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Part 11
*****
The three girls stood at the entrance to the dugout.
"She's got to still be in there."
"Anyone got a light?"
"No."
"Me neither."
"Where's a smoker when you need one? Oh, hell. Come
on," said Tara and she led the way down the stairs and
into the dugout.
"Oh my God! Can you smell it?"
"Guys are such pigs. They'll go anywhere."
"Phew! What a stink! Let's get the hell out of here."
"Oh, no," muttered Tara. "She's not getting away that
easily. That bitch is down here and I want her."
"Listen. There's someone moaning."
"It's coming from that far end."
"She's down here all right. Stephanie, stay by the door,
in case she tries to make a break for it."
"Right."
"Come on, Trisha. Let's do it."
"Can't see a damn thing."
"Don't be such a baby."
"I hate this. Hey, the smell's getting stronger."
"Bingo! I found her. Out cold and.and (oops!) very
naked."
"Thank God! Now can we leave?"
"Hey, Stephie. Come over here. We need your help in
getting her out."
"Coming."
"Oh, my God," said Trisha. "It's her! She's what stinks
down here! What did they do to her?"
"Do you really want to know? Find her clothes."
"Fat chance. We barely found her."
"You're probably right. Well, she always bragging about
the bag she keeps in her car. You know, the one filled
with clothes for the homeless, in case she ever ran into
any that were poorly dressed. We'll get some from
there."
"But we have to clean her. This is terrible."
"Thought I saw a hose and spigot under one of the field
lights. That will do."
"How do we move her?"
"Okay, girls, now let's get organized. She is stretched
out on the floor here by me. Trisha, get her feet, and
Stephie and I will get her shoulders. Now, lift!"
"OH GOD!" shouted Stephie. "SHE'S ALL WET!! SHE'S ALL
WET WITH.WITH.!"
"EWWWW!" screamed Trisha.
"Yes, yes. I know. I know. Just keep moving, the both
of you, okay?"
"Oh God, Tara, do we have to do this?" Trisha asked.
"It's prom night for Christ's sake!"
"We'll miss our appointments at the mall," observed
Stephanie. "Oh, God! We'll miss our dates!"
Tara knew there was a need for some soothing words for
her worried friends. "There's plenty of time, okay? And
even if there isn't, considering the gift we'll be
bringing with us, we shall never be late for these
appointments. And as long as our dates can get wasted
they could care less when we get there. Now keep
moving."
*****
What had she been doing? Athena Valentine had no idea.
She remembered her mouth filled with a wonderful warm
dough, like the kind her mother used for her home-made
bread. But that dough never tasted like this. It had a
pleasant warm-wet sweetness to it that was hidden away on
the inside, like a prize. The more she worked her tongue
into the dough's interior, the more the sweetness flowed.
It was wonderful! Then something tremendous happened,
she was not sure what, but something occurred that made
her suddenly want to take a bite of that wonderful dough.
She bit into it, and, it oddly tasted faintly of copper
before someone (her mother?) pulled the dough from her
mouth. Her mother always hated it when whenever she
tried to eat dough raw like that. Then she felt her
mother pour warm water all over her. She had stretched
like a cat as the heated liquid ran sensually over her
entire body, from her hair to her toes. It seemed to go
on forever in a powerful stream, and was the most
exciting bath Athena could ever remember.
But that stopped too, and she was left alone in the dark
to ponder on a strange smell that was now in the air. It
was familiar, yet not one her drifting mind could
identify.
Now she was floating through the air and that too was
wonderful. What a sensation! Flying low over the ground
swaying from side to side, and all of it while being
delightfully naked. Her dreams had not been this good
since she left the employ of the formidable M. Deveroux.
Athena settled on the ground with a abrupt jolt and
wondered eagerly what she would dream of next.
*****
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!"
Athena's shriek echoed across the empty field. She
opened her eyes and sat up, only to discover a forceful
stream of icy water was focused between her parted legs
and directly upon her naked cunt!
"Tara, you devil!" Trisha said in admiration.
"WHAT ARE YOU DO.(glub-glub)!!" Athena tried to scream,
but was cut-off as the water stream shifted directly to
her opened mouth!
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
not fair!"
"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 naked behind.
"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 than
before.
"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
the car."
"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 keep going."
"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 iron grip.
"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.
*****
End of Part 11