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Hi there.  Here we go with yet another tale of sizzling sex, unspeakable
betrayal, and child care.  'Ta!
LCDRJMC

P.S.  The next story (for those in the know) is "The Return of Carolyn Lord",
so stay tuned.

[lcdrjmc] Subject: NEW: The Nanny Part 4/4 (F+/F, Reluc) 
by lcdrjmc@aol.com

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header and text as is and all will be well.  Enjoy!


The Nanny:  Part IV


   Athena Valentine awoke suddenly in the darkened 
playroom.  The dream she just experienced had been 
terrifying, and she was still not over its effects.  It 
was the night of her graduation form City College, and 
her entire family had gotten together and reserved a room 
in the fanciest restaurant in town to celebrate.  They 
were all dressed to the Nines.  Even her younger sister 
had been wearing real clothes for a change.
   Things were just fine until she felt a light tickling 
on her feet.  She sneaked a look under the tablecloth and 
was shocked to see an entire army of women only one inch 
high covering her feet and crawling up her legs!  She 
looked closer and saw that the leader looked suspiciously 
like Mrs. Devereux.  Try as she might to prevent it with 
out attracting attention, the tiny women climbed up her 
stocking-covered legs and moved into her dress.  
   She had been frantic when they began cutting small 
parts away from her pantyhose.  She thought of dashing 
off to the ladies room to get them off her, but her 
family kept asking her questions about college.  
   Suppressing a scream, she felt a second group continue  
to move up the inside of her dress until they reached her 
bra, and began cutting small bits away from that as well.  
   Soon the floor around her was piled high with the 
small sliced pieces of her underwear, and she was naked 
under her dress.  
   Absolutely helpless, she could only sit there 
squirming as the tiny women now began to stimulate her 
vulnerable privates.  She could feel their tiny bodies 
all over her breasts, the small mouths nibbling on her 
(to them) enormously erect nipples.  Not content with 
fondling her labia on the outside, vast numbers of them 
were also teasing her from inside her vagina as well.  
   Agitated beyond endurance, she stood up and started 
for the rest room.  She could feel vaginal fluids 
running down the inside of her legs as she stumbled away 
from the table.  
   It was when she was in the center of the dinning room 
that she climaxed and the seams on her dress disappeared, 
leaving her screaming in lust with clouds of tiny naked
women covering her chest and pubes.
   The scream woke her.
   When Athena opened her eyes, the first thing she saw 
was Danielle's smiling face hovering over hers.  She knew 
she was on her back and totally exposed in the middle of 
the floor in the empty play room, yet relief flooded 
through the naked 21-year old woman.  With Danielle here 
she was finally safe from the children.
   "Wow, babe," the girl said softly.  "Did we have 
ourselves a fun first day, or what?"
   "Oh, Danielle!" Athena cried as she wrapped her arms 
around Danielle's long, stalk-like neck.  "It was awful!"
   Putting her thin arms around Athena's shoulders and 
under her knees, Danielle easily lifted the sobbing woman 
from the floor, and held her for a moment before heading 
for the door, enjoying the feel of the warm, firm flesh 
on her bare arms.
   When she reached the door, the sobbing Athena suddenly 
became alarmed.  "Wait!  I can't go out there like... like 
this!"
   "It's all right," Danielle soothed.  "It's very late 
and there is no one around.  And even if there were, it's 
still all right in this house."
   "Okay," sobbed the distraught Athena, not sounding very 
sure about this at all.  "If you say so."
   Danielle lightly carried her delectable burden through 
the deserted hallway and back to the nanny suite.  Once 
inside, Danielle continued to carry Athena through the 
sitting room and into the bedroom.  
   Raising her head from Danielle's shoulder, the softly 
sobbing Athena watched them pass through the rooms.  
"Where are you taking me?" she said meekly.
   "These are your rooms, remember.  We are going to get 
you fixed up for bed."  
   "That'll be nice," the naked woman sniffed sleepily as 
she laid her head back down on Danielle's shoulder.
   Danielle placed Athena on her feet in her adjoining 
bathroom.  "Okay, now," she said carefully.  "Do your 
business, wash your face, and brush your teeth. If you 
need me for anything, I'll be right outside."
   "Okay.  And thanks.  Thanks for rescuing me," Athena 
said shyly, and closed the bathroom door.

   The normally unflappable Danielle, after being in such 
close proximity to Athena's lush, nude body, was so 
light-headed from the experience she had to lie down on 
the bed for a moment. 
   
   By the time Athena had returned to the bedroom, she 
was feeling very refreshed.  What had happened seemed 
so incredible that she refused to think about it tonight.  
   Athena was surprised to see that Danielle had the bed 
spread turned down and the lights dimmed.  She noticed 
Danielle was, as usual, sprawled comfortably across the 
bed, watching her with those surprisingly alert eyes of 
hers.
   "Such service for a lowly nanny," the smiling Athena 
said.  She was wrapped in a bath towel, and was in the 
process of putting another around her wet hair.
   "Anything for you, babe," Danielle murmured very 
softly.  "Oh, we sleep in the raw here at Castle 
Devereux, ma'am," she called to Athena across the room.
   "You might," Athena said, laughing a little.  "I 
don't."
   Athena walked over to her dresser and went through the 
drawers, looking for something to sleep in.  She found 
the underwear drawer and removed a pair of modest white 
panties and a long, sleeping T-shirt.
   Danielle said nothing when Athena pulled on the panties 
underneath the towel.  She was patient, and knew her time 
would come to lower those panties and get what delightful 
secrets were hidden inside soon enough.  
   With her back to her guest, Athena demurely dropped 
her towel and quickly pulled on the T-shirt over her 
head.  She was grateful that her clothes had been neatly 
put away by the staff.  It would save her the trouble of 
doing so tomorrow.
   At the thought of tomorrow, and the fresh horrors it 
would bring, Athena froze.  Try as she might to forget 
them, the terrible events of the day flooded through her.
   "This was only the first day!" her mind screamed.  
"The first day!"
   In the mirror over the dresser, Athena saw that 
Danielle had noticed her look of panic and had come over 
to where she was standing.
   "What's wrong, honey?"  the tall teenager kindly 
asked, as she wrapped her long arms around Athena's 
trembling body.
   "First Day!" Athena was finally able to gasp.  "It's 
only the first day!"
   Athena felt Danielle's hands as they slid up her back 
to rest at the base of her neck.  There, she felt 
Danielle's fingers start to dig into the wrought-iron 
muscles of Athena's shoulders.
   "Good God!" Danielle exclaimed, humorously.  "I've 
held steel weights that were more flexible than these.  I 
can see this is going to take a while."  She led the 
still trembling Athena over to the foot of the bed.  
   Before the woman had a chance to react, Danielle 
deftly pulled Athena's T-shirt over her head and pushed 
her face down onto her bed.
   "Oh!  Danielle!" cried the startled Athena as she 
scrambled to cover the sides of her exposed breasts from 
view.
   "Oh, brother! Now you get modest!" muttered Danielle 
as she undressed herself.  "Get yourself comfortable, 
nanny."
   "I would like my shirt back, please."
   "No.  You can't do this with clothes on, it just isn't 
the same, and you'll never get to sleep tonight without 
it.  You're as stiff as a board, honey."  
   Danielle watched with amusement as the reluctant 
Athena slowly slid up the bed, being extremely careful to 
keep her naked chest as covered as possible.  

   As she slid over the silk sheets, Athena was surprised 
at the reaction her semi-nude body was having because of 
her contact with the luxurious fabric.  Goose pimples 
appeared all over her exposed flesh.  Her nipples were 
suddenly outrageously hard as they dragged on the slick 
material.  
   Athena didn't know what to do!  "If only Danielle 
hadn't taken my top," she thought.  She knew that if she 
got up, her chest would be exposed, and she had more than 
enough of that today.  So she continued moving up the 
slick, cool sheets, gritting her teeth to fight the 
insane sensations her body was feeling.  "If it's this 
bad now, what will sleeping in them be like?" the 
despondent reporter thought.  At least she would have her 
top on then, and possibly even a bra.  Usually she didn't 
wear a bra at night, but it would be better not to take 
any chances tonight, she decided.  Things were strange 
enough with her as it was.

   Danielle waited until Athena had moved herself up the 
length of the king-sized bed and placed her head sideways 
on a pillow.  Nude, Danielle got on the bed and straddled 
Athena's waist with her thighs.   
   "Danielle!" cried the suddenly alarmed Athena as the 
nude Danielle settled herself comfortably on the raised 
hillocks of Athena's firm buttocks.  "What are you doing?  
I'm not even dressed!"  She turned her head and looked 
behind her in shock.  "And neither are you!  What are you 
thinking?"
   "I'm going to have my way with you," Danielle said 
softly, as she started massaging the stiff muscles at the 
base of Athena's neck.
   "What?"
   "I said I'm going to have a new wave review," Danielle 
said, much more loudly. "Later this week, when I can get 
my room back.  Want to come?"
   "Oh.  But...but...," Athena sputtered, unable to continue.  
Two women naked on the same bed like this, it just wasn't 
right.  But, how can you explain that to someone without 
offending her, especially when she had just come to your 
rescue?  The problem was too much for Athena's tired mind 
this late in a very long day.
   "That's right.  Lay your head back down like a good 
little girl.  This could be some time before we are 
done."
   "Not for too long, okay?  I'm very tired."
   "After your day, I can believe it.  But, tired or not, 
this is going to be a very long night for both of us 
unless I can get you relaxed first."
   "For both of us?"
   "Have a short attention span, do we?  I told you 
before, when the company comes, I am homeless.  
Fortunately, this is a very big bed because (in case you 
haven't noticed) I am a very big girl."
   Athena chuckled at that, and began to feel much more 
at ease.  "That was why she took her clothes off," she 
thought, greatly relieved.  "She's sleeping here 
tonight."
   Danielle could feel the tension begin to ease out of 
the body beneath her.  
   "You never said if you were going to come to my 
review."
   "Oh.  Sure.  Ah, what's 'new wave' anyway, some kind 
of music?"
   "You know, for a teenager, you sure aren't up on your 
popular culture.  Unless you've been living in a cave 
somewhere, I would have thought that all kids our age 
would know everything there was to know about new wave."
   Danielle could feel the tension immediately return to 
Athena's muscles.
   "Yes.  Well, my parents were pretty strict and I 
didn't get out much.  Sorry."  
   "Of course you didn't.  Now, shut up and let me get 
some of these kinks out."
   As Danielle worked on her stiff shoulders, Athena 
gradually felt the terrors of the day fade into the 
background of her mind.   She knew she should have done 
some research into what was currently popular with 
teenagers, but the assignment and everything which 
followed happened so quickly she just didn't have time to 
do much of anything.  Athena though she had covered up 
her ignorance well enough, but she realized she had to be 
much more careful about such things in the future.  
   She had enough to worry about without having her cover 
blown as well.  God only knew where that would lead.

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

   Before she did anything else, Athena knew she had to 
become the perfect nanny.  Her poor performance today 
could have seriously jeopardized her position at the 
Devereux home.  Yet, was it possible that that was 
exactly what was also expected of a nanny here.  Not to 
be just be a child's companion and guardian, but their 
playmate as well?  Even (My God!) their plaything?
   She just couldn't do that!  Not at all!
   Still, something wasn't right.  Not with what Danielle 
was doing to her.  That felt wonderful.  The strong hands 
of the tall teenager were down to Athena's waist now and 
Athena was so warm and content she felt like purring.  
   Something wasn't right about the children.
   Where were all the complaints from parents or, worse, 
Mrs. Devereux, about her unspeakable behavior.  True, they 
might not have heard about it yet, but her nude presence 
(Athena started blushing at the thought) on the floor in 
the play room would have been hard for anyone to miss 
when they had come for their daughters at 8.  
   Athena was relieved when she sensed Danielle rise off 
her hips and crawl down to the foot of the bed.  "Good, 
Athena thought.  "She's finished.  Now I can finally 
think this thing through in peace and then try to get 
some sleep."
   Thinking over the events of the day and their possible 
implications, Athena was only vaguely disappointed when 
she felt Danielle spread her legs wide apart.  "Must not 
be finished yet," she thought.  She settled herself 
deeper in the sheets, secretly enjoying the feel of the 
seductive material on her heated flesh, in the pleasant 
expectation of the massage being continued.
   Athena stiffened though when she felt Danielle's hands 
on her thinly covered buttocks and now-spread naked 
thighs.  She knew she really should say something, but 
she felt she was just now on the lead of something big 
and didn't want to break her concentration.  Besides, she 
was wearing panties, thank goodness, and Danielle was a 
girl after all, so what could happen? she thought 
complacently.
   Going back to her original idea, Athena felt 
increasing surges of excitement.  If nannies were indeed 
expected to act as their charges' playthings, what a 
story that would make!  And if they were expected to do 
so for the children, what about the parents?  How did 
they fit into this scheme?  Were the parents at fault for 
their nanny's predicament?  Or was this all part of some 
new child-rearing theory that was being secretly tested 
in the field.  And were the nannies a willing component?  
She knew her group going through nanny school were not 
given the same training as the others.  Maybe this was 
all part of her missing training?

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

   Athena found herself becoming more and more excited.  
Never had she been so turned on by an idea before!  The 
very idea made her absolutely breathless: Nannies as 
playthings!  How dehumanizing!  How terrible!  How 
exhilarating!  What a story!!
   She felt electrified, as if she were on the edge of 
something very important.  She could feel her heart was 
literally racing inside her rapidly heaving chest she was 
so excited. 
   Without realizing it, Athena started to push her hips 
against the insidious hand Danielle had working between 
her thighs.  

   Athena felt her entire body tingling with excitement!  
This assignment could be her ticket after all, her big 
chance to break into the major newspapers.  No more free 
press!  No more sleazy assignments covering supermarket 
openings!  Athena Valentine, Washington Correspondent!  
Athena Valentine, World-Famous Author!  Athena Valentine, 
Pulitzer Prize Winner!  Athena Valentine, TV Talk-Show 
Host!
   It was when she was receiving the Nobel Prize for 
Literature, that Athena Valentine, future multi-media 
star, unexpectedly climaxed!
   Shocked, the gasping Athena grabbed the silk sheets 
under her in horror as her semi-nude body convulsed about 
the bed.  "What happened?" her dazed mind wondered as she 
helplessly felt the narrow crotch band of her panties 
becoming soaked with her flowing vaginal fluids.  "What 
in hell happened?"

   It was only when her body finally calmed down that she 
was able to take stock.  She lay there, panting for air.  
She felt Danielle pull her tight soiled panties down her 
hips and off her legs, but for the moment she just didn't 
care.  It was when Danielle turned her over onto her back 
that she started to say something, then stopped when the 
teenager thankfully covered her nude body with a silk 
sheet.
   "Thank you," Athena mumbled, ashamed of herself once 
again as she rolled over on her side and drew her knees 
up to her chest, so she wouldn't have to face a witness 
to her shame.
   "It's all right," Danielle said kindly.  She turned 
out the lights, pulled up the sheet, and got into bed 
alongside the distressed nanny.  She rolled on her side 
and pressed her nude front tightly against Athena's back.  
She rubbed Athena's thick blonde hair with her left hand 
and slid her right hand up and down the curled-up woman's 
bare flank.
   "There, there," she whispered.  "There, there."
   Unable to hide any longer, Athena moved her legs down 
and spun around.  She threw herself fiercely against the 
thin teenager, wrapping her arms tightly around her bed 
companion's neck.  "Oh, Danielle!"  she cried.  "I feel 
so...so ashamed.  I don't know what's happening to me!"
   Danielle used her right hand now on Athena's trembling  
buttocks, while her left continued to stroke her 
luxurious hair.
   "Why?  What's wrong, honey?  You can tell me.  After 
all, what are friends for?"
   Athena had to tell someone.  If she didn't, she knew 
the shame of it would eat away inside of her forever.
   "Well, it all started on the flight to Chicago..."  
Athena, normally a taciturn individual about anything 
concerning her personal life, surprised herself by 
telling Danielle everything.  She told her friend about 
all of the misadventures that seemed to have happened 
to her since she boarded the plane so very, very early 
this morning.   
   Moving from the base of her buttocks as Athena talked, 
Danielle worked her hand over the 21-year olds vulnerable 
cuntal slit.  By the time Athena had reached in her 
narrative all about her most recent episode here on the 
bed, Danielle already had three fingers working inside of 
the gasping woman's well-lubricated vagina.
   "You don't say?" Danielle murmured sympathetically as 
her long fingers continued their devilish work inside the 
distressed woman's cunt.  
   Athena's mind was spinning out of control.  Even as 
she told her ghastly story, she could feel the terrible, 
wonderful excitement building within her.  "Won't this 
ever end?" she wailed to herself.  She had never felt 
like this before.   She felt Danielle's hands all over 
her, yet knew the girl was only trying to comfort her.  
It was her own body which was reacting outrageously yet 
again.  
  "My God!"  Athena suddenly exclaimed, when her 
narrative had reached the bedroom.  It suddenly came to 
here!  The last thing she remembered on the bed was 
Danielle giving her a massage.  Was she that far gone, to 
the point where the slightest touch by someone, anyone, 
even complete strangers, could cause her body to explode?
   "What is it?" ask Danielle softly, thrusting her 
fingers ever deeper into the very tight and very wet 
cuntal passage, while her other hand was now tweaking one 
of Athena's very responsive nipples.
   Athena knew that Danielle must think her an absolute 
slut for reacting to her kind touch in such a disgusting 
manor.   How could she ever make it up to Danielle?   How 
could she ever make it up to herself?
   "Eh, Nothing!!" the gasping Athena shouted, her nude 
body bucking as Danielle tenderly rubbed her thumb over 
the woman's erect clitoris.
   "What are you doing?!?!" the lust-maddened 21-year old 
finally demanded, the last of her control almost gone.
   "This," whispered Danielle with an evil grin, as she made 
her final expert assault on the reporter's vulnerable 
clitoris.
   "NO!!" shouted Athena as she frantically tried to 
fight the tidal-wave of sensations pouring through her 
helplessly thrashing body.  "It's too much.  It's too 
much!  Make it stop!  Please MAKE IT STOP!!!" her mind 
screamed as yet another unexpected orgasm consumed her 
very being, blotting out everything within her except the 
terrible pleasure-pain coming from her defenseless 
spasming vagina!
   With one final terrible cry of outrage and defeat, the 
overwhelmed woman mercifully fainted.
   Danielle re-positioned the unconscious Athena on her 
back, and made a pleasant meal of her pulsing vaginal 
fluids, before pulling up the covers over them both and 
going peacefully asleep, one hand on Athena's right 
breast and the other nestled comfortably between the 
woman's still-twitching thighs.

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

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

End Part IV 

End of Story (for now, anyway!)



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