A Reporter Back to School

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.

*****

End of Story