter with the old cleaner had pushed her across a secret
threshold which existed deep inside of her, and now she could
barely control the constant if strange cravings of her traitorous
body. Her heart was pounding wildly, her racing blood sang in
her ears, yet she was doing nothing more than walking with her
cousin.

Athena had the horrible feeling that if anyone made the slightest
gesture that they wanted her, Tara, Stephanie, Trisha, even if it
was old Martha the cleaning lady, at their first touch she would
immediately lay down, spread her legs, and scream hysterically,
"Take Me!! Take Me!!"

She couldn't go on like this. She would go mad! This insanity
must end. She must conquer herself, otherwise she was lost!
Today was supposed to be her day of absolute victory. For once
she was to be the one in total control. It was only a high
school full of children. Yet here she was, freshly shaven (oh
God! Tara! Where was she?) and wearing only a borrowed raincoat
because she stupidly lost all of her clothes again.

"I am not a slut," Athena muttered to herself as she rubbed her
thighs together without thinking. "I am not a slut. I'm the one
in control here. I am in control!"

"What did you say?"

"Er, nothing."

"Are you all right? You look a little flustered."

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

"I suppose you need a lift to your apartment."

"Yes, please. But first I must get my prom things."

"'Prom things'? You're kidding? Didn't you finish high school
some four years ago?"

"Yes, I did. Sophie, I'm with The Free Press now. Actually,
I'm...I'm on assignment for the paper, but no one is suppose to
know about it. Not the family, not anyone. I'm...well, I'm
undercover."

"Without cover is more like it! But what happened to your
clothes? Why are you naked in my mall?"

"I...I lost them. Look, it's...it's nothing to concern yourself
over. This happens to me all the time whenever I'm on
assignment."

"Those must be some assignments."

"OH!" gasped Athena. She jumped as Sophie, to lighten her
cousin's strange mood, playfully slapped her tender right
buttock. She had forgotten how physical Sophie could become
whenever they were together. Oh, God! She almost collapsed at
the wonderful feel of the woman's hand on her behind!

"Sophie!" Athena pleaded weakly. "P-please be careful! I'm a
little sore there."

"Cousin, what have you been up to?" laughed Sophie as she
helpfully massaged the bruised area.

"Why?" Athena suddenly felt faint. Sophie's hand was driving
her crazy! Her bottom, now highly sensitized after a full day of
spanking and touching, felt like it was glowing under her
cousin's casual touch. It was all she could think about.
"W-what do you mean?" she finally muttered, without the faintest
idea of what they were talking about.

Sophie looked at her relative in stunned disbelief. The
beautiful Athena normally squealed like a nervous schoolgirl
whenever she was touched. Now her hand was all over that
unbelievable ass, and Athena hardly voiced a protest. Finding
her at the mall, very naked, was odd enough, but this was
absolutely weird! Sophie looked at her cousin in a new light.
She had been trying to get into her cute pants for years, but
without success. In fact, Sophie sometimes wondered if Athena
was even been aware of the various attempts she had made over the
years in trying to overcome her younger cousin's ironclad virtue.
Knowing the virtuous Athena as she did, the girl probably did
not even know that people were capably of such sneaky behavior!

But now! My God! Athena was radiating what could only be
described as a 'fuck me' attitude. Her entire look, her posture,
everything, said, "Take me! My body is yours!" What the hell
had happened to her?

As they continued to stand in the wide store-lined hall, Sophie
looked with concern at Athena's large blue eyes, normally
sparkling with intelligence and humor, now dull and vacant,
showing only an insatiable longing. "Poor kid," she thought. "I
wonder what your day has been like?"

But the hand on that perfect butt was now acting with a mind of
its own. It was not roaming over the firm curves out of
playfulness anymore. The now sweating hand wanted her. Sophie
was overwhelmed with need for this beautiful woman beside her.
Sophie wanted her, wanted her stunning cousin so badly she could
taste it. Although truly worried about her relative, Sophie was
keenly aware of the fantastic nude body that was just underneath
the thin plastic, so ripe, so ready. What would happen if she
took advantage of a relative, her own first cousin, who was in
this condition? She was obviously not herself. What could
happen to her if she used this opportunity to finally get at her?
Burn in Hell? Lose her job? Cut off from the family? Okay, it
would be worth it!

And so Athena Valentine once again inadvertently caused yet
another woman to risk professional suicide over her!

Having made her decision, Sophie thought feverishly for the
quickest way to implement it. When the dazed Athena
unconsciously pushed her hips back onto the deadly hand, Sophie
almost shouted with joy! Now, everything suddenly seemed
possible. Sophie had no idea what was going on with her
beautiful cousin, but she knew there was nothing on this Earth
that would keep her from taking advantage of this astonishing
opportunity.

The mall around Athena suddenly began spinning. Her behind was
glowing from the wonderful touching. Her tired clouded mind was
no longer sure who was touching her, she only knew that she
wanted it to go on and on!

Sophie realized that people were beginning to stare more and more
at them. Damn! They needed to find someplace private, and
fast!

"Where are we going?" Sophie asked.

"W-what?"

"Athena, what store? Who has your prom things?"

"Prom? Uh, what prom?"

"Give me a break! The prom you are going to tonight!"

The increasingly bewildered Athena couldn't think of anything but
that glorious hand on her behind. Finally her glazed eyes caught
a colorful advertisement, a photo of an exotic well-dressed young
woman behind a glass display case. Over the case was a store's
name, a name the sounded vaguely familiar to the dazed reporter.
It troubled her that she couldn't remember something so simple,
like what she was planning on doing tonight. The hand continued
its rubbing and she wanted to purr under its touch.
Purr...prom...plantation? That's it!

"Oh, that prom. I remember...it's...uh...it's the Bountiful
Plantation. That's the store. Bountiful Plantation."

"That figures. The most expensive place here. Come on, cousin.
Let's go."

Sophie Valentine, after joyfully giving Athena's left buttock a
final loving squeeze, moved her sturdy arm around her cousin's
slender waist and they started quickly walking through themall.

"Where...where are we going?"

"To get your things, of course," a wildly grinning Sophie
replied. "To get all of your things!"

"Oh," said a vaguely disappointed Athena. No one was touching
her behind any more. How sad.

*****

From behind the counter, the sales girl looked moodily at the
blank page on her sketchpad. She was alone, and had been for
some time. High prices and exotic designs had all but guaranteed
the Bountiful Plantation to be a place not overly filled with
customers. In fact, it was rare to have more than one or two
visitors in a single evening. The store was really a place for
custom designs, each customer lovingly measured and fitted, but
the owners were off to an opera and Rebecca was left to fend for
herself tonight.

To while away the time, Rebecca had taken to drawing. At first
it was just quick sketches of her employers and customers, but as
time went on her drawings had become increasingly erotic. Her
characters were slowly becoming engaged in the most astonishing
of activities. Whenever she got up the nerve to show her friends
or employers the sketches, they had been very supportive of her
efforts, and could not wait to see more. Some had even suggested
that she should publish them, but Rebecca was not at all sure the
world was ready for what could only be called serious lesbian
erotic art involving ordinary housewives playing around. No
way.

A soft tone sounded from under the counter. "Customer time," she
said.

Rebecca looked up from her sketchpad but her usual friendly
greeting died on her lips. Instead of a customer coming through
the door was the astonishing sight of the stocky head of mall
security guiding a stunning young blonde who was wearing only a
transparent full-length raincoat directly towards her. Rebecca's
mouth suddenly went dry.

"Ahhh... Can I help you?" she finally managed to blurt out.

Sophie brought Athena to the front of the counter. "Hi, Rebecca.
You alone tonight?"

"Yes, Chief. It's "A Night At The Opera" for everyone but me."

"Good. This is Miss Valentine, first name 'Athena'. She should
have a dress for pickup today."

"Yes, I have it here. It's a beautiful gown, with all the..."

"Okay! Enough already! We don't have time for a sales pitch.
Paid for?"

"Yes."

"Thank God for that," muttered Sophie. "Look, we need to give it
one last fitting."

"What? But she has already...!"

"Never mind about that. We want to try everything on one last
time."

"If you insist. The changing rooms are over there..."

"I know where they are. Oh, Miss Valentine here had an accident
in the Food Court and needs something to wear. Pick her out some
stuff, will you, and put it on her account. I'm sure you have
her sizes around here someplace."

"Yes, I can do that. Is everything all right, Chief? You seem
really edgy."

"Edgy?!? Who the fuck are you calling edgy?" Sophie yelled. Her
mind was filled with Athena. She didn't have the time or
patience for anything else! Sophie grabbed the garment bag with
one hand and her dazed cousin in the other and stormed off to the
changing rooms while yelling over her right shoulder, "I AM NOT
EDGY!!!"

"Never mind," Rebecca said smoothly to the departing pair. She
wondered what was it about the store that made everyone who came
into it completely insane.

*****

Sophie looked at the narrow corridor. There were three louvered
doors on each side, each painted a different color. She quickly
hustled Athena into the room on the far right. Its walls and
carpet were the same color as the door, hot pink. It was a
little small for what she had in mind, but it would be
sufficient. Sophie did not want to risk damaging the expensive
gown during the fun to come, so she dashed out and hung up the
bag in the baby blue room across the hall.

Sophie returned and, with trembling hands, began to unbutton her
cousin's raincoat.

"Sophie?"

"Yes, Athena."

"What are you doing?"

"Getting you out of this raincoat. You look a little...hot."

"Oh."

Carefully pulling aside the now unfastened panels, Sophie openly
drank in her cousin's golden body. She wanted to sob, it was so
tight, so tanned, so perfect, so hers! The high-set tits with
their bullet nipples (she's excited, the dear), the well-toned
torso with ribs shiny with sweat, the flat tummy with its deep
navel, the lovely indented waist over that delicate hairless cunt
that looked very wet, the pert heart-shaped behind with its
delicious curves, sculptured legs that would make any model
proud, and finally shapely ankles and feet, all of it topped by a
mane of thick golden hair and a face to die for with its large
blue eyes, chiseled features, and very kissable lips.

"Finally," Sophie whispered in awe as she pulled the raincoat
from her cousin's smooth shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
"Finally."

"Chief? Hey, Chief! Where the fuck are you? Come in, will you?
We gotta emergency! Over."

Sophie looked around in shock. What was that?

"Chief? Chief? For Christ's sake come in!"

She glanced down and finally noticed the noise was coming from
her radio! "I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!!!" she raged to the
ceiling.

"Chief? Are you there, Chief?"

Sophie Valentine, the consummate professional, took a deep
breath, gave her lush nude relative one last forlorn look, and
picked up her radio.

"WHAT?!?! And stop swearing over the net, dipshit!"

"Oh, sorry, Chief. But the security alarm just went off in
Ronald's Jewelry!!"

"Oh, shit! Contact everyone. Use the "Wild Things are in the
pool" code over the sound system, then make sure 911 has it."

"You think it's real this time?"

"How the Hell do I know? Just do it!"

"Roger that."

Sophie prepared to dash from the room, then remembered her naked
cousin. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"

She pulled thin nylon restrains from her utility belt, then
fastened Athena's wrists in front of her.

"What...? Oh! What's going on?"

"Sorry, cousin," Sophie said as she draped Athena's wrists by the
connecting strap over the room's clothes hook located high up on
the wall opposite the door. Athena was so stretched she could
only touch the carpeted floor with the balls of her feet. "But
this is for your own good. Can't have you running around like
that. Might scare the civilians."

"But...but...!"

"Don't worry. You'll be safe here," Sophie said and ran from the
small changing room, slamming the door shut behind her.

"But...but..." sputtered Athena in utter bewilderment as she
looked over her shoulder for her departed cousin. "What about
me?"

"I'll be right back!" Sophie shouted as she charged down the
hall.

Entering the store, she raced towards the exit to the mall.
Going past the counter, Sophie yelled to the bored salesgirl, "My
friend will be using the changing room until I get back, so stay
out of there!"

"Yeah, sure."

Athena, totally bewildered, looked around the small empty room.
"Sophie? Sophie?" She listened to the quiet for a moment, then
said softly, "Help? Help??"

*****

Cassandra and Maggie stood before the entrance to Bountiful
Plantation.

"I don't remember seeing this place here before. Must be new,"
said Cassandra.

"You think she's in there?" asked Maggie.

"Well, we've tried just about everywhere else in the mall."

"She's your mother."

"It's not my fault we can't find her," complained Cassandra.

"She must be somewhere. Don't you know the places she likes to
shop at?"

"Clothes. She loves shopping for clothes."

"There's a surprise. And guess what they sell here!"

"Clothes?"

"Very good."

"Looks kind of expensive, though."

"Even better. We're sure to find her now."

They entered the open front of the store and wandered through the
full racks, staring up at the fine clothes on display.

"Wow. Look at this stuff," said Maggie.

"Pretty. Think we'll ever have dresses like these?"

"You kidding? We're made for this! Just need to fill out a bit,
that's all."

"I don't see her here," a worried Cassandra said.

"Don't get nervous. We'll find her. Hey, why don't we try the
changing rooms?"

"That's right. She might be there. Er, where are they?"

"The doorway with the curtain over it. That has to be it."

"You sure?"

"What have we got to lose?"

"They get kind of excited when you go wandering into those places
without wanting to try something on."

"It's okay. The places is practically deserted. They'll never
know."

The two friends went over to the covered doorway, then stopped
directly in front.

"Maggie, you sure about this?"

"Cassandra! I'm sure! I'm sure!"

"What about the salesgirl?"

"She's doing something behind the counter. She doesn't even know
we're here."

"Okay, but if we get into trouble...!"

"We wont! We wont!"

Maggie pulled aside the curtain and walked in, followed closely
by Cassandra who quickly closed it again behind her. They were
in a narrow hall, along each wall of which were three colored
doors.

"Mrs. Marcus?" softly called Maggie.

"Mom?" softly called Cassandra.

"You take left, and I'll take right," said Maggie.

"Why should you get right?"

"What?!?!"

"Why should you get right? Why can't I get it?"

"You're kidding, right? Okay, okay. You take the right!"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now can we find your mother?"

They worked their way quickly through the empty rooms. Maggie
was looking through a clothes bag she found in a room of baby
blue when a high-pitched "EEEEEEEEKKKK!!!!" cut through her like
a knife. She knew immediately that something had scared
Cassandra. The young girl's scream, once heard, was never
forgotten.

She dashed from the room to find Cassandra standing in the
doorway of the room opposite and excitedly pointing at something
on the wall.

"It's her! It's her!" Cassandra cried.

Maggie looked past her friend to see a naked woman hanging from
the wall. "What the fuck?"

Cassandra looked at Maggie friend in horror. "Oh, you
potty-mouth. You said the 'F' word."

"Cassandra! Now is not the time for that, okay? So, who is
she?"

"It's her! It's Tara's friend. It's Miss Whipped Cream!"

"You're kidding!" Maggie carefully stepped closer to have a look
at the woman's face which was pressed against the wall. "No, you
aren't kidding either. My God! It is her!"

"Told you! Told you!"

"Okay then, smarty pants. What's she doing here?"

"Her eyes are closed. Looks like she's sleeping."

"No, I mean what is she doing here?"

"I don't know. I just know who it is."

"Great."

"Beautiful, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is. She is very beautiful. Nice tan, too."

"But with a tan like that why should her...ah...her bottom be
kind of red?"

"I don't know. More of a light pink, really, but still you could
be right. Sunburn?"

"Just on her bottom?"

"Rash?"

"Eeeewwwww!"

"Okay, forget the rash."

"Maybe it's sore?"

"What? A sore bottom? Oh, come on."

"No, really. What if it's just a little sore."

"Cassandra! How could she get a sore bottom?"

"Well, maybe like this." Cassandra rushed behind the helpless
reporter, swung her opened right hand against Athena's firm left
buttock (Smack!), and jumped back.

"Wow! Did you see that?" gasped Maggie. "How it shook?"

"Cool," said a grinning Cassandra. "I think she jumped a
little."

"Uh-oh. You thinks she's awake?"

"No way. She would have said something."

"Let me check. Nope. Eyes are still closed. Must be asleep."

"There's one way to find out."

Smack!

"Hey, it was my turn next."

"Sorry, Maggie."

"Besides, you're not doing it right. Should be like this."

Smack! Smack!

"Cheater!"

"Who went out of turn?"

"Who did it twice?"

"Look, Cassandra. There's one for each of us."

"Okay, that's fair."

"You take the right and I'll take the left."

"Why should I..."

"Just pick one, okay? I'll take the other one."

"Thank you."

"F-word!"

"What?"

"Never mind. Ready?"

"What's the goal?"

"What?"

"What's the goal?"

"Cassandra!"

"What's the goal?"

"Who ever reaches 20 first, wins. Happy?"

"Thank you."

"S-word!!"

"Oh, you said..."

"Ready? On your mark, get set, GO!"

Athena's tender buttocks were suddenly assaulted by a fusillade
of hands! "OH!!"

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Ever since she heard the little girls' voices in the hallway she
had pretended to be asleep. The last thing she wanted was to
meet those two again, considering what happened when they had met
before at Tara's. It was only because of Tara's mother that she
managed to escape them!

Oh God! Now they were attacking her again!

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Stop it! Stop it!" she cried, unable to keep quiet any longer.
Athena twisted frantically but was unable to protect her poor
behind.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Unable to take it any longer, Athena Valentine hung limply from
the clothes hook and started to cry. "Whaaa!" she wailed, tears
rolling down her cheeks, her buttocks burning. Why was everyone
always picking on her? "Whaaa!"

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Whaaaaa! <sob> Whaaaaa!" Athena was devastated. It was so
humiliating, being reduced to helpless tears by these children.
Yet she was feeling so excited right now! Each smack was causing
her breasts to move against the wall, dragging her erect nipples
across the dimpled surface. It was lovely! And her pussy! Her
pussy was so tingly, so ready! Why did she want to cum in the
worst way? What was the matter with her?

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Abruptly, the spanking of Athena Valentine stopped. The only
sounds were the satisfied panting from the little girls, and the
quiet sobbing of Athena.

"Ha!" cried a triumphant Cassandra. "I'm first!"

"You are not," said Maggie. "I reached 20 long before youdid."

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"I was just waiting for you to catch up, slow poke."

"Were not!"

"Were too!"

"Were..."

"What is going on here?"

"Oh, hi Mom."

"Hi, Mrs. Marcus."

"What are you two up to now?"

"Nothing," both girls blurted.

"The girl out front said she heard crying."

"Crying? What crying?" asked Cassandra.

"No crying here," stated Maggie.

"I think you two had better wait for me by the counter."

"Yes, Mom."

"Yes, Mrs. Marcus."

"And don't wander!"

"See," said Cassandra with a great deal of satisfaction as they
left the room. "I told you we'd get into trouble."

"Oh, shut up!" replied Maggie.

*****

"Now, what do we have here?" Mrs. Marcus murmured. She
carefully inspected the dangling Athena from left and right, top
to bottom. "Oh, my! It is you."

Realizing that her small tormentors were gone, Athena turned her
head to see who else was in the room with her. Thank God! It
was Tara's mother!

"Mrs. Marcus! Thank God! It's you. Please get me down from
here."

"Whoever did this really did an excellent job. You can't get
down at all, can you? No, I can see that you can't. How
lovely."

"My...my cousin is head of mall security. It was her."

"My compliments to your cousin."

"Please! Please get me down from here. My arms are so tired
and... Oh my God! Mrs. Marcus! You're undressing!"

"Of course I am. I have some ointment that will take the sting
out of your...bottom. And I don't want to get any on me."

"Oh, of course not. Thank you, but there really is no need for
you to go to such trouble. If you could just..."

"Nonsense. If those girls had any fun with you, then it is up to
me to make it right."

"But there really is no need...[SMACK!] OW!!"

"You see, darling, it does sting, doesn't it?"

"Oww! Yes it does!"

"Do you want it to sting any more?"

"NO! Please, no more stings!"

"All right then. Now just close your eyes, be quiet, and let me
work."

Athena did as she was told. She heard the rustle of clothing,
then the sound of a plastic shopping bag being opened, followed
by the opening of various boxes and the occasional small metal
click of what sounded like a fastener, all the while accompanied
by a very contented humming. She felt so strange hanging like
this, very naked and helpless, in front of Tara's mother. At
least it was Mrs. Marcus, a responsible adult, and not someone
like her terrible daughters who might take advantage of her.

"Oh!" gasped Athena when she felt something cool being applied
onto the wounded flesh of her right buttock.

"You know, one thing I like about this mall is all of the
specialty shops so discretely tucked away. There is one in
particular that I truly like. It has such interesting things.
You're lucky, because I've just come from there."

The cool substance continued to spread over the firm curved
surface, and Athena could feel its healing effects almost
immediately. The terrible embarrassment at having someone touch
her naked behind quickly vanished as the soothing cream did its
work. It felt wonderful. All of the pain and burning were
disappearing as if they had never been.

"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Marcus," Athena gushed as she stuck out her
behind to make it easier for the woman. "That feelswonderful."

"You are welcome, honey."
Athena welcomed the cream as it covered her entire behind, only
squirming when Mrs. Marcus insisted on applying it between her
ass cheeks and even heavily over her puckered anus.

"You never know when it might come in handy," a confused Athena
heard her explain.

And naturally, having done that, the woman insisted on continuing
to apply the soothing cream right between her legs and onto her
feverish pussy.

"Oh, my!" gasped the shocked Athena at the unexpected touch.
"Are you...[a-ha]...sure you...[ohmyGod]...should be putting
it...there?"

"Why ever not? You know, this cream has many properties, some of
which may surprise you," Mrs. Marcus casually explained as her
gooey fingers explored every exquisite detail of Athena
Valentine's unprotected shaven sex.

"Ooooohhhhh," Athena moaned helplessly as the knowledgeable
fingers teased and probed, teased and probed. After five minutes
she had been transformed into a limp rag, lost to everything
except what was happening between her legs. Her blood was racing
through her wildly beating heat, her clouded mind only asking for
more. At first the reporter had worried at her sudden loss of
control because of some innocent touching in the application of a
first-aid cream, but that had quickly passed. Athena was now
living only for the moment.

Mrs. Marcus slyly sought out the tiny erect clit. Gently she
moved the hood back and delicately pinched it between thumb and
forefinger. She immediately felt the girl stiffen and copious
amounts of hot girl-cum began to pulse onto her hand.

"AAHHHH," cried Athena as the sudden climax washed through her.

"Oops," said a smiling Mrs. Marcus. "I'm sorry honey. My
mistake."

Mrs. Marcus inspected her prey very carefully. She saw with
approval the eyes dull with lust, felt how the rock-hard nipples
pressed painfully against the wall, noted the ragged breath, the
dripping cunt, the sweaty features. The girl was ready.

"Honey, one of the things I forgot to mention was that this cream
has a special property, actually there are several, but this
particular property is absorbed through the skin and acts as, how
to say this, as an accelerator for certain sensations and
emotions. You are probably feeling it now."

"Mmmmmmm," groaned Athena happily as Mrs. Marcus slipped her hand
in and out of the clasping, well-lubricated cunt. Her entire
body was madly tingling!

"Oh, something else this cream does. It also acts as a
lubricant!"

Mrs. Marcus guided the strap-on between the golden buttocks,
placing the soft head firmly on the vulnerable rosebud nesting
between them. Holding Athena's hips in place with her hands,
Mrs. Marcus carefully moved her own hips forward.

"UUUUuhhhhhh!!!" groaned Athena as she felt a mysterious
intrusion in her ass. A single ping of pain and something easily
slipped past her anus and continued into her. Her burning body
clasped at the intruder eagerly even as her dulled mind tried to
understand what was happening to her.

Mrs. Marcus gave the girl a few moments to become accustomed to
the dildo, then began working the soft rubber smoothly back and
forth in short movements.
She was in heaven! Rapture! How she loved to fuck these proud
schoolgirls in the ass! It was what she lived for.

As the internal resistance lessened, the woman's stokes became
longer until the entire length of the dildo was disappearing
between Athena's quivering ass cheeks.

Athena's shattered mind was lost to the fucking she was
receiving. The cream worked its insidious magic on her already
receptive body and she become white-hot in her passion. Need was
all she knew now, a dangerous all-powerful need that had to be
fulfilled or she would die!

Her left hand began to squeeze her right breast, to pull and
twist the tormented nipple until she was ready to scream. Her
right hand dived between her legs, to start rubbing furiously the
sopping cunt.


*****

Rebecca watched in stunned amazement on the small security
monitors located below the counter. Normally she allow patrons
their privacy by keeping the monitors off, especially those
connected to the dressing rooms, knowing that it was all being
saved to tape anyway. However, when the two little girls
wandered into the store she had turned all the monitors on. No
telling what those kids were up to.

Her jaw dropped when she saw the naked Athena Valentine hanging
from a hook in the Pink Room. It was the sexiest thing she had
ever seen! She couldn't take her eyes off it.

It was when the other woman arrived that, totally fascinated, she
began to sketch on her pad the scene being played out before
her.

*****

Athena began to cum. In her current state she hardly noticed at
first.

When she saw the tormented senior stiffen, Mrs. Marcus smiled
grimly. It only caused her to renew her efforts. She wanted to
dive this haughty bitch who had given her darling Tara such a
hard time at school into the ground. Athena's buttocks shook as
the angry mother slammed her mercilessly from behind.

The climaxes began to run together, one after the other.
Athena's mind, what was left of it, snapped and she screamed!
She dropped her hands to her sides, unable to continue. But her
tormentor from behind was more than ready to continue! Her hips
slammed repeatedly into Athena's ass with, to Mrs. Marcus, a very
satisfying slapping sound.

Once again Athena screamed. It was an animal sound of pure
satisfaction which came from the very depths of her soul. The
final orgasm consumed her so completely there was nothing left
but an unconscious sweating body hanging limply from a clothes
hook.

Mrs. Marcus was pleased.

*****


*****

Athena could not remember much of what happened at the
store and after. She recalled hanging naked on the wall,
and Tara's mother, Mrs. Marcus, talking to her. She
remembered waking up briefly in her cousin's car. In the
darkness of the car's interior, she looked down at her
bare torso, her top had somehow worked its way above her
breasts, and she absently saw that Sophie's right hand
was buried deep between her bare thighs. The blunt hand
was doing surprisingly wonderful things between her wide-
spread legs. Before she faded into unconsciousness again
she noticed Sophie looking at her with tears in her eyes,
muttering, "My fault. All my fault," while her hand
never stopped.

When she woke again they were in front of her apartment
building. Without saying a word, Sophie helped her up to
her apartment, then, leaving her sitting in front of the
door, went back for her garment bag from Bountiful
Plantation. Sophie had to use one of her 'special' keys
to get into the apartment, as Athena had mislaid hers
somewhere. After opening the door, pushing her inside,
and handing her the bag, Sophie waved a silent farewell
and almost ran back to her car.

Athena closed the door and slowly looked around for a
moment, not sure where she was. "My God," she said when
she finally realized her location. "I'm home." She hung
up the garment bag in the small front closet and looked
around again. She could hardly believe she was back at
her apartment and safe once again after such a terrible
day.

Alone and in familiar surroundings at long last, Athena
automatically did the first thing she always did when she
came home, she checked her appearance in the full-length
mirror she had installed behind the front door.

"Eeeeeekkkk!" she screamed, then clamped her hands over
her eyes. She was a disaster! Her hair was a complete
rat's nest, and the only thing she was wearing was a long
sweatshirt which stopped at her upper thighs and had an
embroidered "Bountiful Plantation" in pink text across
her high-set breasts. No underwear, no shoes. Her body
felt like it had been beaten with a baseball bat. It was
bruised, battered and tired, so very tired that she could
hardly stand. Her hips twinged with pain when she
walked.

"What happened?" she asked herself in the mirror. "What
in Hell happened?"

Her phone rang and she debated whether she should just
let it go for once. Habit won out, however, and she
staggered over to the wall unit just inside the small
kitchen located just off the front door to the apartment.

"Uh, hello?" she said while trying not to sound too
exhausted.

"Athena! It's your mother! What's wrong? You sound
exhausted!"

"Oh God! Uh, hello, Mom."

"You don't sound well."

"Long day. Very tired."

"That nice Tara is out front with Stephanie and Tricia.
They are here with the limo to take you to the prom."

Oh, damn, thought Athena. She never had a chance to tell
Sophie that she was supposed to take her to her parent's
home, not here. Tara was not to know that she had her
own place.

Athena put her tired brain to work. "Tell her that I'm
running late, so I will just meet them there."

"Alright. I'll tell them. Are you okay?"

"Yes, mom. I'm fine, really. Just a little tired,
that's all."

"Okay, dear. 'Bye."

"Right. 'Bye."

Athena staggered into the bathroom and started a very hot
bath, filled with the best bath oils and scents she could
find. She stripped, lit ten scented candles, turned on
her bathroom CD player, turned off the lights, and sank
gratefully into the tub.

"Aaahhhh," she cooed as the hot water flowed over her
terribly worn body. She held her breath and slid under
the water. She stayed there for a full minute, letting
the hot scented water cleanse her very being, until she
surfaced gasping for air and feeling a least somewhat in
control again.

"Thanks!" she said to the empty room. "I needed that."

She lay quiet in the tub, watching the shadows from the
candle light flicker on the ceiling, inhaling the
wondrous scents which surrounded her, while letting the
soft jazz quiet her fevered mind and body.

Athena was tired. She was tired of the games, of the
charade, of the person she felt she had to become for
this assignment. She was tired of Athena Valentine,
Bitch Goddess of Elizabeth Borden High School, and
desperately wanted the return of Athena Valentine, the
quiet, good girl who only desired to be a successful
investigative journalist.

It shocked her how easily she had embraced the role of
high school queen, how much she liked having her way at
the expense of everyone, a life-style so self-centered it
took her breath away just thinking about it. It was a
part of her she never knew existed, but, now that this
secret side of herself was finally exposed, it did not
automatically follow that it was a path she must follow.
She once lived without being anything like that and she
felt sure that she could do so again.

She wanted to enter a room and feel people's trust and
friendship, and not their fear, envy and lust. Oh, yes.
She had set herself up as the most beautiful and
unobtainable of women, what every girl in her school
wanted to be, and what every boy simply wanted but would
never get.

And she had done it. She was the Queen, the ruler of all
she surveyed. The goal of Prom Queen, a title the theft
of which from those much more deserving then herself, was
assured. She was going to become the true Queen, and,
almost as an afterthought, finish her story about life in
one of today's high schools.

Then it all went wrong. Her old sickness, an inability
to control her body's reactions to the slightest touch,
no matter how innocent, returned with a vengeance this
week. Every time someone tried to help her from some
silly situation, she lost all control, and lost her
expensive clothes in the process. It was all so
humiliating. She could not even give a simple speech in
class without.without.

"Oh God!" she cried in anguish remembering what had
happened.

It was too painful to think about. She ducked her head
under the water again for another minute to clear her
terrible thoughts.

When she surfaced she was calm again.

By rights she should not go back to the school any more,
her assignment as far as she was concerned was over. She
would take a month off to complete the story and recover
from her ordeal. That was only fair, considering what
the story cost her. At least this time she would be able
to finish it.

But finish it how? What of her own secret life,
especially the part of it which happened this past week?
And the discoveries she had made about herself? What
part could they play in a story for publication in the
Free Press? Of how tingly she felt when the budding
Latina, Paige of the Three Amigos, had kissed her in the
shower and how she wanted it to happen again? Of how
helplessly she fell into strange situation after
situation, losing her clothes and becoming wildly out of
control, her traitorous body still simmering, still
hungry long after everything was over? Even now she
could feel the terrible need at work within her.

"Paige!" Athena painfully gasped. "Poor Paige. Why did
I treat you so badly?" Paige, the silly underclassman
whom the bitch goddess Athena Valentine would not waste
an unnecessary second or a kind word with, yet who, with
her two constant companions Lisa and Natalie, was always
there for her, helping her.

This was her last night. She must make it up to the
girl. But how?

*****

Athena Valentine looked at her image in the bathroom
mirror. It had taken over two hours, but she was ready.
She was washed, shaven, scented, brushed, painted, and
combed. Her hair, which should have been put up in an
expensive perm, hung thick and straight with only a beret
at the back to give it some style. There was no time for
anything more. At least her tan and well-applied makeup
covered any signs of her incredible fatigue.

Her tiny low-cut bra and high-cut panties looked
incredibly sexy with the matching garter belt, stockings
and pumps with stiletto heels. She had to admit those
people at Bountiful Plantation did know their business.
Still, it will be a relief to be able to wear her regular
and much simpler clothes again, instead of always having
to pretend as though she was trying to seduce the world.
That was her younger sister's look, not sensible
Athena's, and she longed for its return.

She looked down at the light blue harness around her
hips. It was her first garter belt, and Athena was
beginning to wish that she had not let those kind women
at Bountiful Plantation talk her into wearing one
tonight. It made her feel far too sexy, as if an
invisible person was caressing her terribly sensitive
upper thighs. The last thing she wanted to feel tonight
was sexy. Her nipples had finally returned to their
normal state and she did not want to chance anything
making them stiff again. They were much too distracting
that way, besides being a terrible indicator that she was
not as cool and collected as she would like everyone to
believe.

Athena looked at her reflection and sighed. She would
just have to think of nothing but maidenly thoughts
tonight, because it was far too late to change anything
now!

She slipped the dress on, and fastened the long zipper
behind her and the criss-crossing spaghetti straps across
her upper back and shoulders. The floor-length, form-
fitting, powder-blue dress shimmered in the harsh
bathroom lights. Long gold earrings and a slim gold
chain around her neck set off her tan and hair perfectly.
They were her only jewelry. She did not need anything
else, not tonight.

The shimmering dress hugged her natural curves all the
way. Only her arms and upper back were bare. That was
all anyone was going to see tonight, her date included,
the pig.

She looked in the mirror a final time. Perfect. As
advertised, her undies did not show. Very sexy, which
was why she had bought the gown in the first place. But
the beautiful dress looked much too provocative for the
way she was feeling tonight, the way it hugged her every
line and curve, as if she were wearing nothing underneath
at all. At the store, they tried to talk her out of her
under-things as well. Going commando was the current
Hollywood fashion they told her, and everyone was doing
it for formal occasions. Oddly, the thought made her
tingle. But she dared not. She was far too weak.
Things always started happening to her whenever she went
without, terrible things that consumed her very being.
She knew she could not trust herself anymore, not like
that. Not for a long time.

Tonight must be perfect. Above all, nothing must cause
her to lose control. Being crowned Prom Queen would
realize her dream of being a successful investigative
reporter. After all she had been through, she certainly
could not back out now.

All that was left to do was to call a taxi, take her
spare set of keys to her SUV still in the school parking
lot, transfer all of her things from her school purse to
her matching cute little prom purse, go to what was left
of the damn prom and win. Simple.

"What about their faces?" she wondered as she slipped on
her high-heeled pumps. "How will everyone react when
they first see me there?"

As far as anyone knew, she was still Athena Valentine,
Bitch Queen of Elizabeth Borden High School, rich,
untouchable and perfect. Why should anyone listen to
vague, third-hand rumors about what might have happened
in some silly class? Her old life beckoned her and she
wanted it back badly, but she wanted this too. She would
show them all who was really in charge. She was the one
and only Athena Valentine, and she was going to have a
night which they would be talking about long after she
was gone. Oh, yes!

She strode importantly from the bathroom and went to her
living room. She noticed for the first time how very
cluttered it was with expensive exercise equipment.

"Everything gets returned once the assignment is over,"
her editor had told her at their last stormy meeting.
"The exercise equipment, that damned SUV you just had to
have, those clothes which royalty couldn't afford, all of
it! You damn-near broke the paper with this stuff and
it's the only way I can get us out of the red again. No
pouting! It goes back!!"

"Good!" pronounced Athena Valentine to her living room.
It was back to her shabby if inexpensive health club
after this, but she did not care. "Take it all!" she
joyously shouted. "I want my damn life back!"

She looked around the room once again.

"But not tonight!" she said, then laughed triumphantly at
her victory to come.

At least tonight should be easy. She'll go, win the
title, and that will be that. And if anyone says or does
anything, she will just crush them. She had had a very
long day and was feeling cranky.

This was her night, and no one was going to ruin it for
her. Not Tara, not anyone.

Besides, what could possibly go wrong at a prom?

*****

The Three Amigos were on station behind the refreshment
table. They were all wearing a short plain white button-
down shirt worn outside of tight black stretch-pants, and
black, low-heeled calf-length boots, their long blue-
black hair tucked into a severe top-knot.

Paige anxiously inspected the dark crowded gym from her
vantage point behind a large punch bowl. The glittering
array of upper classmen dancing to the pulsating beat of
the band on the stage held no interest for her at all.
Damn! Still no Athena!

"You don't think she isn't going to come, do you?" she
yelled to Natalie standing on her right. Yelling was the
only way you could make yourself be heard while the band
was playing.

"I shouldn't be at all surprised," Natalie replied loudly
as she refilled another large punch bowl. "You wouldn't
believe what everyone is saying about her out there."

"Like what?"

"You don't want to know," Lisa chimed in from Paige's
left.

"That bad?" asked Paige.

"That bad," answered Lisa. "Sorry. I know what she
means to you."

"She doesn't mean a thing to me."

"Oh, sure. That's why you went nuts when we caught her
with that teacher."

"I was just surprised, that's all. I thought she was
better then that. Obviously not."

"What about the Athena-Cam you watch on your PC every
night from Tara's web site? What about that?"

"I.I still don't believe it's really her doing. those
things with those.those rich putas."

"Oh, oh. Here comes the Spanish."

"What?" asked Paige.

"Paige, you only start speaking Spanish when you are
really angry."

"I do not."

"Yes, you do."

"Lisa! That's not true and you know it."

"Page, I'm telling you, you go into Spanish mode when you
get really mad."

"I do not!"

"Natalie! Tell her!"

"Tell me what?"

"It's true, Paige."

"But we don't even speak Spanish at home unless the
relatives are visiting."

"Doesn't matter. You."

"Never mind! Both of you need to refill your chip bowls.
They are getting empty."

"This job sure sounded a lot more glamorous when we
signed up for it," Natalie said as she reached under the
table for the latest refills.

"Yeah, I know the feeling," said Lisa. "The only
freshmen allowed at the prom. Except no one said
anything about possible hearing loss. And, hey, who
thought up these outfits? I feel like I'm going to bust
out of these pants any minute now! It's embarrassing.
I'm afraid to do anything!"

"They are pretty tight," agreed Natalie. "You look good,
though."

"Really?" asked Lisa. She twisted around to look at her
own shirt-covered bottom.

"Oh, yes. Very nice."

"Thank you!"

"It was her," Paige said gloomily. "It was Athena. She
did it when she joined the Prom Committee. She decided
on these outfits."

"Why am I not surprised at that?" said Natalie.

"OhmyGod!" gasped Paige breathlessly. "It's her!"

"Where? I don't see her."

"Over there by the main door, goof."

"Oh. See her. Wow, what a dress!"

"Yeah. I need to.to talk to her. Cover me."

"Got your back, Paige," said Natalie.

"Give her our love," said a grinning Lisa.

*****

Athena Valentine stood with trembling legs at the
entrance to the gym. It was Prom Night, her night, but
how she expected to survive this was something else
again. She must have been crazy to come here.

Still, she could not let this opportunity pass, not after
what she had been through. She earned this, and she was
going to collect.

Alone, she was grateful she had not really been noticed
yet. Standing by the door, Athena enjoyed her last few
moments of peace. She was still not sure what everyone's
reaction would be to her presence, but she knew that it
did not matter any more. This was to be her last night,
and it was going to be hers. She earned it.

Athena looked for her group but could not see them. She
did not want to, but she had to join them as planned if
only for appearance sake. At least it should be safe.
Tara would not dare try anything with her in so public a
place with everyone watching them.

"They must be around here somewhere," Athena muttered
irritably. The center floor was full of dancing students
glittering in their expensive finery. Very few people
were sitting at the tables or standing along the walls.

Suddenly two arms appeared around Athena's waist and she
was forcibly pulled backwards into the shadows.

"Hey! Help!" she shouted as she fought to keep her
balance on her tall heels, but no one heard her in the
thundering noise. The arms disappeared but Athena could
not stop her backward motion until she slammed forcibly
against the wall of the gym.

"OOF!" she cried as the air was pushed from her lungs by
the blow and her head bounced against the wall. "Oooww.
What happened?"

Before she had a chance to recover, a small, thin girl
with a light brown face, wearing a white shirt and black
pants, appeared in front of her and kissed her hard on
the lips.

Athena was so shocked she instinctively pulled her golden
head back and it bounced off of the wall once again.
"OW!"

Dazed, she could only stand while the girl attached
herself to her lips once again, the small soft tongue
forcing its way past Athena's white even teeth and into
the hot pink wetness of her mouth.

"Mmmmmmm!?! MMmmmmmm?? Mmmmm? Mmmmmmmmm." Athena's
protests died away as the wonderful kiss consumed her.
She closed her eyes and gave herself into it. Her arms
circled the waist of the budding young form before her.
It was Paige she finally realized. The only person here
who really cared about her. The young girl was just
showing how happy she was to see her. How sweet! A good
thing it was something so innocent, because people might
begin to wonder at two girls kissing like this. Her
entire body was feeling strangely tingly, but Athena knew
it was probably only her own reaction at seeing her
darling Paige once again.

What the distracted Athena did not notice was how Paige
had been lightly rubbing the tips of the reporter's high-
set breasts with her small knuckles. The nipples, very
sensitive after a full day of fun, responded instantly to
Paige's cunning fingers and eagerly leapt to full
erectness. Paige noted with glee how fast Athena's nips
revealed themselves under the sheer material of the
expensive dress and bra. It was just as she thought.
The 14-year old was very familiar now with the proud body
of Athena Valentine. Ever since she touched it this
morning for the first glorious time, she did nothing
except study its secrets, how it responded whenever and
wherever she touched it. She knew it now. Athena
Valentine was hers. Upon finding her goal, Paige began
to work on Athena's nipples, pinching and pulling them
between her fingers, yet always being careful not to mark
that beautiful dress. But that was not all. A sly thigh
worked its way between Athena's trembling legs and
pressed firmly against the reporter's covered crotch.

Athena's head was spinning. She was feeling very
strange. Perhaps it was from bumping her head, or maybe
it was how sweet Paige was so happy to see her, but
whatever it was her body was tingling like crazy now,
especially her chest! It was so weird! Her poor nipples
felt like they were ready to explode, and every strange
twinge from them went directly to her already heating
pussy.

"Oh no!," she thought feeling sick to her stomach. "Not
now. Please, God, not now!" It was her illness again
returning to haunt her. Her stupid, deadly illness,
which meant that if anyone touched her, even in the most
innocent way as with her sweet Paige now, her traitorous
body would turn every pure touch into something sexual
and wicked, and yet so delicious she wanted to scream in
ecstasy. It was her own fault, she knew. Deveroux's
doctor had told her all about it, but the pills were gone
and Athena could think of no other way of fighting these
terrible, exquisite sensations racing through her. It
was obvious that sweet Paige was just happy to see her.
Athena knew that it was her own sick mind and body that
was causing the rising pressure of a dangerous climax to
already start building.

"MMM!" Athena gasped after a particularly strong twisting
sensation radiating from her troubled nipples went
shooting through her clouded mind like an electric shock.
It was as if someone were playing with them, but
thankfully she knew that could not possibly be true. Not
here, and certainly not with her sweet Paige. It was her
own sickness that made her feel that way. Her knees
weakened and if not for Paige pressing her firmly against
the wall she would have fallen. Athena's vagina pulsed
slightly and she was suddenly aware at how shockingly
close to an orgasm she was!

Paige went to work on Athena's proud nipples with a
vengeance. Even through dress and bra, they felt
wonderfully full and stiff.

"Mmmmm? Mmmmm! MMMMM!" Athena tried to warn Paige that
she could not take anymore, but the sweet freshman still
had not broken her devastating kiss of welcome and it was
impossible to make herself understood. Suddenly it was
too late for anything. She came!

Paige gleefully felt the beautiful body stiffen. "Got
you!" her mind yelled. "Got you!"

The cunning freshman broke the kiss and took a step back.
She wanted to see this!

"UHHHH!" helplessly grunted Athena as her vaginal muscles
contracted. She bent over, clutching her abdomen with
both hands to try and stop her wildly spasming cunt. But
it was no use. She could feel her nice new panties being
ruined as her own lubricants flooded into them.

Her body calming, a trembling Athena stood up more or
less straight once again. Paige placed her hands on
Athena's bare shoulders. She looked happily at the
flushed dazed face in front of her, disheveled yet
radiant, still in the thrall of the climax. "Is anything
wrong?" she asked.

"Oh, no!" Athena mumbled miserably, her head down,
unaware of Paige's presence. "It feels so good. God,
why does it have to feel so good?"

"Athena, is there anything wrong?"

"Oh, Paige! It's you. I'm sorry. I'm a mess!
I've.I've had an.an."

"An accident?" added Paige helpfully.

"Y-yes. That's right, an accident. I don't feel very
well. I don't feel very well at all."

"Oh, my. Let's get you cleaned up."

Holding her by the waist, Paige guided the limp Athena
from the wall and through the gym's entrance. If she saw
anyone looking at her, Paige either ignored them or said
softly, "Cramps," and always received a wince of sympathy
in return from those who understood.

She cut through the long line leading to the girls'
locker room, and commandeered the first lavatory stall
she found that had an unlocked door. A half-naked girl,
sitting on the john fixing her dress, looked up in horror
at Paige and Athena.

"Okay, out!" commanded Paige. She snatched the shocked
girl's dress from her hands and tossed it towards the row
of sinks on the other side of the crowded room.

"EEEEEEKKKKKKK!!!" the girl shrieked. She jumped up and
dashed after her dress, trying to cover her wildly
bouncing bare breasts with her arms as she ran through
the laughing crowd.

"Ah, alone at last," said a beaming Paige as she led the
still befuddled Athena into the stall.

"Now bend over, and we'll get you all cleaned up. That's
right, just hold that silver thingy, and relax. It will
be over before you know it."

Paige carefully pulled up the long dress from the bottom,
slowly revealing the fabulous nylon-covered legs,
stopping only to admire how the garters framed Athena's
delightful thighs, lifting the skirt until the light blue
transparent panties covering the taut buttocks were fully
exposed to view. The slightly thicker material running
between the thighs was badly soaked. Paige draped the
long skirt over Athena's waist, then moved away to admire
her handy-work.

"Gulp." Paige's heart skipped a beat at the glorious
sight!

She heard a sound behind her and half-turned her head.
Through the corner of her eye she could tell that the
stall door was slightly ajar and a few girls were crowded
around the gap trying to look in. Paige 'accidentally'
bumped against the door and it opened completely to the
astonishment of the crowd on the other side.

"Now spread your legs nice and wide so we can wipe off
that nasty girl-cum," she said for the benefit of her
audience. "That's a good girl."

Athena hung her head in shame. In spite of everything
Paige still liked her, even after making a complete fool
of herself in the gym. She did not deserve such a
devoted friend!

Paige stood aside so that everyone could get a good view
of Athena's soiled panties, and from the gasps and
giggles coming from outside the stall, they were doing
just that.

"Yuck! What a mess you are!" scolded Paige to the
giggles of the watching girls. "Now I have to clean you
just like a little baby."

An ashamed Athena could only nod her head in agreement.
Just make it quick, she thought in torment. It was
incredibly humiliating to be half-dressed like this and
have someone clean her privates for her. She wanted to
die! But yet, why was she tingling as if excited her?

Paige pulled a short length of toilet paper, folded it
into a pad, then began to slowly wipe at Athena's pantied
crotch. Making sure that those behind her could see, she
went over the swollen labia again and again until she was
sure the shaking senior was very close to cumming.

"Ohhh, I can't.much longer.hold." softly moaned Athena as
she fought against the unwanted climax trying to consume
her.

"Oh, this won't do at all," Paige complained and pulled
the taut panties down past a frozen Athena's hips to her
knees.

"Paige! Please!" Athena whispered in horror as she felt
her panties being lowered.

"Now spread you legs so I can get at you. Farther."

Without thinking, Athena strained her legs to comply, but
they were caught in her lowered panties. All her fevered
mind could think in the depths of her humiliation and
growing excitement was that was that all that mattered
now was that she must do what she could to make things
easier for Paige.

"Now arch your back so I can clean that dirty little
pussy of yours. That's my good girl."

Athena's panties were stretched almost to the breaking
point between her legs, her shaved cunt completely
visible to the growing crowd outside of the stall.

Paige began to carefully rub Athena's exposed and
defenseless sex with her soft pad. The paper quickly
became soaked but Paige did not care as she had no
intention of cleaning anything. As her right hand slowly
wiped again and again the swollen labia, her left hand
lovingly traced the crack of Athena's ass, the fingers
dancing close around the sensitive brown rosebud nestled
between the extended cheeks.

The 14-year old felt Athena shudder and the pad of paper
in her right hand suddenly became soaked with hot fluid
splashing from the senior's exploding cunt! Athena
helplessly ground her hips onto Paige's hand, trying to
prolong the sensation.

"Oh, my. Did we have another accident?" Paige asked
sweetly. Athena could only nod in misery when the climax
had passed and she became still. She had done it again,
she had humiliated herself in front of sweet innocent
Paige!

The freshman tossed the pad, completely soaked with the
evidence of Athena's latest climax, in front of the
hushed crowd. It landed with a loud splat and glistened
in the harsh light.

"Now we are going to have to do it all over again," Paige
said in her best mother's voice, "and all because you
can't control yourself". She smacked Athena's right
buttock, leaving a wet handprint.

The dazed Athena felt devastated. Her sweet Paige was
right. All the girl was trying to do was help, and all
she did was continue to make a mess of herself. If only
she could learn control!

Paige began rubbing Athena's cunt again, only this time
just using her hand. She ran it openly back and forth,
always making sure the watching girls behind her had a
clear view. She saw a hand place an open compact with a
large mirror on the closed toilet seat. Now the girls
really had a good view!

"Uuuuhhh," groaned Athena as Paige pretended to wipe off
the sopping crotch but was actually having great fun
teasing Athena Valentine's vulnerable sex. Paige was in
complete control of the bent-over helpless reporter.
Whenever she felt Athena nearing another climax, she
would back off and let her recover a moment, then begin
again. The sweating Athena was soon a trembling wreck!

Paige decided that it was time for a little fun. She
carefully spread Athena's leaking fluids all around the
shaved cunt, paying particular attention to the swollen
labia. When Athena's natural leaking proved insufficient
for her needs, Paige lightly tickled Athena's engorged
clit and was soon rewarded with another shudder and
handfuls vaginal lubricant. She spread the hot girl-cum
thickly between the senior's legs, then worked her way up
between the spread buttocks.

Athena Valentine, college graduate and investigative
would-be reporter, had been turned by a 14-year old girl
from an intelligent young woman into a vending machine
for her own sweet nectar. She no longer thought, she
only existed, shuddering and moaning her way from one
climax to another under Paige's eager hands. To produce
girl-cum on demand for the young freshman was her sole
reason for being. Weak from the effort, she leaned
limply over the closed toilet. Only by straddling the
commode could the thing which had once been Athena
Valentine remain standing.

Paige began to wonder if there could be a market for this
wonderful hot substance filling her hands, maybe for
girls who have trouble getting wet (call it 'LubriCUNT'),
or for those who just want to feel something very special
against their own sensitive skin (call it "Be My
Valentine"). She could lead Athena about the school,
keeping her always ready, providing samples or product as
required. She would not have to worry about college
scholarships after that. How cool was that?

Paige expertly teased Athena's sex once more, just to
make sure she had enough. There was a soft shudder and
"UH!" from a devastated Athena, and Paige's small hands
quickly filled with more of Athena's sweet honey. Soon
the entire area of the senior's crotch was sopping wet,
with Athena's own girl-cum forming a thick hot layer over
its entire length and width. Paige then raised the
lowered panties back over Athena's exposed hips, pulling
up the front and back sections as far as they would go,
causing the distraught Athena to moan yet again. She did
not make them into a thong (that would come later), but
she noted happily that Athena was now showing much more
of her golden cheeks then she was when she arrived. She
waited until she saw how quickly the full crotch-band
began seeping with the delightful substance.

"Mmmm. Yummy," giggled Paige as her fingers felt the
tight stuffed panties squish over Athena's crotch. "That
should give you something to think about."

"Oohhhhh" moaned Athena helplessly at the incredible
sensations coming from her crotch as she slowly became
aware of her surroundings once again. What was Paige
doing to her? Didn't the girl realize how terribly
sensitive she was there of all places?

"Am.I.clean.yet.?" a trembling Athena choked out. She
wondered what could be taking Paige so long in cleaning
her off. She could not understand it. The panting
reporter felt as if she had just finished a 5-mile run.
She was sweating and exhausted. Still, Athena found the
exposed position she was in to be oddly exciting, and she
was afraid to do anything which might trigger yet another
mind-destroying climax in front of the innocent Paige.
The girl was just trying to clean of some of her own
disgusting juices before they soiled her beautiful gown,
and yet she somehow lost control of herself countless
times already. Her sickness was truly out of control
tonight.

She felt Paige pat her on the left buttock and say
happily, "All done. You can get up now."

Athena had been bent over for so long that when she stood
the small stall began to spin. "Oh! I'm so dizzy," she
complained while beginning to sway.

"Here," Paige said, guiding her. "Put your hands flat on
the wall for a moment. I need to fix your dress anyway."

"Thank you," Athena said gratefully as she leaned against
one of the stall walls.

Paige regretfully dropped the long skirt into position,
then with much more enthusiasm undid the crossed shoulder
straps and the dress' fasteners. She pulled the top of
the opened dress down far enough to completely expose
Athena's bra.

"The panties can stay," Paige said, "but the bra has to
go!"

"OH!" gasped Athena as she felt the dress' bra spring
open and be quickly pulled from her body.

She frantically covered her bare chest with her arms.
"Paige! Please! I need that!"

"No you don't. Let's get you tucked back in and I'll
show you."

"But, Paige.!" complained Athena, but the freshman
ignored her.

"Put your arms down, silly," said Paige in her best eager
little-girl voice. "I can't do this with you in the
way."

Athena dropped her arms and stood helplessly as her young
friend dressed her.

Paige raised the top of the dress and took her time
fitting each firm breast into the tight bodice. It
required a great deal of kneading of the glorious breast-
flesh. She would repeatedly slide her fingers over those
arrogant tits, making sure to catch them on Athena's
nipples so that they were especially stiff when she was
done.

"Oh! Paige! What are you doing?" a bewildered Athena
gasped. Paige seemed to be taking forever getting her
dress back on.

When she felt Athena begin to shudder again, Paige
stopped her teasing of those fabulous tits and quickly
refastened the dress and all of the straps.

Athena looked down and saw with horror that her proud
breasts were totally revealed under the thin sheer
material of her beautiful dress, her untamed nipples
looking incredibly extended.

"Oh, Paige," gasped the breathless Athena. "I know you
are just trying to help, but I'm going to need band-aids
or something to cover my.my nips. I don't have a bra,
and they're so.so out there!"

"I prefer them like that," murmured Paige to herself.

"What did you say?!"

"Nothing. Back to the prom. You're fine. Trust me."

"I.I do trust you, Paige. I really do. I know that you
are my only friend in this entire school, and I would do
anything for you. I like you. But I feel so exposed
without a bra, and.and squishy. I feel really
squishy.down there, even after all the.the cleaning you
did for me."

"You'll be fine," said Paige. "Don't worry about it."

"All right, Paige," said an exhausted Athena. She was
too tired and confused to argue anymore. She just wanted
to get her prize and go home before anything else
happened. "Anything you say."

Paige looked at the overcome Athena. Her damp face,
still showing the glowing signs of her recent climaxes,
her thick golden hair in slight disarray with beads of
sweat running through it, her wonderful breasts now
obviously without confinement, all in all Miss Athena
Valentine the Perfect had become the classic picture of
the beautiful girl who had very recently been with a
special someone, who had in fact been having sex with a
special someone. And Paige, along with every girl in the
lavatory, knew that she was that special someone.

"Senior in my pocket," she thought with satisfaction.
"Wait until I tell the gang about this!"

*****

Athena once again stood inside the gym's entrance.
However, there was a difference this time. She did not
have a bra and her impudent nipples were sticking out a
mile, her panties were soaked with her vaginal fluids to
the point that she could feel trickles running down the
insides of her thighs, and Paige seemed to have taken
possession of her ass because her hand was all over it!
That and the fact that, just from walking from the
lavatory to the gym, she wanted to cum so badly she could
practically taste it. Paige was only supposed to help
clean her up a little, but instead she felt more excited
now then she had all day. How could that of happened?
Even worse, how could she even think of lasting out the
remainder of the evening?

It was impossible for her to stay, especially like this.
She must find Tara and give her apologies to the group.

Paige gave her a good-bye kiss (in front of everyone!)
and returned with a proud swagger to the food tables.

Athena walked slowly around the edge of the gym, staying
as much as she could in the shadows. She just could not
understand why she felt so wet and gooey. It was as if
she had been greased! Walking had become a terrible
turn-on with her slick thighs and buttocks, not to
mention her braless breasts quivering slightly in her
bodice. The one thing she did not want to happen this
evening was happening with a vengeance. But now she was
feeling so excited she could hardly stand it. Distracted
by the turmoil within her, Athena absently held her lower
lip between her teeth as she walked with unseeing eyes
through the crowd, unaware of how her stiff nipples were
clearly visible under the slick expensive material.

Others noticed her now and many tried to talk with her,
but Athena was aware of nothing except the burning need
to cum in her loins. When she was dimly aware of others
around her, she could only try to give them one of her
old imperial nods that she reserved for the lesser
mortals. Speaking was impossible. She knew that if she
opened her mouth for anything she would certainly scream.
"Oh, Paige!" she thought. "What have you done to me?"

*****

"Where is that bitch?" grumbled Tara.

"Don't worry," said Stephanie. "She wouldn't miss
tonight for the world."

"But she wouldn't even ride with us!" Trisha complained.
"And that lame excuse she had her mother give us! The
bitch!"

"Do you have the disk?" asked Tara.

"Oh, yes," Trisha answered. "Selected screen captures
from Athena-Cam, plus the stuff you gave me from your
Mother. I barely had time to put it all together. My
God! Where did she get that? It was hot!"

"A store's surveillance camera. The salesgirl was nice
enough to give Mom a copy."

"Or.?" Trisha asked.

"Or Mom would have plastered the girl's picture all over
the net."

"Your Mom does have a way with people."

"Watch it," warned Tara.

"Okay, okay," said Trisha, holding up her open hands in
surrender.

"Athena's certainly been having a busy day," observed
Stephanie.

"With that slut, it's just been business as usual for
her," spat Tara in disgust.

"Meow!" said Trisha.

"It's true."

"Take a look behind you," observed Stephanie. "It's
her."

"Will you look at that!" gasped Trisha.

"Quick, girl!" said Tara. "Take your disk over to the
girl running the projector behind the screen. Tell her
it's for Athena's presentation. She'll know what to do."

"Yummy!" cooed Trisha as she left on her errand.

"Speaking of yummy." said Tara.

"Yes, she is all of that," said Stephanie. "What's with
her tonight, anyway? She looks all funny."

"Athena? A bitch in heat is a wonderful thing, Steph'.
You should know that."

"Yes," Stephanie said shyly looking down at the table.
"But now? Here?"

"Why not now? Go bring the darling over here. She looks
so confused and vulnerable. How perfect! Time for more
fun with the Princess."

"Yummy!" cooed Stephanie.

"Yes," agreed Tara, hungrily licking her lips. "Yummy."

*****

*****

Athena Valentine walked in a cloud across the crowded dance floor. The world
was a blur, as if seen through a fine mist. She was barely aware of anything.
The well-dressed students, the pounding music, the flashing lights meant
nothing
to her. Only the incredible sensations coming from her soaked crotch had her
attention! Her Panties! Her wet panties were driving her crazy! She felt so
slick, as if she had been greased or something. Paige was supposed to have
helped in cleaning everything up, but in her innocent enthusiasm she made it
much worse instead. In fact, she was now feeling incredibly sexy! Athena
sensed her free flowing juices running between her rubbing thighs. Even her
rubbing buttocks felt greased inside the tight panties. She had to get them off
somehow, otherwise she would soon start to climax and never stop!

"Oh, my sweet Paige!" Athena though desperately. "What have you done to me?"

A familiar face appeared out of the mist directly in front of her. Stephanie!

"Hi, Athena!" said Stephanie. "We missed you!"

"Uh, hi, Steph'," mumbled Athena. Her mouth opened, but she could not even
begin to explain what she had been doing all evening. All she could manager was
a meager, "Been busy."

"Sure. Follow me. We're over there." Stephanie took the dazed Athena by the
hand and led her across the crowded floor to the table where the seated Tara
was
waiting patiently.

At the table, Athena saw that Tara was seated facing the dance floor, while
Stephanie and Trisha were seated facing their friend. Stephanie returned to her
chair, leaving Athena standing alone. Athena was surprised that there were only
three chairs at the table, occupied by Tara, Trisha, and Stephanie. She looked
around for a free chair but none seemed available.

Tara answered her unspoken question. "You're late, so everything is taken.
You'll just have to stand by me until something's available."

The nervous Athena wanted to kept herself as far from the smiling Tara as she
could, but the senior motioned regally for Athena to come over to her. In spite
of her apprehension of being close to Tara, the dazed reporter could not
resist.

When she timidly neared her nemesis, Tara reached around Athena's waist with
her
left arm and pulled her befuddled rival close to her.

The girls glittered like perfection itself and Athena felt like an unmade bed.
Something else was missing, and it took her tired and confused mind a moment to
realize what it was. No dates!

"Where...where is...everybody?" she asked with great effort. It was hard to
speak. It was hard for her to do anything except think of the fantastic
sensations radiating from her excited sex.

Stephanie supplied the answer. "There's a divisional championship on tonight,
and the boys are all huddled in a room someplace watching the smallest TV in
the
world."

"The whole team," chimed in Trisha. "It's really kind of funny. They come back
whenever there's a break. They are sweet enough about it, but they would die if
they couldn't see it."

"Sweet!" snorted Stephanie in disgust.

"Well, it is," said Trisha defensively.

"But...tonight?" asked Athena, not at all sure about what was happening.

"It's just as well," purred Tara. "I like to think of this as our night,
anyway."

"Ours?" asked a very confused Athena. "Our night?"

"Yes, Athena. Yours and mine. A very special evening. I have something of
yours that I want to return to you, and you have something of mine that I want
back."

Tara turned to pick up something small from the floor beside her and dropped it
on her lap, while a miserable Athena stood swaying beside her. She felt very
dizzy and wondered if there was a place where she could lie down for a few
minutes. Even using the table as support, Athena still found it hard to stand.
She had been through too much and needed desperately to find a place where she
could rest and once again try to clean herself up.

Her panties! Oh, God, she had forgotten all about them! She had to get her
panties off and cleaned before they soaked through her dress.

"Please excuse me, everyone, but I must...OH!" Athena stiffened in alarm when
she felt something sliding up her slick inner thighs. She looked down and saw
with very wide eyes how Tara had placed her left hand under the back of the
long
skirt and had run her entire arm up the back!

"Tara!" hissed the stunned Athena in protest when she felt the senior press
against her very sensitive vulva. "Tara, what are you doing?"

"I'm just trying to help you stand up. You look a little shaky."

"Tara, please," Athena protested as quietly as she could. The pressure from
Tara's hand was driving her crazy! "I appreciate your h-help, but."

"Just keep looking forward, and no one will notice a thing."

"But, Tara...! Oh! What are you.OH!!!" Athena felt the hand move slowly over
the surface of the soaked panties, first the front, and then the back, not
missing a single inch of material. It was just as well she knew that Tara was
only checking her out, because otherwise it seemed to her fevered brain that
the
hated Tara was using this opportunity to feel her up!

"My, how wet you are," purred Tara. "Shall I take these nasty things off for
you?"

Athena could only rapidly nod her head in tiny shakes. She had to get out of
those wet panties, she just had to! They were driving her insane! Tara was
only trying to help for a change. It wasn't her fault at all.

She hung her head in shame as she felt her wet underwear slide past her hips,
caught between her thighs a moment, then slid down her legs until they landed
with a faint 'plop' at her feet.

"Now step out of them, that's a good girl," Tara ordered.

Athena could only do what Tara said. She was so ashamed that even Tara could
see how desperately in need of help she was. It was terrible!

Tara picked up the soaked garment and to Athena's horror held it openly up to
her nose. "How sweet you are," Tara observed as she delicately tasted the light
blue undies. She then tossed them across the table to a laughing Stephanie.

"Here, Steph'. Add them to our collection."

"I'd better dry them off first," said a giggling Stephanie and she hung them
off
the side of the table, in direct view of anyone on the dance floor.

Watching with a sick fascination horror at what Stephanie was doing with her
precious underwear, Athena never noticed how Tara quickly put her hand up
between her legs again until she felt Tara's hand once again cup her now
defenseless crotch.

"My God, you are wet!" complained Tara loudly as she ran her hand over baby-
smooth flesh of Athena's recently shaven sex.

"Tara! Please don't!" begged Athena, not at all sure what Tara was up to now.
She felt something tickle along the top of her left stocking before the hand
returned to tracing the wet swollen labia.

"Look at the crowd," ordered Tara quietly. "There, that's a good girl. Now,
just keep looking at the crowd and we'll be find. I'm just drying you off,
that's all. You would like that, you would like me to dry you off, wouldn't
you?"

"Yesss," moaned Athena, but to what she was agreeing to she could not say.

The hand massaging her secret flesh was driving the dazed Athena mad. She
wanted badly to cum, just a little. Maybe she was acting so crazy because she
was so wet down there. Tara was right, she had to get dry somehow.

"UHHhhh," groaned Athena as Tara slipped two slim fingers into the hot ready
cunt. The muscles grabbed at the intruders greedily. Athena leaned forward
over the table and placed her open hands on it to help hold her herself up. She
legs were suddenly weak and she was afraid of falling. "Tara was only helping
her," her befuddled mind kept repeating as Tara worked eagerly on the perfect
dripping cunt of Athena Valentine.

*****

The Principle was standing to the left of the stage. The band had taken a break
and a large noisy crowd was gathered by the refreshments. A smaller, quieter
crowd has gathered on the other side of the gym, in front of Tara's table.

The Principle was soon joined by Bohon. The two women stood side-by-side as
they coolly surveyed the crowd of students. There was no sign in their casual
elegance of their recent afternoon session with the Nurse's Aid, Karen Allen.
They talked softly, their lips hardly moving. A casual observer would think
they were not speaking at all.

"Welcome back," said Principal Nelson. "How's the chipmunk?"

"Home safe and sound."

"And the excuse?"

"No problem. Everyone believes she lost her clothes when she fell into some
dip, and then had the bad luck to become soaked by an unsteady punch bowl.
Proms can be such a hazard sometimes. We certainly couldn't send her home all
gooey like that, so we had to run her through the shower, never knowing that
the
silly janitors were to take her dirty things and burn them with the rest of the
trash by mistake!"

"Naturally. Happens around here all the time."

"Naturally."

"Does she understand?"

"Oh, yes. Nancy Allen understands. After three solid hours of fun with us it's
about the only thing she understands."

"What does she understand?"

"That every day after school she is to see you or me for special instruction,
to
make up for behaving so badly in school. Oh, and she lost her underwear
privileges for the remainder of the school year. She is to bring them to your
office every morning, and come back for them at the end of every day. Being
caught running around naked on school property like that, and in a classroom
yet, is inexcusable. And to lie about how she lost her clothes, makes it even
worse. And she the Nurse's Aid, too, a position of trust and responsibility.
Such a terrible example, especially for the younger, more impressionable
students. Shocking."

"Shocking. Does she know that she will be having to undergo a strip search
every morning, so we can be sure she is not going to sneak something into
school
without permission?"

"Of course not. Why should I spoil your fun?"

"What fun is that?"

"When she shows up Monday all unsuspecting and hands you a spare set. That
should really shake up her confidence a bit when you make her strip down and
then seriously examine her."

"That it should. How is the chipmunk taking it?"

"Not too bad. She was still sobbing a little in the car as I laid down the
rules to her, but when we reached her driveway she practically raped me. Still
just the tiniest bit confused, I should think. But don't worry, she is all
yours."

"Did you put up much of a struggle?"

"Very funny. I had to stop for some new hose before coming back here. The
family thought she was just shaken up from losing her clothes. Normally, they
told me, she is a rather perky individual."

"The chipmunk is a very enthusiastic young lady."

"She certainly is now. God bless Athena Valentine. She does seem to bring out
the best in people, doesn't she? Speaking of which..."

"She's over with Tara Marcus and company. Came in late, then spent some quality
time in the girls' lavatory with some freshman she's been hanging around with
lately, according to the stories I've overheard. Either way, our beautiful
Athena seems very primed tonight."

"You know, I could have sworn I saw Athena in the same outfit you gave the
chipmunk to go home in."

"I thought it only fair that since Athena took Nancy's clothes, that Nancy
should have Athena's as well. Athena always does very well in the clothes
department. I seriously doubt if she will even miss them."

"If you say so. Oh, by the way. Why on Earth do you keep calling Miss Allen
the chipmunk? Because she's so cute?"

"Partly."

"Well, then?"

"Haven't you ever noticed her adorable face when she's trying to fight a
climax?
How hard she concentrates? When she does that her cheeks puff out, just like a
little chipmunk storing nuts. I'm surprised you didn't notice. She did it all
the time."

"That's right! So she did. Well, I never!"

"You should be more observant of your students, Bohon."

"Yes, you're right. Except she's not one of my students, she is actually one of
yours. School staff. By the way, mind if I ask you something a bit personal?"

"Please, do."

"We've known each other for several years now, yet you have never been this
open
before about...certain things. I was just wondering, why now? I mean, I've
always known about your fun cameras and such, but including me with Nancy
Allen,
I mean the chipmunk! Well, that was very special for me. Thank you. But, why
now?"

"You're welcome. You have always been a good friend and I like you very much.
You are also a fine teacher and I wish we had more like you. But look who's
talking! When was the last time you took a student in your own classroom, and
during school hours at that?"

"It's that damn Athena. She really does something to you. So beautiful, so
perfect. Consequences don't seem to matter any longer. Only she matters."

"True, how true."

"Even now."

"I agree. Even now."

"In fact..."

"I was just thinking the same thing. Perhaps it is time we made the rounds to
see what our little darlings are up to?"

"Cool."

"Cool."

*****

Athena Valentine was not feeling at all well. Tara's helpful hand was driving
her mad. She could hardly stand, and the need to cum was overpowering her every
thought. Tara was just being friendly for a change and she was taking it like
it was something else entirely, something very sexual.

She felt so warm, she was sure it must be at least 90 degrees in the air-
conditioned gym, at least where she was standing. Athena felt terribly confined
by her tight dress and wanted anything to take it off, at least long enough to
cool off a little. She was gasping for air and could feel tiny drops of
perspiration trickle down the sides of her face and between her braless heaving
breasts. What was happening to her? How could she be so weak?

The room started to spin and the reporter suddenly felt faint. She placed her
hands flat on the table and leaned heavily on them to keep from falling. She
looked down and was shocked to see small drops of sweat splash onto the table
top from the tip of her nose. "Oh God!" she thought. "I must be sweating like
a horse! My Dress! I'll ruin my beautiful dress."

"Ah-hem!"

Athena looked up at the sound and was shocked to suddenly see the school's
Principal and Mrs. Bohon standing in front of the table.

"Good evening, ladies," said the Principal. "Everyone having a good time
tonight?"

"Oh, yes!" gushed Trisha.

"It's a wonderful night!" said Stephanie.

"Just wonderful!" agreed Tara.

"Miss Valentine, you are not saying very much for a change. Is everything all
right?"

Even with such an embarrassing audience, Tara's hand kept up its determined
attack on Athena's defenseless sex. She would not let this bitch go now. She
should be the star tonight, not this stupid cow! Well, she would show them.
She would show them all. She would show them all that she, Tara Marcus, was the
true Queen of this school and not this golden slut! "I will keep this up," she
thought happily, "until Miss Perfect (with those obvious implants!!) is
screaming to the world that she is a slut. Oh, yes I will!"

A frantic Athena was wondering what to do. What ever Tara did just made her
want to cum even more! She was going mad! She could not cum, not now! Not in
front of everyone! Not like this!

"I'm...uh...I'm fine..." Athena finally managed to quietly gasp.

"Are you sure, Athena? You seem to be very distracted."

"I'm...OH!" Athena suddenly gasped with wide-opened eyes as Tara thrust two of
her hidden fingers deep within the hot velvety wetness of Athena's defenseless
sex. The reporter's mind clouded over completely. She forgot everything except
what was happening between her legs. It felt so good! Why did it always have
to feel so good, so pure, so right? Without thinking, she spread her legs as
far as she could within the confines of the tight dress and arched her hips to
give better access to the devilish hand between her legs.

"She doesn't look at all well," said the Principal.

"A little overheated, I'd say," said Bohon with a slight smile. "Probably too
much excitement."

"I believe you are right. Oh, Tara."

"Y-yes, Ms. Nelson."

"Please be a dear and bring us all something to drink."

"What?!?"

"I'm simply parched, and I'm sure we could all use a little refreshment. It
helps the system to cool off once in a while."

"Oh, okay, okay," Tara said dully as she pulled her hand from underneath
Athena's skirt. Trust the damn Principal to spoil all her fun!

"Come on, Trisha," Tara mumbled angrily. "Let's do this fast."

"Why can't you...? Oh, never mind." Trisha stopped her protests at the look of
pure hate Tara was giving her. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

*****

Catching up with the rapidly moving Tara, Trisha gasped, "Hey! What's the
rush?"

"We have to get back fast," said the scowling senior. "I don't want to miss
anything."

"Miss what? Athena's so gone right now she may never come back."

"It's not that. I gave her back her pager, and loaded with nice new batteries,
too."

"Oh, wicked! So where...uh...so where did you...?"

"It's tucked in her stocking, at the top. And I've got it set to vibrate like
crazy at the next call."

"OOHH! Quick!" said Trisha. "Let's run!!"

*****

"Thank you," said Principal Nelson brightly to the rapidly retreating backs of
Tara and Trisha as they sped swiftly across the dance floor to the refreshment
tables. She turned pleasantly back to the remainder of the trio. "Now,
Stephanie."

"Yes?" asked a wary Stephanie.

"Your friend here seems to be having some trouble breathing. Perhaps it would
be better if those tight shoulder straps were loosened, don't you think?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Athena lay gasping across the table. The madness between her legs had finally
stopped and she was desperately trying to regain her composure. She felt
someone doing something with her straps, but she had no idea what. Suddenly her
dress felt much less snug than before, and her upper chest was feeling a
welcome
sense of coolness. "Ah," she sighed in contentment.

"There! You see, the top of her dress is much looser now and she's breathing
better already."

"She does look much more comfortable at that," agreed Bohon.

Stephanie returned to the teachers and told them quietly, "The straps looked
silly just hanging there, so I pulled them off. I also opened the back a bit,
so she could breathe better."

"Thank you, Stephanie. Such a good girl! I'm sure Athena will appreciate
that."

Stephanie returned to her seat while the two older women continued to closely
watch the beautiful but obviously distressed Athena Valentine.

Tara and Trisha soon returned with paper cups of fruit punch for everyone. Tara
had thoughtfully placed small pin holes in Athena's cup so that, when she would
drink from it, the red punch would dribble all over the front of that perfect
prom dress and forever stain it.

Upon returning to her seat, Tara immediately noticed that the semi-prone
Athena's dress was now slightly opened down the back. "Someone's been busy,"
she thought gleefully.

*****

Paige watched the crowd across the gym with anxious eyes. From the way those
bitches Tara and Trisha had rushed over here and then practically ran back to
their table, she was sure that they had something bad planned for her girl.

"Watch my stuff, will you?" Paige asked Natalie.

"What, again? Sure, girl, sure. It does look like something is going on over
there."

"There better not be," grumbled Paige as she walked around the refreshment
table
and cut across the dance floor.

Keeping well to the back, Paige carefully approached Tara's table. Athena was
bent over the table, resting on her forearms, and occasionally shaking her
head.
Paige watched angrily as Tara reached over and, giggling, pulled the side of
the
dress closest to her until the dress was open completely down the back. Paige
became even angrier when she saw how Athena did not lift a finger to stop her,
and in fact even appeared a little pleased at this! The slut!!

Then she noticed that Athena's underwear was gone!

"Damn the girl!" thought Paige, fuming about the missing panties which were
rightfully hers. "I can't leave the silly bitch alone for a second and she goes
off with someone else. Anyone else! Well, if that's what she wants...!"

The angry 14-year old waited quietly until the band's stage manager joined the
group and started talking excitedly to the Principal. As everyone turned to
watch, Paige sensed her opportunity. She stepped quickly behind the half-prone,
half-dressed Athena. From her waistband she pulled her emergency lipstick,
quietly opened it and wrote on the base of Athena's exposed back in dark red
the
words 'TOUCH ME'. She knew from the comments of the girls she had overheard all
night that everyone was just dying to give the mighty Athena Valentine some
fine
payback for all the hell she had been putting the entire school through since
her arrival, and this was just the sort of encouragement they might need to
give
Little Miss Perfect Slut a very fun time!

Paige quickly rejoined the crowd. She looked back and saw with approval that no
one was looking at her. "And why should they?" she thought happily. "I'm just
a poor little freshman, that's all. I'm not even supposed to be here."

She took one last look at Athena. "I'm not done with you yet, you stupid slut,"
she grumbled, then returned to her waiting bowls of chips.

*****

Athena collected herself enough to push her body upright from the table. She
stood on trembling legs, her tummy fluttering, wondering why her dress was
feeling sort of little funny all of a sudden.

"Glad you could join us," said Bohon coolly.

Athena froze in horror at the voice. She had forgotten all about Bohon being
one of the many chaperones scheduled for tonight. It took her tired, befogged
mind a few moments to remember what had happened in the classroom with the
teacher. Looking at the teacher's usual superior expression, Athena was
suddenly reminded of what had happened between them. It all came flooding back
to her with a chilling clarity, filling her with a terrible shame. How could
she have allowed that to happen? What had happened to her? What was she
becoming?

"Oh.My.God!" she thought in horror. "They're all here, staring at me!" Tara,
her friends Stephanie and Trisha, the Principal, and Bohon, the sight of their
leering faces shook her to the very core of her being. All had seen her at her
worst today, as a out-of-control sexual animal, naked, with the morals of a cat
in heat. Her damned sickness might have been the cause, but how could they know
that? They knew only what they saw. Nothing she wore today seemed to stay on
her for very long, and every innocent touch launched her on an insane journey
of
uncontrolled ecstasy. Waves of humiliation washed over her as her terrible day
returned to her. How could she have been so stupid as to come here tonight?
What could she have been thinking?

She had to get out, that was all there was to it. She had to leave this place,
and quickly. But she had to be very careful. They must not suspect a thing.
They must never could know why she was really leaving, that she was running
away
from them all, forever!

Feeling very unsteady, Athena held herself erect. She would not let them know,
she would never let them know.

"I.would like to know what everyone is looking at," she said with a touch of
her
old imperial bearing.

The five women at the table continued to look at her with slightly quizzical
expressions, as if they were waiting for something to happen. Athena felt sick
as she wondered if anyone else knew about what happened today? If they did, her
reputation here, and perhaps in the entire town, would might never recover. Of
course, they would never tell, she reasoned, just to protect their own
reputation. Would they?

"How are you, Miss Valentine?" asked Principal Nelson. "You don't seem to be
with us tonight."

"Of course I'm fine," she sang as carefree as she could, waving her arms. "I
was just.OH NO!!!" A shocked Athena quickly pressed her arms tightly to her
sides as she felt her gown almost fall off! Turning away in embarrassment from
her audience, Athena carefully moved her hands to her back to find out what the
Hell had happened to her beautiful dress, always keeping as much of the dress
held against her as she possible could. "What the.?" she wondered aloud as she
found the open zipper. She could not believe it. It was not just a little
open, it was opened all the way! She quickly tried to close it, but only
managed to get it about a third of the way up her back when without warning
disaster once again struck the hapless reporter!

"AAHHHHH!!!" the wide-eyed Athena cried as a furious buzzing began just below
her heated crotch! It felt like an entire hive of hornets were nesting between
her legs and had suddenly become very angry! She dropped her arms to her sides
in shock as she desperately clamped her strong thighs together to stop the
strange overwhelming sensations. "Oh God, noooo!" she moaned desperately. The
vibrations were starting to affect her poor pussy in the worst way!

Tara smiled happily as she quietly put away her cell phone. "I just love these
things," she said merrily to a giggling Trisha.

The crafty Tara had called Athena's pager!

Athena could now feel that it was some small maddened thing which was jumping
between her tender thighs. The effect was terrific, and Athena could feel her
little cunny throb in heated response, shooting waves of sensation into her
swollen breasts and inundated brain. It was all she could do not to pull up her
gown in front of everyone and find whatever it was that was tormenting her so
much. What the hell could it be?

The watchers at the table noted with glee when Athena's blue eyes became half-
closed and slowly lost their focus. Her breathing came in gasps, her chest
heaving under the semi-fastened dress. Her mouth opened slightly, showing her
even white teeth. Only Tara and Trisha knew for certain what was happening to
the haughty Miss Athena Valentine. The others had no idea what was going on,
but the thought of watching the beautiful senior in obvious distress greatly
appealed to them.

The lights in the gym went out and were replaced by the flashing stage lights.
The band had started to play again!

The Principal walked over and tapped Tara on the shoulder. "Miss Marcus?" she
shouted.

Tara reluctantly turned in her chair and shouted back, "Yes?"

"I think Miss Valentine could use a dance right about now, don't you?"

"Oh, yes! I do, I really do!"

Tara caught the eye of Stephanie and Trisha, and tilted her heard slightly
towards the standing Athena. The other girls nodded and all rose and went
smiling towards the unsteady reporter.

*****

They led the befuddled Athena out onto the crowded dance floor, Tara slyly
making sure in the process that Athena's dress was completely opened once
again.
The band was in full tempo, the strobes were flashing, causing the wildly
gyrating crowd to be illuminated in a series of fast white bursts of light, in
between periods of utter black.

Athena was sure that the girls were taking her to a place where she could check
herself in private. "It's good to have friends when you really need them," she
thought. Her mind was otherwise a blank, totally consumed by the terrible thing
vibrating between her legs! She could not even walk without the help of her
friends.

But the girls took her to the center of the gym and no further. Athena never
heard Tara and her friends yelling, "MAKE ROOM FOR THE CLASS SLUT!!" as they
made their way through the crowd of dancing students.

When the terrific buzzing between her legs stopped a moment, Athena was able to
case a weary look around. Her exhausted mind could not believe it. The prom!
My God, she was still at the prom! The world had slipped from her over-heated
mind so much that she had forgotten where she was. She knew only that she was
in terrible agony with the need to cum. She was mortified! Her body was
completely out of control! She was no longer the Superior Woman, acknowledged
Queen of Lizze Borden High School. Now she was some mindless creature whose
body's cravings almost ruled her completely. The tiny amount of self-control
which remained to her was slipping from her fast. Her need for relief was so
great that it hurt! It hurt! She must get away from all of these children and
cum...and...cum...and...cum...and...cum.

"Come, Athena." The soft voices whispering in her ears easily penetrated the
noise around them. The voices said, "Dance. You must dance with us, Athena."

She automatically obeyed, because she was a good girl and she always obeyed her
friends. Her well-toned body moved gracefully to the pounding beat of the
music. She was a good dancer and always loved to show off on a dance floor.
She was not positive if she actually had a partner in the milling crowd
surrounding her, but it really did not matter. She was Athena Valentine and she
did not need a partner. The buzzing had mercifully stopped and she quickly lost
herself to the sensuous moves of the dance. Besides, she thought dully, the
voices would tell her what to do.

In the flashing lights, everyone saw that Athena's tight dress had opened
completely in the back, her smooth tanned back glowing in the flashing strobe
lights. The gentle swell of her hips were clearly visible, down to the dimples
of her bare ass cheeks below the garter belt. From her spot behind the
refreshment table, the happy Paige could tell from all of the giggling and
laughing that it was very obvious to everyone that Miss Perfect Senior had lost
her underwear!

The laughter really started when people began reading Paige's present.

Athena Valentine, dazed and confused, was stunned when hands suddenly came out
of the darkness and started pulling lightly at her strangely fitting gown.
There was something wrong with her beautiful prom dress again, it just did not
seem right to her how it fitted, but her battered mind was unable to understand
too much of anything any more. She was lost in a sea of exquisite sensations!
The reporter could feel delicate hands not only touching her clothes, but
touching her! In the pulsating sea of music, small hands pulled at her proud
breasts, freely twisting the erect nipples. They glided over her trembling
buttocks, traced her sensitive ribs, ran through her damp hair. She tried to
defend herself touching by twisting and turning to which ever direction from
which she was last touched, while pushing away the over-friendly hands, but
Athena was so dazed and the many gentle hands so persistent that she soon gave
up, her hands dropping uselessly to her sides and the dangerous touching
continued as she continued to lose herself in the throbbing music.

A gasp went up from the growing crowd around Athena when the top of her dress
finally fell to her hips, her high-set breasts shaking in the flashing light.

The fabric had been hanging by Athena's poor tormented very erect nipples, and
she could only cry out in relief went this terrible pressure suddenly went away
from her swollen breasts.

"Oh! That feels so good!" she said without thinking to all around her.

The other girls looked at each other in amazement. So, Miss Perfect Slut wanted
to be naked after all! It was true then, everything they had heard about her
from Tara and her friends was true! The eager hands quickly went to work again
and the dress was soon puddled around the reporter's feet, leaving Miss Athena
Valentine dressed in only her pale blue matching garter belt, sheer stockings,
and stiletto pumps.

Athena still swayed mindlessly to the music, aware only that she now felt
cooler
then she had all evening. Tara and Trisha helpfully led the befuddled Athena
away from her expensive dress, where it remained on the floor.

For the remainder of the evening, the other upperclassmen took turns dancing on
it.

*****

Tara and her friends continued their chant of, "HERE COMES THE CLASS SLUT!!" as
they led the dazed and almost naked Athena around the gym, parading her like
the
beautiful prize she was. Their prize!

Athena was aware only of the applause and whistles of the students as she
walked
by, so she held herself proudly, with her head held high, spine straight and
shoulders back. Even the constant rude touches, the squeezing of her breasts,
the slaps to her sore bottom, did not stop her from walking proudly with her
friends. Even the constant calls of "Touch Me!" did not bother her, although
she puzzled over why everyone wanted her to touch them.

When the horrible buzzing between her legs began again, Athena could only stop
where she was and mindlessly begin to snap her thighs open and shut in the
faint
hope of stopping it. It was driving her close to climax and that would be the
ultimate humiliation for her, to lose control of her body in front of everyone
like that.

Standing off the dance floor, Nelson and Bohon were covertly watching Athena's
predicament with a keen interest. Suddenly, Nelson smiled slightly when she
realized why her star senior was acting so oddly.

"Bohon!" cried Principal Nelson. "What's that object between Athena's legs?
That small thing caught on her stocking top. That's some sort of nasty sex toy,
isn't it?"

"Afraid not. Looks more like a pager."

"A pager! Well, I thought it was clearly understood that there were to be no
electronics here today. No cell phones, no pagers, nothing. Nothing that would
take away from tonight's experience for the students."

"True. Poor Athena has done it again. First she flaunts the dress code, and
now this."

"You know, I always hate it when people deliberately break the rules,
especially
rules which they themselves see fit to pass on to everyone else."

"Not very fair of her, is it?"

"No, it is not."

"What to do about it?"

"Hide it. Hide that silly device so that no one else can see how openly she
flaunts the rules. Even Miss Athena Valentine is not above the rules."

"With pleasure," said Bohon gleefully.

The teacher walked over to the group of girls watching with amazement the
inexplicable antics of the school's most envied senior.

Slap! Slap! Slap! went Athena's thighs as she tried to rid herself of the
devilish vibrations.

Kneeling in front of the girl, unseen in the darkness, Bohon waited until the
smooth thighs began their outward swing. Her right hand darted between them,
and she retrieved the buzzing pager. Athena continued to slap her thighs
together a few moments until she dimly realized that she was free of the
vibration at last. The moment she stopped, Bohon's hand darted once again
between the open thighs, this time thrusting the small pager deep into the
astonished Athena's sopping cunt!

No one noticed Bohon slink away across the dance floor as a screaming Athena
grabbed her lower belly and bend over at the waist.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Athena was in rapture. Her cunt had gone mad, erupting into a endless series of
orgasms that she was powerless to prevent. She wanted to collapse happily to
the floor and let the climaxes wash over her, but someone was pulling her by
the
hair and she had to follow.

The band had stopped playing and the gym lights were on, bathing the scene in a
brilliant light.

Tara led the spasming senior across the dance floor and onto the stage. On
center stage was Principal Nelson, standing behind a microphone on a stand.
Behind her was a row of exceptionally well-dressed students, obviously the
cream
of the school. Behind the students, a large white screen came down from the
ceiling.

Tara led Athena by her thick golden hair to the front of the row of students,
but to the right of the Principal so that everyone could get a good view. She
turned the still bent over reporter so that she was facing the row of finalists
and her tanned behind (and exposed dripping shaven cunt) was facing the dance
floor. Tara, her long awaited humiliation of Athena Valentine almost complete,
went to her place in the line.

The crowd roared in excitement at the sight of the proud Athena Valentine
exposing herself to practically the entire school!

"All right," said Nelson without giving a hint of knowing what was going on
behind her. "Quiet down. Now that we have all of our finalists present for
tonight's awards, especially as the big game is finally over, we may begin."

As each award was presented, the screen behind the stage filled with images of
the student awardee, photos taken of them during the past school year, but no
one noticed, because all eyes were on the incredible sight of Athena Valentine,
the glistening girl-cum running freely down the inside of her thighs so
exquisitely framed by the light blue garter belt, matching stockings and shoes.

Athena knew only what was happening in her exploding cunt. She shook and shook,
devastated by the constant stream of soul-destroying climaxes. When the buzzing
once again stopped, the wonderful climaxes continued until they too mercifully
stopped. Athena could not move, could not even stand up. She had never felt so
drained, so used.

She felt herself being led again, and went meekly with however had her by the
hair.

"Ah, now," said Nelson. "Here comes our new queen with our special category
winner."

A beaming Tara led Athena to the microphone.

"Here she is, Principal Nelson."

"Thank you, Queen Tara. You may now present the award."

Tara smiled at the crowd. "Tonight we have a one-time award for someone very
special. This award was suggested by the behavior of the recipient herself, and
I am sure that you will all agree that this is the proper award for the proper
person."

On the screen came images of Athena Valentine. At first they were images of her
taken at school, haughty, expensively dressed, beautiful, untouchable. But
these were soon replaced by other images of Athena Valentine, naked, being
fucked by several girls at once, being fucked by a woman while hanging from a
hook in a small room, being fucked while hanging over a copier, shaving herself
on the hood of a car, more and yet more images, both moving and still, of
Athena
Valentine fucking.fucking.fucking!

"The Lizzie Borden Award for Class Slut goes of course to Miss Athena
Valentine!!" shouted Tara Marcus in triumph to the roar of joyous approval from
the crowd.

Principal Nelson turned and both she and Tara hung a wide sign around the neck
of the bewildered Athena, which said in blood-red letters on a gleaming white
background: ELIZABETH BORDEN HIGH SCHOOL, CLASS SLUT.

Athena looked up with unseeing eyes at the sea of hostile faces below her.
"What.what.?" she asked, but when the pager buried deep into her cunt once
again
began to vibrate she could stand it no longer.

"Oh," Athena said softly, then fainted in a golden heap of sweaty flesh to the
floor of the stage.

"And that concludes tonight's awards," said Nelson happily. "Please enjoy the
remainder of the evening."

The lights went out and the band began to play once again. Principal Nelson and
the awardees left the stage, leaving Athena Valentine where she was, the images
of her still playing on the screen.

The Principal went over to the refreshment stand and spoke privately to Paige
for a moment before moving to rejoining Bohon on the other side of the gym.

Paige stood for a time, staring silently at the stage.

Lisa went up to her and asked, "So what did the Principal have to say?"

Paige though for a minute before replying. "She said that if I still wanted
her, I could have her."

"So, what's the problem?"

"How am I going to explain her to Mom?"

*****

Epilogue

It was late Friday afternoon, two weeks to the day after the prom.

A very haggard looking Athena Valentine carrying a white plastic shopping bag,
with 'The Spanish Market' in green dancing letters printed across the side,
staggered into the small dark office of the editor of The Free Press. Athena
was wearing a very tight black stretch minidress which barely covered the tops
of her thighs. The high-necked sleeveless dress, obviously several sizes too
small for her, bulged ominously across her shapely bust and hips, the material
so stretched the tanned skin underneath was clearly visible. It was also
obvious by the way the stretch material clung to her that she had nothing on
underneath. On her feet were pink rubber flip-flops which were also much too
small for her.

"Miss Valentine!" the editor cried in shocked recognition.

She stiffly walked across the small room to the editor and he watched in wide-
eyed horror as his fledgling undercover reporter hitched up her skirt enough so
that she could sit down, then fell exhausted into the only seat opposite the
small desk.

"What the Hell happened to you?" he asked in amazement.

"Been staying with a friend," Athena said dully.

She reached into the bag and threw a set of keys onto the editor's desk.

"What's this for?"

"Car and apartment. Car's downstairs in the lot. Keep it all."

"Keep your apartment?"

"No, you id... No, Mr. Merryweather. I mean keep everything I received for the
assignment. It's over now." She shuddered, then added, "Thank God."

"Yes, of course. I understand. Thank you. I had a feeling you might have
grown too attached to that way of life to give up those things easily. I was
wrong."

She reached into the bag again and carelessly tossed a small black object onto
the desk.

"Pager."

"Yes, I can see that. You didn't carry it very much, did you? I mean, I could
never get you to respond to my calls at all, and I tried and tried."

"Sorry. Lost it...for a while."

"And what's this sticky stuff all over it?" The puzzled editor turned the small
pager over in his capable hands. "Looks like you've been soaking it in
something."

Athena lowered her eyes, the feel of the vibrating pager lodged deep in her
vagina still a vivid memory. "Uh. Don't know."

He unscrewed the back and shook his head. The inside was completely filled with
the strange substance.

"Ruined. A perfectly good piece of equipment ruined. I certainly hope the rest
of your things are in better condition."

"Sorry."

"And what's with the clothes? You know the dress code here."

"It's all she had that would fit me." After blacking out at the prom, she had
woken up naked in Paige's bed with no idea how she had gotten there. After two
weeks of living in Paige's home, this was the first time Paige had allowed her
any clothes. She had been hiding from Paige's family the entire time, darting
naked from room to room, hiding under beds and in closets, anywhere in the
large
house to keep from being found in such humiliating circumstances. The dress,
small as it was, was the only item in the young teen's closet which Athena
could
squeeze into.

"Who had, the person you were staying with?"

Athena could only nod.

"What happened to your own things?"

A slight shrug of her bare shoulders was Athena's only response.

"And the article?"

Athena fished around in her bag again and produced a floppy disk, which she
also
threw onto the desk.

"Finished."

"How is it?" asked the editor as he eagerly inserted the disk into his aging
desk-top computer.

"I...I had to tell her about...me, about...us. About the job."

"You what?!?"

"I had to tell someone at school, a student, about the assignment."

"Oh my God. Why, Miss Valentine? Why did you do such a thing?"

"I had no choice." After the prom, Paige and the girls had kept her on edge in
Paige's bedroom for one full day before her need to cum drove out any other
consideration. Completely out of control, unable to endure it any longer, she
finally blurted out everything, who she really was, her assignment, everything,
all for the sake of the climax she so desperately needed. But there was a
price, a terrible price. Only if she agreed to be theirs completely for two
weeks, would they grant her pleadings for relief. For two weeks she would be
theirs, after which they would take her to her apartment and go their separate
ways.

She agreed. Then it became worse for her, because after that they took great
delight in making her cum all the time, in-between all of the spanking and
tickling sessions they had on her defenseless naked body. Of course, after
three days they had her eagerly doing the same things to them.

To her eternal shame she knew that, deep in her innermost self, deep in her
very
soul, she had loved every minute of it. Athena found to her astonishment that
being sexually dominated by the Three Amigos was so exciting she could hardly
breathe sometimes. But the best times were late at night, after Natalie and
Lisa, exhausted, had dragged themselves home. That was their special time, when
she and Paige would make sweet sex together, as equals, as lovers, pleasuring
each other gently, and with a total abandon that Athena found strangely
thrilling.

Her editor returned her wandering thoughts to the present.

He was furious, his small wrinkled bald head flushed red with anger. He looked
to the tired reporter more like a dried-up apple then ever. "But you do realize
what this means, don't you? You have compromised the entire assignment! It's
worthless now, absolutely worthless! All of the fine work for nothing. And the
money! The money the paper spent in setting you up and maintaining your cover."

"Sorry."

"Once the word gets out, they can hide what they must, change things around,
and
even silence potential witnesses and sources. Miss Valentine, you have blown it
big time!"

"Sorry."

The editor sat thinking for a moment, then shook his head slightly. "My fault.
I pressed this assignment on you, when you clearly did not want it. You were
not ready and I made you take it. I thought that, despite your reluctance, if
we figured all of the angles of what could go wrong this time it would be
different. I guess we...I did not figure well enough. My fault."

Athena sighed. That was the problem with this man, she decided. He was such a
caring, decent human being that she always hated to disappoint him, even if he
was not the world's best newspaper editor.

"It's okay, Mr. Merryweather," Athena said as brightly as she could as she
stood
up. "We'll get them next time for sure."

For the first time the editor smiled. "That's the spirit, my girl."

Athena turned and slowly made her way to the door.

"Miss Valentine, er, Athena," the editor called to the departing reporter, not
unkindly. "how are you going to get home without the SUV. Did you arrange to
have someone pick you up? If not, I can drop you off wherever you like."

"No, thanks. I have some friends waiting for me downstairs."

"Great. Now rest up, come back in a week and we'll talk about your next
assignment."

Athena shuddered at the word 'assignment', but nodded to the old man and left
the room.

*****

The editor left his office and walked swiftly to a nearby hallway which had
windows overlooking the entrance to the building. Waiting by the street-level
entrance were a group of three young teenage girls on bicycles. One of them was
holding a fourth bicycle. He noticed that the bikes were clearly the type
preferred by young girls, with long multicolored tassels attached to the
handlebars. Odd, though. It looked like the riderless fourth bike had
something strange attached to the seat, but at this distance the editor could
not make out what it was.

"No, that can't be them. Her friends must be waiting somewhere else," the
editor said quietly. He looked up and down the street, but could not see any
other people who looked as though they were waiting for someone.

Athena Valentine came out of the building and went directly to the group of
teenagers. The editor watched in amazement as she pulled up her skirt and very
carefully mounted the fourth bike. Watching from the window, the editor could
tell that the seat was giving Athena some trouble in getting on. "Perhaps it's
loose," he thought. When she had finally mounted, Athena was looking very
flushed for some reason.

The group was ready, but before riding off, one of the girls, obviously the
group's leader, placed a thin pink collar around Athena's neck. Athena
stiffened, but did nothing to stop her. The editor could see that attached to
the collar was a long thin silver chain, which the leader had wrapped around
her
own waist.

"Now why would she do that?" the editor wondered.

Soon the three girls took off on their bikes, going quickly down the street,
causing the wobbling Athena to follow along as best she could behind them on
what was clearly a child-sized bicycle.

He turned to walk away, then returned to the window, but the girls had already
sped around the corner and were lost to view. Oh, well, he was probably
mistaken anyway.

The editor shook his head at the strange antics of the younger generation and
went back to his desk.

*****

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