Part 3

Athena ran from her room, with Danielle right behind her, only to stop suddenly just outside the door. Her normally deserted hallway was now full of people! Servants carrying bedding were running here and there. Expensively-dressed women with small children in tow were going in and out of the rooms located along the hall.

In spite of her outlandish attire, Athena was surprised when, with all those people running about, no one gave her so much as a glance.

[It is at this point, gentle reader, that upon advice of the censor we must point out that the children are children in name only! Yes, it is quite true! In reality, they are the teen-aged nieces of the insidious Mrs. Devereux, especially brought in to give our heroine a very bad time, indeed. Okay, so what can we say, the family runs short. We return you now to our story, already in progress.]

"What is going on here?" asked the panting Athena, ignoring the arms which Danielle, standing behind her, had placed around her waist.

"Like I keep telling you, the kids have arrived. This is the week on the big end-of-summer family reunion. That's why the family wanted you so quickly. Didn't you know?"

"Ah, no. Not really. The school didn't tell me thing."

"All the children will be staying up here during the day, that is, those whom their parents decide not too fuss with during the week."

"There are too many, Danielle! I can't possibly look after them all."

"You know, for a nanny you don't have much confidence around children."

"Well, this is my, er, first family."

"Sure. Look, the real babies will stay in the nursery downstairs. Up here will be more like day-care. Just keep them fed and busy for about five days and you'll be fine. Need anything, just call the kitchen on the house phone."

"Oh, my. Five days? I just don't know..." Athena hadn't contemplated on having to face this situation at all. A few children were one thing, but this!

"Okay, okay!" she hastily agreed when she felt Danielle's hand start to lightly pat her right buttock. "But I must really find something to wear... Okay, I said!" she muttered through clenched teeth when Danielle's patting started to become audible slaps.

"Good. Now let me introduce you to your new charges. When you are done tonight at eight, we'll have our party and you can unwind then."

Never had she felt more vulnerable, as Danielle led her by the hand to the big children's suite at the end of the hall. The only thing that saved Athena from dying of embarrassment was the fact that no-one looked at her, or noticed that she was even there.

"I don't believe this," the perplexed Athena thought as they walked down the hall. "I'm almost naked and no one's given me so much as a single look. What's going on here?"

She couldn't believe it. She knew she would have been terribly embarrassed if anyone had noticed her, yet it still bothered Athena for some reason that no-one did. She didn't think her body was all that bad looking. Of course, she only saw women and children on the floor, so maybe that was it. It would take a man to really appreciate what she was reluctantly showing right now.

Just as well there weren't any allowed on the floor. At least she was protected from some low-life trying to take advantage and cop a feel or something. She was so tired of having to put up with that sort of thing. Warming to the prospect of being safely surrounded by just women and children for a few days, Athena felt surprisingly secure and content.

She had just finished a school on how to take care of children, for God's sake. What was she so worried about? She was sure that child-care was simply a matter of just being firm yet fair, and all would be well.

Athena walked on, feeling much better about the whole thing. She was blissfully unaware of the many feminine eyes, all showing a look of cruel longing, which followed her undulating body as she moved down the long hall. Nor did she notice the knowing looks which were passing between Danielle and the children in the hall, for they were not children at all!

"This place is very well equipped," Danielle was saying. "It has everything you might need: house phone, dining area, play area with tons of toys, TV/VCR/stereo, kitchenette with microwave for popcorn and a full sized refrigerator for drinks and ice cream. There is also a small washer/dryer set for accidents.

"You're kidding?"

"Oh, no. Mom wanted her kids to have everything she didn't when she was growing up. And, girl, has this place got it! It even has kid-sized rest rooms."

"Where? I don't see any other doors."

"Along the floor you can see two hinged rubber doors there, along the far wall. Mom was the designer, and even helped with the building. Each rest room has a small shower, in case things really get messy. Naturally, the kids love it in there. They are always finding excuses to go in and out. Who would have thought that bathrooms could be so fun?"

"I can't go through those doors!" Athena protested, as she looked at the small openings in horror.

"Oh, get real," replied Danielle. "Mom and I do it all the time."

"Yes, but..."

"Enough already!" Dragging the reluctant Athena by her belt, Danielle strode into the center of the room.

"Attention!" she said loudly, and magically all became quiet. "This is Miss Athena Valentine, your new nanny. She will be taking care of you this week."

She turned to Athena and said, "Okay, you lucky girl. You're on! Remember, they're all yours until 8 PM. After that, this placed is locked up and the children are picked up by their families. Only my three sisters will actually be sleeping on this floor."

Seeing Athena getting ready to say something, Danielle muttered a hasty "Bye!" and quickly left the room.

Athena looked anxiously after the departing Danielle. In her anxiety about caring for so many children, Athena forgot to ask which of the children belonged to the Devereux'.

She looked about her and saw that she was surrounded by inquisitive children. She was surprised to see that they were all girls, between 5 to 10 years of age. And such children!

She decided was going to call this part of her expos 'The Golden Moppets.' She had never known such an expensively dressed and healthy looking bunch of little girls. She was positive there wasn't a single haircut there which cost under $50, except possibly her own. If they weren't all tow headed, they should have been.

Not sure of what to do next, she decided to fall back on what they taught her at nanny school. "Okay," she thought. "Let's find out if this stuff really works."

She walked out of the circle, jumping slightly whenever she felt a small hand on her hips or thighs.

"Hi, children. I am Miss Valentine, and I will be taking care of you during your stay in the children's suite here this week. We are going to have a great deal a fun. I understand there is plenty to do up here, and I have some games of my own that we can play. If you know any, we can also play your games too. We're here to have fun. All I ask is that you play nicely with each other and keep it reasonably quiet. First, though, I would like to know all of your names."

Surprisingly, Athena found herself doing rather well as a nanny. After the fifth name, she lost track of them, but at least they knew that she was interested in them, the little darlings. Play time began immediately after that, and for the first hour or so everyone seemed to be having a good time.

The only problem that came up was when one or another of the girls would get interested in the way her body bulged so visibly in her revealing nanny suit. They were always trying to touch her breasts or behind. It got so bad that she privately had to scold a few of them for touching her, even if it was due to their natural curiosity. She couldn't blame them, really. Seeing her reflection in a mirror, she was well aware that she looked like the start of a damned anatomy lesson.

Besides, she was well aware, from the teachings of Miss Forthingill, that if she over-reacted to anything the children did that was a part of their natural development, she could traumatize them for life. Athena was just beginning to realize just how awesome her responsibilities here actually were.

Athena was feeling pretty confident about the nanny business when one of the older girls came to her and told her that Barbara was crying about something. Certainly the smallest of the group, and probably the youngest as well, Barbara was an angel-faced blonde who had been off by herself, contentedly playing alone with her dolls.

"So what could possibly be the problem?" Athena wondered as she went over to the corner where the girl had been playing.

"Hi, Barbara. What's wrong, honey?"

"Mommy?" the crying girl said hopefully, holding out her arms toward Athena.

She picked up the crying Barbara, only to have the girl clamp her mouth firmly on the tip of her right breast.

"NO!" she sputtered, automatically moving the child away from her vulnerable breast.

"EEEEEeeeee!!" screamed little Barbara, creating the most high pitched, ear-piercing sound that Athena had ever heard. She hated crying babies at the best of times, but this sound was making her flesh crawl. In self-defense, she reluctantly put the child up against her breast again, where Barbara immediately quieted down and began to contentedly suck on Athena's nipple through her skin-tight suit.

"Oh my God!" she said quietly. Now what was she supposed to do? Barbara's mother must still be letting the girl use her breast, even though she should have been weaned from it years ago. "Maybe a pacifier will do," she thought hopefully, and she ran for the kitchenette, the suckling child still at her breast.

Trouble was, after searching frantically, she couldn't find a god-damned pacifier anywhere, which left her own chest the only option still open to her. "Damn," said Athena with feeling as she looked down at the tow-headed youngster sucking happily away on an already diamond-hard nipple that was starting to produce some surprising sensations within her.

She couldn't let Barbara suckle her right here in front of everyone. Besides, she had to find some place private so that she could pull down the top of her suit. She could feel the material over her breast becoming wet there already, and the last thing she wanted was a water stain right over her chest the rest of the night. How could she ever explain that?

"Come on, honey, let's do this where it's a little more private."

She carried Barbara over where the entrance to the rest rooms were located and placed her on the floor.

"In you go," she said, pushing the girl through the small entrance.

Before she went through, the girl looked teary-eyed at the nanny. "You coming too?" she asked.

"Yes, honey. I'll be right behind you."

Lying on her stomach, the nanny brought her arms past her head in front of her and slowly wiggled her way through the entrance.

"Come through here all the time, my ass," Athena muttered through gritted teeth as she made her way into the rest room.

Once inside, she found it to be a pleasant if (for her) slightly cramped place that came complete with scaled down chairs, a bench, sinks and stalls for the small toilets. In the far corner, behind a glass door was the shower.

She wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do, but right now she was willing to try almost anything for a little peace and quiet.

As Barbara watched with wide eyes, Athena sat on the bench and, reluctantly reaching behind her, unfastened the clasp at the base of her neck and pulled down the zipper about a third of the way.

After thinking a moment, she pulled the material of the suit down so that both of her breasts were completely uncovered. "Not sure which one she'll want," she told herself. Noticing her arms were now very restricted in their movements, she pulled them out the sleeves for good measure.

Feeling very sheepish, she covered her naked breasts with one arm and shyly gestured for Barbara to join her with the other. The little girl gleefully ran over and leapt into Athena's waiting lap. She placed her thin arms around Athena's neck, and kissed the surprised woman directly on the lips. "Mama!" she joyfully cried.

"No. Not Mama, Barbara. I'm Athena. I'm just the nanny."

"Mama!" cried Barbara again before she filled her mouth with Athena's delectable right breast.

"Oh!" gasped the nanny as Barbara's lips and tongue immediately went to work on her sensitive nipple.

As Barbara contentedly worked on Athena's right breast, the woman settled in for a long stay. "I wonder how long this is going to last?" she thought. She leaned her back and head against the wall and closed her eyes. It had been a very tiring day for her and she still had a long way to go before it was over.

She was surprised to find that, once she had gotten over her embarrassment of someone actually touching her bare chest, the suckling of her breast by the child was proving to be much more pleasurable that Athena had ever imagined.

"No wonder women like to have kids, if this was what they got to do with them," she thought. "This feels really great."

While Barbara used her educated mouth on the unsuspecting woman's right breast, her hands began to softly manipulate Athena equally vulnerable left breast.

Athena was feeling such a comfortable glow that she kept jerking herself awake whenever she went to sleep and her head fell forward. When she felt the small, firm hands on her bare shoulders she willingly followed their directions and laid down on the bench.

She drowsily murmured, "All right, baby. Just a little nap, then we have to get back."

Little Barbara laid her small form full length on the reclining nanny's and continued her administrations on the soon sleeping Athena's now swollen and very sensitive breasts.

When Barbara heard an unconscious "MMmmmm" of contentment come from the dozing nanny, she slowly worked her small right foot between Athena's partially opened thighs. Her big toe found the indented surface of Athena's sex, and she started slowly moving the toe back and forth over the slick surface tightly covering the unaware woman's vulva.

As Athena's breathing became noticeably heavier, and small beads of sweat began to form along her hairline, Barbara began to slide the length of her entire foot between Athena's thighs and over the hypersensitive protective lips of her vulva. She could feel how wet the material was rapidly becoming from the sleeping nanny's cuntal secretions.

Athena was dreaming of motherhood. With her two Pulitzers for excellence in investigative reporting on the mantel over the fireplace, she saw herself in a very well-apportioned home holding a child to her partially bared chest that looked not unlike Barbara. She knew she was married to a top reporter who's picture on the mantel bore a striking resemblance to a young Robert Redford.

Gradually her dream changed. The small child nursing at her breast suddenly altered in appearance and became a nude Mrs. Devereux. When she pushed the small woman away from her in horror, Mrs. Devereux began to cut away Athena's clothing with her laser eyes, until she stood naked and helpless before her. Athena looked to her husband's picture for help, but it had changed into a laughing Danielle, who arms were extending like tentacles out of the picture, reaching for her!

Stifling a scream, Athena jerked awake. Feeling the comforting presence of Barbara on top of her, she relaxed. "Jesus! That was a strange one!" she thought. She realized she was covered in sweat, and that her heart was racing under her heaving chest. For the first time, her nanny suit felt terribly constricting, and she longed to remove the rest of it until she could cool off.

Athena gradually became aware of a strange itching coming from her crotch. She thought it was the material digging in again, but she certainly could not do any adjusting with little Barbara right here! The persistent itch became more and more intense. She tried shifting her hips slightly, but that didn't help.

It was when she crossed her legs that she sensed something was between her thighs. Her eyes flew open in surprise and she looked down, but Barbara had arched her back and she couldn't see a thing.

It was then, looking at the guileless Barbara still happily playing with her terribly sensitive breasts, that Athena became aware of just how intensely this child was getting to her. She couldn't believe it at first. It just wasn't possible, was it?

But she could no longer deny it to herself. She was being sexually turned-on by the playful actions of this innocent child.

"Oh my God!" she said, stunned. What kind of perverted slut was she, that she could become sexually aroused by a child?

Sweat pouring from her from the effort, she tried intently to think of anything else, to stem the rising tide of passion bubbling within her, but it didn't work. She knew she would soon loose control, would soon climax right in the presence of this innocent child! She had to stop this, before it was too late and she humiliated herself forever.

"Uh, Barbara," she gasped with a quiet intensity, still trying to remain calm and not frighten this tender little girl with her out-of-control emotions.

"We have to... to stop now, honey."

"Stop what, Mommy?"

"Oh, no!" thought Athena desperately. "Not the kid- question game! Not now!"

Trying again, she said, "We have... to stop and rejoin the... UGH!" Athena's body writhed as Barbara cruelly tweaked the woman's diamond-hard nipples.

While the distracted Athena was still gasping over this shocking outrage to her person, Barbara shifted down enough to reach the woman's defenseless cunt with her right hand. Quickly finding the erect clitoris under the slick material, Barbara delicately pinched it between her thumb and forefinger.

"AAAhhh!" Athena cried, jerking as if she had been electrocuted! Her overwhelmed mind had no idea of what had happened to her, only that her body had suddenly gone insane!

Barbara mischievously pinched the erect tissue again, and Athena wend mad!

"NO!!!" she screamed as her long-fought orgasm took the unsuspecting woman by storm, her body wildly twitching and jumping. The laughing Barbara was able to stay on only by quickly locking her legs about Athena's narrow waist and riding the frenzied nanny like a bucking horse.

When she was able to think clearly again, Athena felt the shame thick upon her. How could she have done such a terrible, horrid thing? And right in front of a child, yet?

She looked at the concerned-looking Barbara and said quietly, "Please get off."

The child immediately complied. "Are you all right?" she asked, standing alongside the bench.

"Yes. I'm fine," lied Athena. "I just had an... an accident, that's all."

"Yes, I know," giggled Barbara. "You wet yourself," she said, pointing shyly at Athena's crotch.

Wearily, the reporter sat up and put her feet on the floor. Taking a deep breath, she then looked down at herself and died. A large area between her legs was sopping wet with her secretions. It was much darker then the surrounding area and very, very noticeable.

"Oh my God," Athena said softly to herself. "Now what am I supposed to do?"

She finally got off the bench and crawled across the room and into the small shower stall. She removed her soiled nanny suit and handed the rolled-up garment through the partially opened doors to the waiting Barbara.

"Barbara, I want you to give this to one of the older girls and tell them to first put it in the clothes washer, then the dryer. They're both located under the counter by the sink. Can you remember all of that, honey?"

"Sure, Athena. I can remember."

The woman bridled a bit at this child calling her by her first name, but decided that now was certainly not the time to make an issue of it.

"Thank you, Barbara. Now, off you go. Oh, and be sure to bring it back to me when it's dry, OK?"

"OK," Barbara replied as she crawled through the door carrying Athena's nanny suit.