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-ROOK-

‘ NANNY DEW; BABY SITTER TEEN DETECTIVE ‘

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‘ THE CASE OF THE EXTREME CLEAVAGE ‘

CHAPTER ONE

The Fletcher triplets had canceled, and Nanny Dew found her self on the Fletcher front stoop in a whirl of conflicting emotions. First she was disappointed in that Mr. Fletcher always paid her well, in fact very well, and often came close to doubling that amount with his usual tip, and she would miss that money come next Tuesday’s Prom bake sale. She had already promised she would buy most of the ingredients, since she never had the time to help with the actual baking its self, that and her culinary talents left much to be desired.

Second she was rather relived, after heading directly from school to the local library to research her upcoming paper, she was a bit frazzled at the intimidating task of handling the Fletcher triplets. Not that she would ever let on, she prided her self on being the very best baby sitter the city had ever known. An accomplishment that derived from Nanny’s own super secret that she kept from every one. The baby sitting market in the Solar City suburbs was a rather ruthless and cut throat one, as Nanny’s generation seemed thick with teen age girls out numbering the boys almost six to one and the little nestle of houses in the hills had little to offer for employment for the senior high school student trying to make a little extra cash to get by on. Nanny had used her little secret to corner the market on notoriously difficult infants. Oh, she would take any job regardless of age or hour or number of children involved, but every one in the entire city knew that when it came to cranky babies and parents needing a night out to recover some of their cracking sanity, there was only one person to call, Nanny Dew. She was the very best, children of all ages seemed to love her, but infants even more so. With the older children she had no real trick or gimmick she just tried everything all the other teen age baby sitters used; games, stories, bribes, thinly veiled threats, what ever it took to get through the night. But with infants, Nanny had an edge over her rival job seekers, and it was an edge she stumbled across much by accident some years back by complete desperation.

On an early autumn night much like this night, she had been baby sitting a little eight month old terror named Emily and try as she might she could not get the creature to stop wailing. In desperation she had sought out the baby sitters ultimate weapon, Mr. Binky. The teething pacifier, but she had some how lost hers and couldn’t find another one in the entire house, with the crying stretching into the third hour and her home work still unopened Nanny had in a desperate mad moment slipped out her own breast and plunked her nipple into the infants mouth. It had been magic. The child had stopped crying at once and rapidly fell into a peaceful slumber and she had been able to finish her Algebra home work with the child suckling at her breast.

Nanny had put the whole thing aside to her own genetic uniqueness and had thought little about it, as one would think little about a seven and a half foot tall person going out for the basket ball team, or a three hundred pound man going out for the foot ball team. In Nanny’s case she had inherited with puberty large soda pop can top sized areolas with Coke bottle neck sized nipples. They had become the bane of her embarrassing existence, as they seemed to swell and puff out at the slightest sensation or leap to attention at the most trivial of provocation. It wasn’t so much that they had ever really caused her any embarrassing moments, so much as she dreaded them some day doing so, and as such she had taken several precautions against just such a possibility, such as placing folded cloth napkins in her blouse breast pockets in case her prominent nipples should desire upon the whim to become even more so, and she always draped her arm and towel over her chest as she headed to the girls shower in gym, a modesty that fortunately wasn’t entirely out of place in her class. That her unusual nipples should actually have some positive benefit in her life had simply struck her as wonderful and she looked no further into it amongst her hectic schedule. That said she was no fool and realized that not every parent would be exactly thrilled to learn their baby was being pacified by a teen age girls nipple while she paced about the room reciting French grammar lessons. But she could not deny the almost magical effect the simple placing of her large nipple into the mouth of a small child had, and she used that little secret technique to rapidly become the baby sister of choice for parents with a young difficult child. That said freakish as her nipples may have been she gladly only had two of them and the Fletcher triplets was definitely a juggling handful even on the best of nights and she was feeling a bit run down this night.

The third reason that had her very excited though was Nanny now found her self being escorted to the Fletcher front gate by Mr. Fletcher who was making all sorts of apologies about them having to cancel her much lauded services with no notice what so ever, though they had called her home, but she had been at the library. Ms. Fletcher had a headache and wouldn’t be going with Mr. Fletcher to the symphony tonight. Mr. Fletcher was the conductor and he was deeply sorry that he was running so late that he couldn’t offer her a ride back to her house. But he did suggest she come to the concert, his treat. There was even a party after wards with lots of famous people. But Nanny had politely declined and said she would use the opportunity to visit her friend Angelina who lived on the same street before catching the nine o’clock buss back home. Mr. Fletcher had shrugged and then glancing over his shoulder back at the house had removed a folded up twenty dollar bill out of his wallet and slipped it, despite Nanny’s protest into her breast blouse pocket, and smiling winked at her and returned to the house to fetch his coat and hat and be on his way. What Mr. Fletcher didn’t realize was that Nanny was wearing what she had come to consider her baby sitter costume. Tried and true, and it consisted of two long red silk hair ribbons that held her long blonde hair in two pony tails at the side of her head. Her usual thick large framed glasses without which she was completely blind, though she had in her book bag her new contacts that she had just finished paying for that morning and was eagerly waiting to surprise everyone including her own family the next morning at breakfast. She had worked a lot of baby sitting jobs to pay for those contacts and she couldn’t wait to see everyone’s face at school tomorrow when she arrived with out her aquarium slab eye glasses! Next she wore her usual high necked white long sleeved blouse. Her school had a regulation uniform and she had found showing up for a baby sitting job wearing it put the parents some how more at ease. Nanny had modified her ‘baby sitting blouse’ though, in keeping with her secret technique she had sewn extra padding into the pockets covering her nipples to help hide them, and had then cut out and reattached the pocket in such a way that it acted like a draw bridge door. By unbuttoning the large pearl button pinning the pocket flap in place, it opened to reveal a direct access slit to her nipple. This let her simply unbutton the pocket flap of her blouse and she could wiggle out her nipple for the little tyke without her having to undo her entire shirt, of course it required that she leave her bra at home, but she hated bras and with the extra lining sewed into the back of each breast pocket she felt confident her nipples would be covered up in case they began to miss behave. She wore her special blouse tucked into the high waist of her plaid knee length skit. The skirt had to be a little on the high waist banded side as her shirt didn’t have a whole lot of tails to tuck into her skirt after it completed the circuit of her some what ample breasts. She wasn’t the largest chest in her class, but she held her own in the upper rankings. Her narrow waist gave way to a very high cheeky bottom and long shapely legs that demanded a longer length of skirt than the thigh high skirts that many of her class mates could get away with. She felt her butt was too big, but it held it’s own against her bosom and long flowing limbs giving her an hour glass figure that lent its self to a figure ‘s’ every time she paused to stand. She moved with a lot of wiggle and jiggle that tugged and pulled at anything she wore, and she thus preferred to wear as little as her spotty sense of stately decorum would allow. As such she eschewed the usual tights or long stalking of her peers and wore little frilly Bobby socks in her polished black patent leather buckled shoes.

So it was that as Mr. Fletcher inserted the crisp folded twenty dollar bill into Nanny’s left breast pocket, he was actually slipping it under her buttoned flap and into the slit hidden there in. The cold bill tugged gently and then slide between her taunt pocket padded blouse and her naked nipple. The rubbing sensation instantly shot her nipples into over drive and Nanny felt her face flush as her super sensitive areolas began to rapidly swell with rising waves of warm excitement. Luckily it was dark out and Mr. Fletcher couldn’t see where the twenty dollar bill still slightly sticking out of the corner of Nanny’s breast pocket was slowly being extruded up and out by a swelling mound of pink peeking flesh.

Nanny turned and dazedly walked out of the Fletcher front gate and onto the side walk beyond. Her arms were full of library books and her book bag bulge on her back. It had been seventy degrees this afternoon and she had left her jacket in her locker, but now a cool wind was whipping the trees and stripping the yellowing leaves into little cyclones of debris about her. The lowering temperature played further havoc with her breasts and she felt her head swim heavily with a welling rising hot lust. ‘I will have to do something very special for Mr. Fletcher the next time I baby sit for him,’ Nanny thought to her self as her face continued to flush. ‘He’s always glancing at my legs when he drives me home after baby sitting.’ Nanny thought of her shorter thigh high school skirt she seldom ever wore. Nipples weren’t the be all end all of Nanny’s genetic qualms, Nanny was what girls called a ‘squirter’. In other words when ever she got excited she got wet down there, really wet, in fact sopping drenching flooding wet, and when she achieved orgasm she let go with a jet of fluid that could spray a frightening distance and amount depending on how well she had managed to get off. This of course had just added to her anxieties and had pretty much guaranteed that she had never slept with a boy. Since her nipples seemed to be direct wired into her arousal and that flipped the spigot down there, whenever Nanny let an infant suckle her nipple that always resulted in an eventual orgasm and deluge. Since a large wet spot on her employers couch was not a good thing, the ever practical Nanny had simply taken to slipping on a pair of plastic tape on diapers over her crotch. What might have seemed silly was in fact a very elegant solution for her individual problem. Diapers were plentiful when baby sitting infants and she could arrive with one or two in her book bag and nothing seemed odd about it. Since it was an easy matter to slip a super absorbent diaper up her skirt and between her thighs with the flick of a wrist, and it was a bit more difficult and risky to be slipping off a pair of under panties first, Nanny had simply taken up the logical habit of not wearing any under garments at all on her baby sitting assignments. It had proved successful for the past several months and she had thought nothing of it anymore. For the Fletcher job she had changed at school just after last class leaving her normal blouse and bra and panties in her gym bag in her locker with her jacket. Her thought now, that she should wear her ‘shorter’ skirt next time she baby sat for the Fletcher’s thus took on several dizzying flights of fantasy for Nanny as she pictured her self in Mr. Fletcher’s car absently letting her short hem line ride up her thigh, up, up, creeping up to her… ‘Yes,’ Nanny thought thickly to her self, ‘next time she would have to do something very special for that sexy young handsome Mr. Fletcher.’

It took a cool way ward breeze gusting up her skirt and tickling at the beads of dew in her exposed pubic hair for Nanny to suddenly remember why she had been so excited at the Fletcher job being so unceremoniously yanked out from under her; Professor Leslie Letchmore! Her good friend Leslie lived on the cul-de-sac that branched off the Fletcher street and the canceling of one job seemed an almost fated synchronicity to take on the other!

Professor Leslie Letchmore had been an upcoming prominent teacher at Wellborne University as well as a famous field archeologist before an unproven scandal involving inappropriate extracurricular activities with several female students drove her to resign her tenor and vanish from the academic world stage. Her fathers sudden death had caused her to return back home to Solar City to face a mound of inherited debt and a city wide silent snub that had left her only the position of public librarian to eek out a miserable stunted stale existence with. The book worm Nanny Dew and former professor Leslie Letchmore were soul mate sisters, though it would take Leslie accidentally discovering Nanny crouched over several ‘barrowed’ copies of the works of the Marquis de Sade in the corner near closing time for both young women to realize this. Leslie had invited Nanny to come use her fathers extensive library of arcane and esoteric books at any time, and Nanny had been quick to take her up on the offer. Nanny had spent several hours over the dusty first edition rare texts of ancient histories, but again and again it was the small but exhaustive collection of world erotica that would captivate her greedy interest. Long hours she would pour over the strange diagrams and illustrations and would puzzle over arcane passages and text, all the while unaware of the small puddles she would leave on the butter soft leather chairs that Leslie would only shake her head at and clean up without a word.

Three days ago Leslie had vanished. No one knew where she had gone, and everyone suspected foul play, but not a single lead had been found. And this is where Nanny Dew came in, because not only was she the best damn baby sitter the entire city had ever known, but she had solved two baffling unsolved cases too! The first had been mostly by accident, she had been baby sitting and had seen some suspicious activities next door, a simple follow up investigation had netted the counterfeiting crooks. The second case had actually been more dramatic, her father was a police detective and her simple curiosity about one of his cases had lead her to go out on her own searching for some clues based on her own hunches and she had recovered the stolen pay roll and caught the criminals as well. For that she had received a cash reward! Now here was another unsolved case, and this time it concerned a close friend of hers. Nanny hadn’t a clue what to do about it all, but now with her finding her self upon the neighboring street and with her entire evening suddenly free, it seemed as if the situation its self was setting her feet upon an open path she had scarcely realized was there but an hour before.

Nanny quickly reached the Hayward house, an opulent red brick upper class resident that mated well with the entire neighborhood but had the added rarity of being a place that Nanny had frequented as a child. She had once been very close friends with Sara and Natalie Hayward in grade school but they had grown steadily apart as they had been separated into different junior high schools and then high schools. As such Nanny felt a complete stranger on the rare occasions she might see and wave at either girl on the street or in the malls. That said the city was still small enough that she knew the Hayward’s were gone for two weeks for some family wedding of their mother’s sister over seas and that the dark quiet house Nanny now found her self quickly slipping by was indeed as deserted as it looked. Even the dog was staying over at Roger Finnegan’s farm where the young girls had once spent Halloweens on hay rack rides pulled by real horses! Now, all Nanny was thinking about was moving as unseen as possible through the large oak leaf piled front yard and into the heavily shadowed side yard.

And there it was, the large Elm with its swaying tree swing, right where she remembered it looking exactly the same and thus so strange after not being thought about for so many years. It gave Nanny that odd feeling of shudder one gets when suddenly remembered unexpectedly that elements in one’s life continue unabated and forgotten outside and irrelevant of one’s life, that sudden awareness that the world doesn’t stop or vanish without us, and that we really do die and the world goes on when we don’t and it doesn’t notice a thing. That we are not god, this is not our dream, and we aren’t the center of creation.

Upon the tree trunk were the nailed wooden slats, and shifting her books to one hip, up Nanny went into the dark swaying shadow up above with that blind confidence of youthful certainty that only a forty hour a week dead end job can destroy. The tree house was still there and Nanny slide up into it gladly dropping her pile of books and her book bag on to the twig littered floor. No one had been up here in years! Or had they? Nanny noticed a well used bong sitting in the corner of the tree house next to some trashy romance novels, she smiled at that. There was work to be done and Nanny had little time, so she quickly removed her key chain from the book bag and keyed the little pin light fastened to it. With the light she dug out her contact case and carefully removed her thick glasses and put in her contacts, it stung and there was a few gasping moments when she thought she had dropped and lost one of the little lenses but she got them both in and blinked at the new clarity of sight they offered. She would need them in the task she had in mind, glasses would get in the way or fall off, of that she was sure. With her new contacts in she, put her glasses into their case and set the whole bag in the corner next to the bong. She removed the light from the key ring and threw the keys into the bag as well, placing the light with its beaded loop about her right wrist and turned it off. There was a moon working behind the clouds and its meandering illumination was more than enough for her to work by. She moved out along one limb and pulled up the chain of the tree swing, the single board seat was surprisingly heavy, but she got it up into the tree house, the swing was attached to the limb with a simple hasp latch so Mr. Hayward could move the swing around to various limbs to avoid damaging one limb over time. Nanny removed the chain from the limb and gathering it all up in her arms carefully stepped through the open cut out ‘window’ of the tree houses far wall and stepped out upon the large limb there. Inching out onto the limb she reached a point in which she felt secure in and reattached the swing to the limb, and let the swing drop down. The swing was now dangling a few feet over Professor Letchmore’s unkempt yard, with a great deep breath Nanny lowered her self off the limb and onto the thin chain of the swing. A few nerve racking minutes later Nanny with red palms and shaking thighs found her self standing on the thick lawn, the tall twelve foot brick wall securely between her and the Hayward house and grounds.

Nanny Dew moved towards the back of the Letchmore estate, knowing that a police cruiser and two officers were stationed out side the front iron gate of the house and that all the doors and windows of the large mansion were firmly bolted and locked. When Leslie had invited Nanny to visit her home and make use of her father’s privet library she and Nanny had inherently understood that it would not be in either of their mutual best interests for gossipy neighbors to see Nanny entering and leaving the Letchmore house and grounds. As such Leslie had shown Nanny a back gate in the rear wall that was kept unlocked and the wooded path leading to it and the lakeshore, Nanny knew from her father that the police had put a strong paddle lock and chain on that back gate as they continued to look for Leslie as the Letchmore house contained many rare and priceless artifacts form both Leslie and her fathers years of archeology. What her father and none of the police knew was that in the back grounds amongst the crypts of the Latch mores going back into the mid- eighteen hundreds was a simple obelisk of polished stone that hid a secret underground passage into the Letchmore Mansion, it is the passage Nanny had used several times to visit her friend Leslie and it was the passage she now used to enter the maze of wall passages of the Letchmore house now. The passage and door Nanny chose to enter into the rooms of the Letchmore house was the only one she was familiar with, the one Leslie had shown her on that first night. The one that opened directly into the privet library of Mr. Letchmore.

As Nanny entered the room from the quietly swinging hidden door panel in the book cased wall, she paused to remove her dew wet leather shoes and place them behind her in the secret passage way, she then closed the door stepping silently out into the large moon lit room in her lace frilled socks, the polished wood floor felt slippery and she moved cautiously into the next room which was the study. The study had no windows and once she had closed the adjoining door to the library she switched on the desk lamp. There were a few closed circuit security cameras down stairs covering the entrance to the rooms with the nicer artifacts and Nanny didn’t want to take any chances that she might be picked up by one of the motion sensor cameras unprepared. From even her brief contact with the criminal element and her father’s comments around the house, Nanny had a deep appreciation for even the simplest of disguises allowing one the all important legal shadow of doubt. And while she didn’t think of her self as breaking and entering per say, she also didn’t want any bored police officer checking out a blinking video tape machine tomorrow and seeing her unblinking face staring back out at him. No one knew about her connection with Ms. Letchmore and for the time being she would rather keep it that way. Nanny removed her hair ribbons and immediately pulling her long slightly curly silky blonde hair back into a single pony tail she retied one ribbon around it. The other ribbon she carefully laid out on the desk and unfolded its sides tripling its width, it like the other hair ribbon was laced at the edges and normally rolled up in a thin fold. With the red ribbon now unfolded Nanny removed a pair of scissors from the desk drawer and carefully cut out two eye holes in the crimson swath. She placed the red mask over her face and tied it in place, she checked out her reflection in the glass plate covering of a lithograph print on the near by wall and smiled with satisfaction, the mask worked surprisingly well. She would never confuse any of her best friends but a casual acquaintance would have been hard pressed to pick her out of a line up of any of the girls in her class. For the first time since he had inserted it in there, Nanny noticed the twenty dollar bill sticking out from under her left breast pocket flap and removed it, luckily her skirt had a small zipper pocket hidden in the pleats and she put the much appreciated bill there in. This act naturally brought Nanny’s attention to her nipples which were both behaving naughtily, wither this was from the lingering sensation of Mr. Fletchers innocent fondling or the cool mist of the secret underground passage way or the building excitement of her new adventure she couldn’t really say. It may even have been the simple behaviorist habit of being in the rooms where she often studied books about sex. Whatever the indistinct stimulus there was no mistaking the very distinct results, Nanny’s nipples had swollen up to such a size that her pocket flaps were bent up into two little ‘v’ shapes and the straining buttons could not keep sealed the split gapping slits nor contain the soft engorged areola nipple flesh still puffing and swelling there. Her nipples themselves where squarely under the thick false pockets padding but had still managed to raise two quarter inch tents in the center of her large breasted shirt, she could only sigh and shake her head, nothing could be done about it. ‘Gosh, who knows. If there is a cop wandering around down stairs, maybe it will distract him enough so he won’t get a clear look at my face?’ Nanny giggle at that thought and some how felt a little more reassured. She turned off the desk lamp and exited the room.

CHAPTER TWO

It had been three months ago when Nanny slipping in through the back gate and in through the secret passage way via the Letchmore crypts, had entered the library one balmy after noon and soon feverishly working her self up into a parched lather over a work of detailed poetry about the rabid art of ‘lesbian stimulation by suction of mutual labia gyration’ had wandered off in search of some cooling beverage when she had passed by the slatted closed doors of the down stairs parlor and heard unmistakable sounds that drove her to her breathless knees as she peered through the slatted white painted wood. There her pressing eyes saw the fat commissioner of police, her fathers boss, naked pock pimpled ass pumping feverishly into the up raised legs of Professor Leslie Letchmore. Nanny had watched in disgust and horror and a growing warm wet fascination at the sordid spectacle acting out before her. And after the police commissioner had left and Leslie had broken down into tears and Nanny had slowly opened the door and walked in and comforted her. Nanny had helped Leslie to the up stairs bath room and helped wash the filth from her numb body and she had petted Leslie’s head as she sobbed her self to sleep in her large lonely bed. Dire poverty and an enormous balloon payment mortgage on the house and lands she refused to sell had driven Leslie into selling her body for money. Nanny had often kneeled out side the door and watched Leslie satisfy another costumer, but Nanny had never again had the courage to open that door and go to Leslie like she did that first time. It was easy to tell when Leslie was going to ‘entertain’ another client, Nanny would see her buying bottles of alcohol at her mother’s grocery store. It was the only time Leslie drank, and she drank a lot before opening her back door and letting the men come into her home. What no one but Leslie and Nanny knew, was that Leslie kept a record of every one she slept with and how much they had paid her, it was a running total to her freedom, but Nanny also knew it might be the ‘clue’ as to where or what had happened to her friend. Nanny now moved silently on slippery socked feet down the walnut staircase and to the parlor where the little red accounts book was kept hidden in a small spring door niche in the fire place plaster mantle.

The little red book was there, Nanny Dew had almost been surprised by this, half expecting it to have been found by the police and destroyed. She flicked on her little key light and began to page through to the last of the ‘accounts’. Nanny was surprised by how many full pages there were, and by how many names she knew! There was even that cute boy she kind of liked in her Chem. class; ‘Mathew Macdonald hand job in park: thirty dollars.’ Some guy named Fred Rogers loved his anal; ‘Fred Rogers anal two hundred and fifty dollars.’ He was in here a dozen times! There were judges, cops, teachers, clerks, a priest, and several women including one named; ‘Sara Hayward pie: seventy dollars.’ Nanny didn’t know exactly what ‘pie’ meant but if it was in this book it must be something dealing with ‘sex’. Nanny quickly thumbed through the pages to the end praying she wouldn’t see her dad’s name or her mother’s for that matter, until she reached the last entry. ‘Football team; around the world gang bang: two thousand and five hundred dollars.’ What ever an around the world gang bang was, the two grand had put Leslie over the mark and had met her mortgage payment and her inheritance tax debt. With those erased away even on her weak librarian salary she could make due without much worry. Nanny looked over the date of the football team entry, it was several days before Leslie had disappeared, Nanny her self had seen Leslie during that time and she had been happier than she had ever seemed before. Nanny somehow didn’t think Leslie’s disappearance had anything to do with her paying off her debts. Her gut just seemed to be saying this was a dead end. Nanny carefully returned the little red book back to its hidden niche and sealed it back up.

‘Now what?’ Nanny Dew thought as she moved through the silent half dark house, keeping a careful eye out for the three security cameras that she knew about. ‘I can’t believe he paid her thirty dollars for a hand job! That putz!’ Nanny thought about how two years ago she had desperately tried to get on the cheerleading squad. She had the body for it and the face and she was nimble enough, but she lacked the popularity and the right kind of back ground. The squad was all rich girls who’s boyfriends all went to college and drove sports cars and they went away on skiing holidays and summer vacations in Europe. And Nanny just hated them, once she realized they would never let her be one of them which she had wanted so very, very badly. One day while she thought she still had a chance at joining the squad she had noticed how all the boys would drop their pencils in math class when the cheerleaders would wear their little skirt uniforms, so they could steal tinny peeks at their brightly colored under ware and on occasion maybe even a flash of narrow thin pinched white butt cheek. The cheerleaders ate this up to no end, either pretending not to notice at all or else rolling their eyes at one another and crossing their legs in over blown mock disgust, sort of depended on who was doing the peeking of course. In a rare moment of utter miss read of the situation Nanny had thought if she could show the other girls that boys wanted to look up her skirt too, that it would some how make her one of them. The next day Nanny had worn her short plaid school skirt and a skimpy pair of lace thong under ware that she had bought on line blowing her entire months spending budget! In math class she crossed her ankles like the cheerleaders did and spread her knees out wide. In twenty minutes even Mr. Henderson the math teacher had to stop his lecture at the sound of incessant pencils being dropped clattering about the room. The cheerleaders had hated her from that moment on, picking on her relentlessly in mocking inane put downs, she had never worn a short skirt any where after that and the little thong panties that had cost her so much and which she had stood mesmerized by in front of her bathroom door mirror for hours on end, she had thrown a way as soon as she got home. The boys had all sided with the cheerleaders naturally and had called her all kinds of terrible names most of which she had never heard of before, except for one boy, Mathew Macdonald and here he was paying Leslie thirty dollars to stroke his thingy for him! ‘I would have done it for half that,’ Nanny giggle to her self and felt a bit better. ‘But what was she really going to do now? If it hadn’t been any of the guys paying Leslie for sex who were responsible for her disappearance who did that leave?’

Nanny Dew found herself wandering the dark down stair corridors and even darker rooms with a frown wrinkling her pale perfect forehead. Despite her odd circumstance and eerie environment of shadow and silence she found her self beginning to absently ‘ice skate’ with her white slippery bobby socks across the varnished wood floors and polished marble halls, sliding and gliding along in short little arching strides that made her apprehensive hart smile against the growing ominous unease that was beginning to fasten it’s self to her nested doubts. She was seriously beginning to doubt herself and feel the depths about her, far over her head in the familiar once bright opulent house now transformed by night and her missing friend into an unwelcome repository of young fears and indecisions. The house it’s self once old grown young by Leslie’s presence seemed to now be an obsidian mirror of Nanny’s own transom state between youth and adulthood that both existed in egger energies and threatened in not so real or constant fearful surges of horrible omnivorous doubts. In the mezzanine of her mind, Nanny saw and felt the masked faces and drums of cannibal lords savagely ready to pounce from the shadow twisted carvings and masks adorning the trappings hanging upon the leering walls about her, and she found the sensations both strange and shot with a sudden awareness of the fact that she was sensing something that was ever constant in the humane perception but seldom fully sensed beyond the most youthful minds first pristine eye. New and old, youth and ageing, Nanny felt in the swirl of night fear and apprehension, the touch of immortal death standing sentinel behind an elaborate fabricade of paste board and wax. She felt the intangible as real and the real as smoke split in it’s skin by a motionless wind and devoured from the inside out, revealing all, and then… it was gone. Nanny was once again just a teenage girl sneaking around a large country estate that had over the past century had been engulfed by the once distant cities suburbs and all her perspectives telescoped and returned back to ‘normal’.

Nanny found her self standing in the door less portal to the large down stairs study turned exhibit room. It housed several important artifacts found by Leslie’s father and some by Leslie her self. There was a motion sensor trigged camera set squarely above the center of the door way that couldn’t be seen until you entered the room and turned back toward the hallway its self. Nanny knew about this and she paused under it and out of the cameras field of sensor or vision as her mind was suddenly captured and made blank by the sight of the large glass display case in the room over to her left. The display case was broken and shards of glass glinted in the half light of the room scattered about the carpet! Nanny caught herself before she had impulsively entered the room and trigged the sensor camera invisibility above her, and with a sudden idea returned back down the long shadowy hallway to a small door way on her right.

The small wood paneled door opened into a small downstairs study that Leslie sometimes used for reading in the window seat there in due to long ago personal memories but her father had obviously used it for a storage room for seasonal junk, such as Christmas decorations and what have you as in his last years he had centralized much of his life to the first floor alone and avoided the torturous mountains of stairs cascading about the house. Nanny knew that the junction box for the security system had been put into this room at the old man’s request and here she found the scarcely concealed wall panel above a cardboard box covered sofa and popped it open. Amidst the rather derelict dated relics of time fading from living memory the shinny new TV monitor screen and key pad seemed oddly intrusive and garishly out of place, but Nanny thought nothing of this and began to tease the keys and dead screen into life. Nanny had known one security code word, which she had learned not from Leslie directly but from the pile of papers lying in a pile upon the upstairs study desk that Leslie had taken out of the lock box she had inherited along with the house. The papers contained deeds etcetera and several notes upon the upkeep of the house and grounds including the security passwords for several of the houses more modern devices. Nanny had scanned through the papers without any real concern during one of her frequent visits with out any consideration or awareness of snooping where she shouldn’t be as only a self centered core world of a young teenage girl can provide. Even now as Nanny keyed in the only camera monitor password she had read in those pages, she thought nothing of the nosiness of her previous act and only at the sudden odd revaluation that the papers which had been lying out upon the desk next to the old lock box had, along with the lock box its self, disappeared. She now distinctly remembered they had not been upon the large desk up stairs when she had entered the room from out of the secret passage, she found that odd as tidiness and house keeping skills had not figured well into Leslie‘s existence and the pile of papers had lain there for several months untouched. Nanny typed in the word ‘Argus’ and waited for the screen to bring up the option menu.

From the little access screen Nanny wizard around for several minutes before she found what she was looking for, the playback of the study display room’s camera she had just abandoned. She had to skip around via the time log codes of the entered motion triggered camera log before she could clearly understand what had transpired in the room several nights ago. Weaving back and forth from images of police detectives and crime lab crews, Nanny found the image she had been looking for, there was Leslie time code five pm standing in the room her back to the camera in her bath robe looking at one of the items when a figure approached her from behind and assaulted her and drug her away out of the camera view. Nanny re-watched the image several times and checked all the other relevant logs she could find for that day and the proceeding day. There was nothing else, the camera system used a digital back up simple DVD recorder disk to save its image files. Obviously the police had called in the security company and they had removed the disk for the police as the system noted there was no longer any disk in its storage unit. The images she was accessing where from the monitoring unit it’s self and not from the missing back up disk, it would in time simply begin over writing its own image files as its collected space without the disk was rather small, the system was several years old and vastly out dated. Nanny closed the wooden panel which killed the access panel and quickly returned to the room she had been watching the play back for on the little TV screen. She now knew that the camera only covered the center and right side of the room and she cautiously slide sideways under the camera and into the room to her left, eyeing the motion sensor under the inert camera she noted it didn’t blink on and she moved more reassured into the room to her left.

There before her was the large glass case now with one side shattered that still held the sarcophagus of a middle kingdom mummy, but no longer the mummy it’s self. It had been the remains of a lesser prince of the golden age one of the sons of the heretic pharaoh that Leslie had found in her youth along side her father in the digs of the long abandoned desert city. The son had not ascended to the throne and other than historical value the remains had no real monetary worth, surely not compared to the several valuable relics crowding the room. The day and age in which one could freely remove a mummy and take it away with you were long past, but under the war years in which Leslie and her father had made their digs, that had not been the case. The independent wealth of the old man had greased a lot of wheels and he had amassed considerable artifacts for several prestigious museums and him self during his long career. Still, the open fallen away slab of carved and painted wooden cover was much more valuable than the desiccated remains of the missing mummy it’s self.

Nanny paused and closed her eyes and replayed back the images she had seen on the little TV screen in her mind and then replayed them projecting them upon the room with her eyes open. She now understood why her father and the rest of the police force had both taken the disappearance of her friend seriously and yet had taken such a lackadaisical attitude toward it as well. There was no mistaking the image the screen showed and thus there was only two opinions to be formed from the images there in, it was obvious to Nanny which one of the opinions her father and the police had taken and she couldn’t fault them in reaching that conclusion, but she felt that following it as well would not add anything to furthering the finding of Leslie and so she would take the other less ‘normal’ path as it were.

Nanny stood with wide eyes in the shadowy room and replayed the seen again with a wide open mind ready to accept what ever the facts would tell her. Leslie had been standing over there across the room looking at the item now on the floor, a small stone statue. When from this side of the room a green mist had arisen and shambling out of that mist the now missing mummy from the sarcophagus had slide up behind her and grabbed her. They had struggled briefly and the mummy had dragged Leslie out of camera range over there. Leslie was finishing up another book about the curses of various tombs of the ancient world, a rather sensationalistic work, but her current black balled state in the archeological profession and the recent increasing snide attacks upon her fathers own reputation hadn’t left her much prospects of reentering the academic world in any other fashion save as the talk show popular press paper back novelist. It was well known that now Leslie had met her financial problems and left them behind her, that she was excitedly returning to her manuscript and that several publishers where expressing interest. Nanny realized that the police had naturally concluded that the disappearance was a staged hoax in order to drum up further sensational public interest in this proposed work. And while they would take the matter very seriously, they also weren’t about to be made use of in such a manner. This coupled with Leslie’s previous manner in which she had met her bills no doubt had made the investigation procedure cobbled to say the least. There was a sense of ‘waiting’ in the official end of the thing and a dread sense for Nanny that the police were more interested in keeping the whole matter as quiet as possible with the idea that Leslie was the criminal here in staging her own disappearance, but holding the cards of her previous liaisons with the various married males of the immediate area as a trump card in the matter. Nanny couldn’t rule any of that out but it didn’t feel right to her, it certainly didn’t fit the character of Professor Leslie Letchmore as she had come to know her, She decided she would look at the matter as Leslie being the victim here and not the criminal and go from there until facts proved her wrong.

The first thing Nanny noted was that everything seemed wrong between the images on the TV screen and the room she now was standing in. The more she replayed the cameras recorded scene on top of the room as she now found it, the more little things began to nag at her. The glass seemed wrong, and Nanny searched about her to see if she could fathom out why it bothered her so. Nanny moved behind the case so she could get a better over view of the room. The case had not been intended nor made to store Leslie’s find but had at one time housed a large chariot and charioteer found by Leslies father and donated after his death to an important museum along with several other of his prized relics. Leslie had kept her mummy and several of her other personal pieces with her at the University she taught at, and had taken them with her when she had been forced to resign. She had placed the sarcophagus into the empty ready made display case once she had returned home. As such the case was tall enough to stand upright in and twice the length of the carved mummy case. It had a glass panel on one end that functioned as a door, and it was this panel of glass that had been broken and smashed presumably by the avenging mummy, Humpontop. But Nanny found this premises odd, in that the smashed pane of glass was not in direct line with where Leslie had been standing, why smash the end door panel and walk around to attack Leslie instead of breaking the large side panel and heading straight toward her? And why hadn’t Leslie turned around once the glass had been smashed, it must have made considerable noise? Yet she had not reacted at all. If the glass had been smashed before hand, before Leslie entered the room, then she would have noticed it as instantly as Nanny had, and not went over and picked up a small statue and begin studying it so intently. The glass it’s self seemed odd, it was broken into the expected jagged little pieces one would expect from smashing a large pane of glass but several large pieces had very smooth rounded edges as if they had been cut. The case was kept locked by a simple key lock, but it had been embedded in the glass and it could be ‘sliced’ out with a glass cutter, but why cut away the lock only to then smash the entire panel?

Inside the case Nanny found nothing out of the ordinary just the empty sarcophagus and bits of broken glass. She avoided going over to where Leslie had been standing so as not to trigger on the camera. Instead she exited the room as she had entered it and stood in its door way with one hand on her jutting hip the other tugging her lower lip as she held her long blonde pony tail hair under her nose and pursed upper lip as she smelled her hair and chewed on a few golden strands of it; this is what Nanny always did when she was deeply pondering something. As she stood sliding one socked foot out from her and them pulling it back with an absent whirl of her full round hip, Nanny suddenly realized that once the mummy had stepped off the carpet and grabbed Leslie it would have been struggling with her on the polished wood floor in its own ‘stocking feet’. Leslie should have been able to struggled more efficiently than she had in her own bare feet compared with the cloth wrapped feet of the mummy, but she hadn’t. The mummy must have dragged her back out of the room and into this very hallway, which was a polished marble. It was hard to say where the two figures had actually gone, as the room had rapidly filled with green mist and the two struggling figures had slipped out of the cameras line of sight. But there was only one way out of the room, so it must have dragged Leslie into the hallway, but then where? Or had it come out of the room this way? Nanny, unlike the police, knew that the whole house was riddled with secret passage ways, per haps there was one leading and exiting form that room as well? Such a passage would surly be difficult to find, but Nanny did have a few things going in her favor, first she had some experience with the houses secret doorways and knew what to look for and second she could easily reason that if the two figures had not gone out through the door way to the hallway she now stood in, then they must have gone through a secret passage just out of the cameras angle of view to the right of the door way or else they would have been seen by the camera.

The builders of the house in the middle 1800’s had favored a simple press spring release latch system and Nanny was ecstatically surprised when she found a simple wall medallion decoration a foot off the floor with the same center press stud just like the one she used in the upstairs study to open its secret panel. With a small click the section of burnished wall popped loose and Nanny confidently entered the aperture before her. Nanny was relieved the supernatural aspects that she had instantly dismissed where rapidly falling away to the more common place concrete real one of flesh and blood. The creepy house had played havoc with her imagination and she was thrilled to beginning to feel some more firmer footing, at least in the metamorphic sense as the passage way she entered was surprisingly sheeted in tin and her feet splayed in little rapid circles as she carefully closed the passage doorway before keying her light less the light reflect off any of the broken glass upon the floor without and some how chance the motion sensor coming on. With her little key light on Nanny Dew could clearly see the long winding hall way had been covered with slippery tin sheets nailed in place, this was odd as the other passage ways had been simple rough shod wooden floors running behind the plaster and lathe wall studs. Why was this one so different? She quickly searched the floor and walls about her, but where the dusty floors of the passages she was use to would have easily shown passages of others before her, this tin hall way revealed nothing at all. At least the initial direction was not hard to fathom out, behind her the tin hall way deadened rapidly at the stone casing of the rooms large central fire place, she had only one direction in which to go and she carefully began stepping and slipping along the hallways twisting length. In places the tin hall broke in abrupt angles and turned obviously avoiding some element jutting inward from a hallway or room that was being invisibly passed. Nanny began to grow slightly uneasy at the lack of further openings along the tunnels course. It just wound on seemingly unattached to any other room or architectural feature of the house it gutted through. Then abruptly, it stopped. At a dead end, there was no visible opening of hatch way or door or anything. Nanny puzzled then panicked for a second before reasoning that she had some how passed the other secret doorway along the way, or that maybe the whole thing was actually some sort of secret storage space for illegal items. The Letchmore history was not with out its seamier side. But Nanny stopped her self from repeating her trail back and reasoned that no one would build a passage a foot further than it absolutely had to go, not a foot shorter than it needed to go, and proceeded to look for the secret latch she was certain she would find. Which she ultimately did find, it was nothing more than one of the nail heads hammered into the sheet metal edges, a press on it and the floor swung open a hidden hatch. This would have been a stellar moment of pride for Nanny Dew if she wasn’t actually standing upon the trap door hatch as it fell open. Nanny fell, just managing to grab the edge of the tin lip of the instantly exposed shaft. She clung there her slippery feet dancing on the tin wall beneath her. It took several grunting sweating minutes before she struggled to pull her self out of the trap, the tin surface offering no hold what so ever. When finally Nanny succeeded in dragging her self panting into a sitting position next to the opening she recovered her dropped key light and cast its beam down into the pit before her. There were rungs fastened into the other side of the descending shafts wall which had been behind her as she had fallen. The entrance had been obviously designed to harm the unwary as it could be opened safely only by standing on the last safe tin floor panel and reaching awkwardly to the selected nail head switch. Leaning out over where the floor would then fall away and then safely descending by stepping around to the rungs which was far out of reach of the opening switch. ‘Rather diabolical’, Nanny glared at the layout of the device and righted her self and moved around to where she could reach the rungs. Her light revealed no visible bottom to the shaft and she shuddered despite her self.

It was as she was peering down into the shaft that Nanny Dew realized both her blouses strained pearl buttoned breast pocket buttons had been torn off in her struggle to pull her self over the tin lip of the pit. She looked around the floor for the buttons but could find nothing, ‘they must have fallen down into the shaft not that finding them would do her much good any way. She had no way to reattach them to her blouse at the given moment.’ She shrugged, already her swollen puffy nipples where wedging their way out of the split open pocket tops, the near death experience had her blood pumping even more, and with grim perseverance she simply readjusted her blouse with a few firm tugs so as to let her nipples join her areolas in breathing the muggy stale air of the tin hallway. It was doubtful she was going to run into anyone hereabouts and she definitely preferred having her ever sensitive nipples free from restrictive bonds as often as possible. Unfortunately the squeezed state of her nipples now free to swell through the openings in her blouse sent heady waves of arousal through out her body that Nanny Dew misconstrued and welcomed as a shot of confidence and reassurance, but in fact was a sexual twinge of lust that was narrowing her perception rather than increasing it. Nanny rubbed her palm over her excited nipples and they leapt forward swelling out of her pocket tops several inches nosing the air hungrily. Nanny tweaked them and her clitoris swelled and began to answer in echo her pulsing breasts, a small trickle of clear fluid began to seep in steady warmth down Nanny’s legs. Her fear and apprehension vanished the panting girl swung her re-strengthened legs out over the void and set her certain foot and uncertain sock upon the first rung. In a moment she was gone, a little dancing light receding far below.

The descent down the shaft was long and fretful as her slippery socks lost their purchase a time or two but the exertions fed her growing sexual pulsing of her pocket squeezed nipples and Nanny Dew stepped off the last rung of the ladder full of vigor and confidence as she hadn’t yet felt in her entire life! She noted that at some point the tin walls of the shaft had given way to rough stone rudely quarried and she wasn’t at all surprised to find her self at the bottom of the long descent no longer in the structure of the house but in the obvious confines of a large cavern of rock walls both natural and hewn by workers long dead. She noted with some apprehension that a thin green mist covered the floor in looping swirling curls that rose and fell back upon its self, and seemed to cling coldly to her knees.

The cavern stretched out its irregular intestinal track both before and behind her and Nanny not wishing to pause, her head full of a sense of power and thrilling joy she had never experienced before set out at once in the direction her little light pointed, her one hand holding the little light in front of her while her other hand began to tweak and rub at her still expanding nipples and puffed areolas the constant drunken rush it fed her was beyond anything she had ever known and like a priest waving a charm and prayer to dispel the dark so too Nanny Dew fed deep on this addictive sugar so sweet and empowering to her. She almost stumbled when her blind feet reached the point where the rough cave floor gave way to flagstone and the craggy wall was superceded by irregular brick stone work. The natural passage had been ‘civilized’ here, complete with a string of naked bulbs that hung from old brown feathery black electric wire that was tacked in long swooping coils to the flat ceiling. The wire was old but the bulbs were obviously new and the whole long sooty vine was on and the light it threw upon the hallway made Nanny’s small key light superfluous, so she turned it off and let it dangle from her wrist by its small beaded chain. Her hand thus free slowly began to join its mate in the kneading of Nanny Dew’s now fully swollen nipples which distended jutting out from her shirt as if two over sized baby bottle nipple tops had been glued to Nanny’s blouse pockets. Nanny no longer realized she was tugging at her nipples, nor that her open panting mouth was trickling out a steady stream of drool out of its corner only to be out done by the sleek liquid now covering her upper thighs. Nanny was lost in a red rimmed vision of the strange world around her as if she were walking in a dream or was weaving about suddenly drunk at a party she couldn’t remember arriving at. She had never before felt nor triggered this state of being she now found her self so precariously in, and was helpless to understand or navigate through it. The best Nanny’s conscious mind could do was to absently ponder if she had stumbled into some kind of ‘gas’ trap and if she was being slowly poisoned. ‘The green mist!’ It was far from the more complex truth of Nanny opening a door of discovery into her self and abilities that had simply not been there before, but it was enough to set her hand to one of the door handles that seemed to have suddenly lined the hallway walls and enter in to it after a few crashing thuds against its stubborn refusal to budge. She quickly shut the door behind her to ‘lock out the gas’ and the action tore her hands from her red bud nipples long enough to simmer down the rapidly approaching orgasm that had been threatening to engulf her. There in the simmering thrall of the cresting wave of the denied orgasm, Nanny suddenly found the fearful but needful pursuing orgasm had left her feeling oddly powerful and a strange clarity of the senses began to rise up out of the mist of her plateaued lust. She glanced down at the door she was leaning against and noticed its steel frame had been buckled, its heavy lock mangled. She had done that!

Nanny moved away from the door, only to find in slamming it shut behind her, she had caught her skirt between the door and its slightly buckled frame. She tugged at the handle but the door was now hopelessly fused into its wedged state. The handle snapped off in her hand, her skirt still trapped. Nanny looked at the useless handle in her hand and then let it drop to the floor. There was noting for it now, she carefully tore her skirt lose from the stuck door. It came away in tatters, leaving her a ragged sarong running in a right angle from waist band to hip and leaving her the choice of covering her butt and leaving her moist glistening pussy exposed to the world or turning the skirt around and barely covering her crotch but leaving her entire ass on public view, or leaving it as it was so it ran across her front and back leaving both half exposed and half covered. In the end she left it as it was as she was still simply too shocked that she had somehow managed to force open a metal door that had obviously been locked with her bare hands!

Some how for a brief moment, Nanny Dew had come to possess incredible strength. How? The room was dimly lit by the same string of naked bulbs that seemed to branch along the ceiling entering and exiting rooms via bore holes along the upper walls. The room was of average size and contained some crude pieces of furniture, namely a few chairs, some crates and gunny sacks, and a large table with news papers and junk food trash wrappers sitting on it. Nanny ignored all of this and moved over to a large crate full of odds and ends and quickly tried to lift it up. It rose up in her hands unsteadily and after a few moments grew too heavy for her to handle and she had to let it drop. The great strength she had felt was rapidly fading, it would take Nanny some time to realize it was the result of her bring her self to the brink of a nipple induced orgasm and then stepping away from the cusp of it and controlling the new hormonal surge she had awoken for the first time in her life. For now she simply thought it to be some result of the mysterious ‘gas’ she had been certain was poisoning her in the hallway, and that its odd effects had passed with its dangerous escape.

Nanny looked about her and seeing another door, tried it and to her relief found it lead into another room with several doors and a hallway beyond. Relived she wasn’t trapped in the immediate sense, she returned to the first room which alone seemed to contain any thing at all and began to search the table and its wrappers and papers for further clues. She had to admit to her self that things weren’t looking very promising for her friend Leslie’s innocence in the matter. As far as Nanny could tell, the small observations she had thus far made seemed to suggest that Leslie had to have been in on her own abduction from the start. Not reacting to the breaking glass, or if it was already broken, ignoring it and entering the room when it would have been impossible not to have seen the broken case and its shards scattered about the carpet. Not struggling much or seeming to notice the green fog as it swirled around her, or seeming to notice the approach of the mummy which must have made some noise as it crossed over the broken glass, or cast its reflection upon the various mirrored surfaces in front of Leslie. But then, why would Leslie need to use some kind of glass cutter or other device to cut the lock away from the display case? She had the key to it naturally, no some bits didn’t make sense, for example Nanny remained very puzzled by the whole staged presentation of Leslie entering the room, triggering the motion camera on, going straight to the far exhibit in the cameras center of field and then picking up and so intently scrutinizing that small stone carved statue. Nanny had her self viewed the statue upon a previous visit with Leslie acting as tour guide. It was a small blue stone carving of a cat, not exceptionally well done, but several thousand years old, and the enamel painting had been chipping. At the time Leslie had made them both put on white cotton gloves before handling the item, but in the video she simply went up to the small statue and removed it from its case and held it bare handed. Also Leslie was left handed and in the video she was holding the statue in her right hand, odd to hold such a precious artifact in the hand one is not most agile with? No, Nanny still believed that Leslie was still some how the innocent victim here, but she also didn’t believe that a three thousand year old withered corpse had sprung to life and kidnapped her! There was something else here, and Nanny Dew continued to search for it, as she did with her masked face in a frowning pout, she once again failed to notice the way her ‘s’ curved body seemed to snake at the air. Her proud hips lightly rolling in place, grinding her ultra sensitive genital at the murky dusk of the room as her full encouraged nipples continued to strain upon her quivering breasts. The receding dormant lust began to slowly approach again as both sets of Nanny’s lips slowly began to part and dribble in hot moist desire.

The news papers on the table where interesting, in that they were several months old and weren’t local but from the city and time period where Leslie had been expelled from her teaching post at Wellborne University. The candy wrappers spoke of recent occupants but she couldn’t tell if those had been hours, days, or even weeks ago? Nanny skimmed through the papers, that they had been so obviously saved meant that they held something of value to who ever had taken the pains to keep them here, Leslie? Why would she care about the gossipy trash concerning her own embarrassing down fall? Besides several of the news papers proceeded her public humiliation of purple prose scandal recorded for prosperity as ‘Letchmore’s Harem’, and in fact didn’t mention her at all. Nanny tried to find some connection between Leslie and the papers that failed to name her, the best she could come up with was a robbery that had taken place during the universities hosting of some precious artifacts and gems that Leslies own prestige had brought to the campus. Several rare and precious jewels had been taken, but most had quickly been recovered shortly there after as the crooks had tried to unsuccessfully fence the tale tell items rather clumsily. They were now in prison and the stolen items returned, but some still remained unaccounted for and the authorities believed despite the crooks disagreements to the contrary, that the bumbling goons had the gems hidden elsewhere and where waiting their eventual release to try and reclaim them, the police in turn would be waiting as well. It would be many years before any of them would have that opportunity, and Nanny couldn’t work out a way in which those men could have anything to do with Leslies recent disappearance.

In fact Nanny Dew was beginning to hope she would simply stumble across the missing Leslie tied to a chair or locked in a room down here, because she was finding the whole matter becoming some what ‘fuzzy’ in her slightly warmly distracted mind. Nanny caught her self pinching her nipple and reluctantly willed her hand a way, and left the room. Before she had gone a half dozen steps her nagging hand was back at her breast toying and teasing but Nanny failed to notice this and meandered about the baker dozen of rooms she found. None of the others had been locked, and though she found the signs of additional occupation here and there, obviously any real tell tale items had been quickly if not carefully removed. It was in the last room at the end of the ‘y’ shaped hall way that Nanny had stumbled upon a most unexpected and horrific sight. Here, in the only other room to be ‘furnished’, Nanny had opened the door to find a figure lying on the central table in the room covered with a white shroud. The room also contained more of the green mist, this time in a much more concentrate form, it rose up to her hips in long dancing tendrils. With her hart in her throat and tears threatening her eyes, Nanny had pulled the shroud away, no to reveal Leslie as she had feared, but to reveal the corpse of the missing mummy Humpontop!

The mummy was not in good shape. In fact it appeared to have been rudely mangled and roughly handled. There were knives and a small hand saw upon the table but Nanny couldn’t see any where were they had been used upon the ancient corpse. She carefully turned the mummy over and found the back side of the cadaver had been hacked into by the tools lying upon the table, but why? Had it been alive? Animated some way? Had something been removed from it? Nanny replaced the shroud, this was very strange. The only other exit from the room was a stair case carved in stone covered by heavy leather curtain hanging from a large iron pole bolted into the wall. With nothing else left to investigate, and her wrist watch confirming her fear that it was rapidly approaching nine pm! Nanny Dew saw no other option than trying to follow this new passage way at least a short distance. Soon she would have to return back to the Letchmore house where she would have to ‘barrow’ some of Leslie’s clothes to replace her own destroyed wardrobe, but she was having serious doubts she would catch the nine pm bus. Mr. Fletcher usually drove her home around eleven thirty, and her father was on the night shift working on a robbery of a department store in the nearby Garden State Park district and wouldn’t be home until five am or maybe even latter. But if she missed the last buss at nine pm, getting back home several miles away from here would not be an easy task even if she wouldn’t be missed for several more hours. Still there was no sane way she was going to make that bus now and the lead she had uncovered seemed worth the risk of a grounding from her father. Nanny decided to see it through and pushed forward up the stone steps. Unobserved behind her the green mist seemed to struggle up the stairs in pursuit of her but collapsed back unable to muster enough substance to crawl up the jagged stone steps.

CHAPTER THREE

She needed her little key light now, as the vine of lights ended at the last room, and the stone steps themselves ended shortly after that, giving way to old crudely hewn wooden slabs of wood pinned into the irregular passage way at intervals where the stone facing cracked or fell way, but over all, the slanting well in the rock was moving up wards in seemingly random jaunts and that greatly reassured Nanny Dew as she was tired of being ‘under’ the old house and whished to be back up on the main floor or even the gosh darn basement for that matter!

And that is where the abrupt stone faced secret door opened and dropped her off, the basement! Nanny peered about her at canning jars full of preserves and cob webbed shelves and piles of junk, but rather than being eerie and frightening she found them refreshingly ‘homey’ after the turn down in the twisting underground congested passages. Making sure she was alone in the basement room, she slowly closed the stone secret door it snapped closed with an audible click, and frowning Nanny immediately tried to open it again, but it had obviously locked its self and she couldn’t seem to find any kind of release mechanism any where near by. ‘Oh well, it didn’t really matter.’ she reasoned as she could see the stair case leading out of the cramped basement just ahead of her and several glass basement well windows she could open and crawl through to the out side if the door proved stubbornly bolted. She was just glad to be out of that place and back up in the land of the living the experiences down there had been decidedly surreal and that last bit with the mummy had really shaken her for a moment.

Well, one thing was certain, the mummy hadn’t kidnapped Leslie, it was decidedly dead as a three thousand year old door nail lying on a wooden slab some where below her could be, but then that meant that another party had been involved. For some reason Nanny hadn’t really concentrated on the notion of who the mummy was, if it wasn’t really the mummy after all? This suddenly brought an elation to Nanny as she was even more certain that Leslie couldn’t be in on her own abduction, in that other than Nanny, she had no friends to speak of! Who could she have gotten to dress up as the mummy and act out this charade with her? Nanny could think of no one plausible, surly then Leslie had been abducted against her will!

The door to the first floor at the top of the basement stairs was indeed locked, which caused Nanny to pout, ‘who on earth locks their basement door?’ But Nanny was too busy in following her various speculations to ponder this any further and simply made her way back down the steps to one of the basement well windows and noting she could easily fit through it, unlatched it and pulling her self up on an old plastic rocking horse did just that, squeezing through the window lost in thoughts and closing the window behind her as it clicked shut, its spring latch falling back into place.

The problem Nanny had was, why would any one want to kidnap Leslie Letchmore, and why on earth would they go to such an elaborate hoax to make it look like a mummy had done it, which obviously no one on earth would ever for a second believe!? Nanny brushed the dirt off her hands and knees and set out to walk around the side of the Letchmore house and re-enter the building from the hidden entrance in the family plot of graves in back when several sudden observations occurred to the distracted Nanny Dew almost simultaneously.

The first of these was her amazement at how enormous her nipples were, they had simply NEVER been this large and swollen before! True they were still being deliciously squeezed through her shirt pockets top but! Nanny tried to push the nipples back through the holes of her shirt or pull the shirt slits back up over her swollen nipples, but it was no use the almost purple red nipples doughy hard flesh was caught firmly in place, she would have to cut the slits wider when she got back to the study. Ugh! Wonderful her shirt would be as ruined as her skirt, what a night!

Speaking of her skirt or what little was left of it, she now decided to try and address this issue before venturing further, unable to really compromise between baring all her front, or all her back side, or half baring both, she decided on trying to cover both of her lower regions by wiggling the skirt around so the triangular flap hung down across her firm round ass cheeks, the adjustment tugged at her shirt tails and thus at her blouse and nipples and the delicious sensations quickly had her panting and her knees feeling watery. Reaching between her glistening thighs Nanny Dew now grabbed the small swatch of school skirt and pulled it between her legs, fastening it secularly in place by tucking it into her skits waist band. The result was mixed, there wasn’t really enough cloth to effectively act as a complete bottom and so the small patch of fabric quickly camel toed deeply into Nanny Dew’s moist cleft of soft downy flesh. The tucked in fabric increased the pull of the blouse at her nipples squeezing apertures and with her first stride Nanny felt her entire world spin deliciously around her as seemingly endless multiple sensations of bliss tugged and pulled at her sensual awareness. The clothing she now wore seemed to stimulate both her nipples and her clitoris with ever step sending mesmerizing shock waves exploding through out her body and mind. The little strip of cloth drawn so firmly between her legs was soon soaked with her rising tides of fluids and her engorged blood dark nipples seemed to prowl impossibly forward in lifted prayers to the heavens. The only coherent thought Nanny could manage as wave after wave of near orgasm swam warmly over her was, ‘why on earth had she never thought of dressing like this before!?’

The next thing Nanny Dew noted and it snapped her out of the edge of orgasm was the loud growling and then barking of a dog that appeared out of now where right next to her in the night shadows! ‘Where the heck had a dog come from!?’ She angrily wondered, as her orgasm was unceremoniously snatched away from her again. She leapt way from the animal and began to run. Running proved good, very good, her new improved baby sitting costume made such rapid large full limb movements wonderfully stimulating and she ran with her mouth caught open jawed between a sneer and a wide grin of over whelming pleasure. The dog was left behind in several bonding strides, as it turned out to be fastened to its dog house by a thick chain.

It was at this moment that Nanny Dew realized she was no longer on the Letchmore estate, she was in fact several blocks away! The house she had just exited turned out to be a small summer rental cottage currently empty that the owner had attached a guard dog to the front porch in order to keep the kids from breaking in and using the place for sexual rendezvous which apparently had become something of a problem of late with many of the empty rental properties.

Nanny paused to catch her breath only to realize she wasn’t out of breath, yet once again she had seemed to have a sudden burst of incredible power that had allowed her to move at incredible speeds and escape that lunging dog. She was duly amazed by this but also concerned that she had stopped in the middle of a well light residential street with only the scantiest of clothing covering her body. Then she remembered the mask she was wearing and her apprehension lowered a bit as she finished crossing the street in several athletic bounds and slipped into the shadows behind a parked car. The movements once again sent shivers of pleasure through her body and she gasped as they threatened to over whelm her as she peered about to see if anyone was going to answer the barking dog. No one did and soon the dog fell moodily silent. Nanny now began to make some connection between her state of sexual arousal and her sudden burst of incredible powers. Carefully Nanny leaned down and gripped the under side of the car she was hiding behind and tried to lift it, it wouldn’t budge. She leaned forward and began to rub her nipples against the shinny car door as she continued to try and lift the vehicle off the ground. The tinny cloth between her legs bit in deeply against her clitoris and her ass began to quiver and pump with the building sensations. Her nipples swelled even larger becoming the size of large thumbs as she savagely rubbed them against the cars metal surface, there was a delicious wet pop in the core of her being and Nanny’s head fell back as her mouth opened and her tongue lolled out as the orgasm hit her. She dimly felt the wet spray jet down her thighs, and then felt it increasingly as wave after pulsing wave soared and splattered down her legs. Nanny blinked and staggered about on her rubbery knees, before her in the street the car she had been trying to lift lay upside down on its roof, She had flipped it twenty feet through the air, at the moment of climaxing! She began to laugh and then fell to her butt on the side walk almost too drained to sit up right. ‘It was the cumming alright. No denying it.’ Somehow something had happened to her this very night and when ever she approached a climax she had a momentary surge of power, ‘if only she could some how prolong the orgasm and thus her power?’

Suddenly Nanny realized she had committed a rather shameless act of vandalizing and panicked vaulted her self up on wobbly legs and proceeded to put some distance between her and the unintentional act of vagrancy she had just committed.

Nanny jogged an easy distance the pinching and rubbing of her out fit quickly reviving her wet lust and thus her feeling of power and confidence. She had instinctively headed away from the street lights and thus had ran down away from the direction of the Letchmore estates and into the more sparsely populated suburbs in the opposite direction. A bit confused she continued to jog on, sprinting if she saw a car approaching or saw figures sitting on their porch or walking along the street. Confident in her mask and speed against anyone recognizing her. When finally she did stop, Nanny realized she was only a mile from her own house, and switching to the alleyways she sprinted and sneaked the rest of the way home with little incident, her increased powers humming on the sexual taunting her suit gave her and its occasional spurts of much needed orgasms. Once home she changed from her cum soaked clothes, cutting them in the end from her body and disposing of them into the trash and wearing blue jeans, a t-shirt, sneakers and a leather jacket, mounted her moped and whisked back out to the Hayward house hold where she retrieved her book bag from the tree house and raced back home again. She parked her moped and went up stairs completely drained and exhausted and collapsed into her thick comforter blue bunny covered bed glancing at the clock which read 3 am. She had left a pair of shoes hidden inside the secret door of the Letchmore study, used up a tank of gas in her moped, and lost that twenty dollar bill with most of her skirt in the metal door, and most importantly Nanny Dew had lost the track she had been following, but even a teenage girl needs to rest and recover form so many orgasms and Nanny Dew collapsed into a deep, deep sleep, telling her reluctant self that tomorrow she would figure it all out. The silk red ribbon mask she had worn, firmly tucked under her pillow where her little blonde head dreamt of her nipples and wet gushing cunt for the first time in her life without embarrassment but instead with great wondrous rapture.

CHAPTER FOUR

It was auburn dusk after a very busy day that Nanny Dew found her self once again before the same small rental cottage she had been chased away from by the guard dog the night before. The dog it turned out was a mall shaggy terrier and two neighbor children were playing with it amidst loud yelps and laughs. The car Nanny had left upside down in the middle of the road was gone, leaving no sign of it ever having been there. Some how its utter banishment made Nanny feel worse about it, even as it fed into her female minds natural state to dismiss it as her responsibility. It had been an accident, now it was gone, taken care of, maybe it had never even happened. Her own moped with a full tank of gas was parked and chain locked in the bike rack of a local small school she had never seen before just a block away. Most of the houses around here were new on the other side of the small bridge, the last time she had really been over here, discounting last night, all of that had been farm land, now it was an endless maze of duplexes and mini-marts.

The little stone bridge was now on her left, it passed over a muddy trickle of a culvert that wound down to the invisible lake some where ahead of her. A band of trees went with it and behind the rental house she was now watching the kids and dog playing in front of, they thickened into a mall green mottled forest with paths that meandered down to the lake and webbed with each other connecting to the back gates of several houses such as this one and the Letchmore estate several blocks to her right.

Nanny decided to make use of these trees now, despite the threat of ticks and mosquitoes and made her way as casually as she could manage around back behind the rental house. There she emerged from the bank of foliage and approached the rear of the house. It was well screened from its nearest house by a half rotted privacy fence and piles of junk, the delicious smells of a Barbeque whiffed over the fence, and mingled with the excited cries of the happy children and dog from the front yard, and her own less happy growls of her unfed stomach.

‘The yard needs cut,’ Nanny surly remarked to her self as her shoe toes caught again and again in the long swirled sward. She always got cranky when she missed a meal, and that day she had missed three! But she was certain that she was very close to solving this baffling case. She had awoken late that day, to a freshened full vigorous state of energies she had never felt before, and a bed sopping wet with cum. All night long she had dreamt of heroic powerful battles that somehow always ended up in some, err, intense sexual situations, and in the morning she found her bed had paid the inevitable price. That had added a load of laundry to her usual Saturday chores, but it had also let her try out if any of the things she had experienced last night had been real.

Being very careful, as her father was still sleeping before his next stint on the night shift, Nanny had loaded the washing machine too full on purpose and set the cycle to ‘spin’. Carefully lifting up her bath robe and straddling her legs, Nanny set her labia firmly against the machines cold metal rounded corner. The cool slightly textured wedge parted her butt cheeks and nestled against her delicious crack. She wiggled her waist around until she felt the warm pressing flush turn into a liquid squiggle of slippery pressure. Then she slipped the belt of her bath robe into her mouth were she firmly bit down on the powder blue soft terry cloth, her breath catching with anticipation, she reached back behind her and turned the machine ‘on’. The machine exploded into life, leaping about, pulsing, vibrating, thundering in agitated gyrations, Nanny struggled to match its every move, while fighting for balance and breath. She blew hot deep gusts out of her red nose as her neck muscles strained and she found her self leaning bent over forward striving for purchase to drive her throbbing hips back into the machines fish tailing thwacks! It wasn’t until the seventh splattering orgasm that Nanny Dew remembered the point of her experiment and she reached down between her wide splayed wet pumping legs and picked up the fire place poker she had brought with her from the living room. Grasping it in both hands she easily tied it into a knot of pretzels and finally in a spinning purple fog devoid of reason, the machine ended its cycle and Nanny paused then collapsed onto the floor panting heavily her mouth full of little blue strings of cloth.

It had taken two trips with the mop bucket to clean up the tile floor of the washing room, and several minutes with the tooth brush to get all the blue fuzz off her tongue, but all in all, Nanny declared the experiment a wonderful blushing success. Somehow, in some strange way, she, little Miss Nobody had inherited super powers! That they apparently could only be trigged by or only lasted as long as she was at or near the moment of orgasm really didn’t matter to her, in the same way that Orville and Wilbur Wright didn’t see 14’ & 13’’ as some how NOT being really all that miraculous in the immediacy of the moment. ‘I fucking flew dude!’ Leave qualms to the jealous and the damned.

Nanny Dew left the house that day rushing to catch the buss, tossing the ruined fire poker into the neighbors trash, with two very clear thoughts in her mind firmly established beyond any shadow of a doubt! One, was that Professor Leslie Letchmore had indeed been kidnapped against her will. And two, that cumming first thing in the morning was like a million times better than coffee! She had never felt so wonderfully alive before!

The first more telling point was based upon certain scraps of surreal dream images that Nanny recollected as she finished up her chores around the house and helped her in turn to set up an itinerary for the rest of the day. The second was more euphorically and physically self contained and would simply in one form or another go on to be Nanny Dew’s ritual of choice for every morning from then on, much to the coffee growers distress for years to ‘cum.’

Nanny had used her connections through her dad to get some round about hints as to who had last rented the little cottage, and then some further brownie points to find out something about its past ownership. After City Hall she had hit the Archives and then the local city newspapers ‘morgue’ where they kept back issues of the paper and its parent news papers on computer disks and even some old micro fiche. Then it was to the Public Library so she wouldn’t be caught in a lie as she had told her father she had to go their to study and so that she did for a few hours, but what she studied was several books on Egyptian history and not exactly school related either. Then she had emptied out a lot of her savings account and gone shopping. Something she rarely ever did, and caught the bus home with her bundles of books and bags and collapsed in front of her mother’s old sewing machine doing some much needed alterations to several of her purchases. Then she had gone out to the garage and completed some more alterations, and then she had pushed her moped four blocks and filled the gas tank and driven it out under a setting sun driving past the little rental house and finding the school bike rack just a block beyond the small stone bridge.

This brought Nanny Dew to her current situation, stomach grumbling and face scowling at the shut up tight and locked back of the house. She walked off the back porch with its cluttered sacks of empty beer bottles and soggy pizza boxes. It was obvious that the owner had not been able to clean up after the last of the ending seasons summer vacationers before the unexpected last renters had offered to rent it at twice the rate for the last three weeks. Nanny paused and looked over the piles of trash bags, this was obviously the refuse of the several young kids who had rented the house for the summer, where was the trash from the last occupants? Nanny saw the weed over grown rock and cement barbeque pit standing in the back yard woefully devoid of food and with a forlorn sagging clothes line dangling off one up raised stone buttressed corner. She moved to it through the long grass tangles and found the ash pit underneath had indeed been used to burn garbage, much against city ordnances! Mostly papers had been burned beyond recognition, but there was also photos and scraps of receipts, but they as well had been charred into black globs. Still Nanny picked up a stick and began to rake through the rubbish for anything that might be a clue. Considering the piles of trash on the back porch she was certain that the college kids had bothered to burn any rubbish. She knew that the renters had to pay extra for any trash exceeding two garbage bags a week and it wasn’t uncommon for owners to find piles of trash bags tossed into the back yard or left inside the house once the renters left after their partying summer vacation. These items burned in the pit had been done so recently, the ashes had not been rained on yet and it had poured rain just six days ago. The last renters still had a week on their cash paid lease but Nanny Dew doubted they would ever be back to this place. They had asked to be left entirely alone and had even paid extra for the inconvenience this would cause the owner who needed to get the little house ready for the coming fall and winter. Writers, they had claimed to be a couple of writers, not an uncommon occurrence around the lakes rental cottages.

Nanny knew who they were, they had made no attempt to hide their identity. Mrs. Sally Sponger and Mr. Alistair Bentphorks. Sally was indeed a writer, she had been an assistant under grad at Wellborne College working along side Professor Letchmore and had helped write several papers with her, and after Leslie’s disgrace and round about dismissal Sally had gone on to eventually replace Letchmore. Alistair was Sally’s boy friend and another undergrad from the archeology department. Nanny had suggested to Leslie once that Sally may have been the one who had started the vicious rumors about Leslie that that cost her teaching position using the police logic of ‘those that benefit from a crime are oft those that predated the crime,’ but Leslie had soured at once at this, as Sally had been the only one who had remained friends with her after the scandal broke and in fact had kept insisting to continue helping her with research on Leslies new book on ancient burial tomb curses. Nanny had instinctively dropped it but she had noted that Leslie had constantly turned down Sally’s offer to ‘drive over and lend her a hand with the book.’

The twig caught upon a clump in the ash and with some prodding out came a rolled up news paper wrapped around some lumpy objects. The fire had damaged much of the paper but the tightness of the bundle had not allowed the fire to burn evenly into it. Nanny Dew carefully pealed the wad open. Inside the bundle lay a half burnt bath robe and inside that a half melted blonde wig. “Bingo!” Nanny chimed.

Nanny had already guessed that it hadn’t been Leslie standing there with her back always carefully presented to the camera. In her dream she had seen shadows and shadows and more shadows swirling about in that odd green fog, and latter when she awoke it had suddenly hit her like an opening flower. The shadows were wrong on the video tape! Nanny looked at the hem of the bath robe, it had been clumsily pinned ‘up’ several inches. No doubt Sally was much shorter than the long slender tall Leslie Letchmore. Leslie was an almost super model imposing six foot, by the shadows cast on the video tape Nanny had instinctively measured and realized the figure on the screen was much shorter. That must have been why Sally had worn the bath robe even though doing so at five in the evening when the recorded image noted her seemed preposterously odd, none of Leslies other clothes would have fit her!

The secret entrance to the Letchmore estate via the little rental cottage was apparently well known. The Letchmore’s had once owned most of the real state around the lake side including the little cottage. The owner would tell the tale that the Letchmore’s had used the hidden passage to smuggle items out of and into their house, but that when they had sold it the Letchmore’s themselves had come and filled in the well and sealed it over and built the barbeque pit over it, as naturally they didn’t want any stranger having a secret passage to their grounds. That the well may have connected to the Letchmore estate was undoubtedly true but it apparently hadn’t been the only passage as Nanny Dew could now attest. How the scheming couple had found out about the other passage wasn’t hard to guess, at the library was a book written by a geologist named Reginald Stevens that laid out not only several of the ‘secret passage ways’ including one allege opening ‘inside’ the little cottage basement, but went on to dispel the notion that the Letchmore’s had used these as they had maintained to free slaves on the ‘under ground rail road’, but in fact had made a fortune selling arms to the south during the civil war and that these tunnels and hidden openings had been used for that, trading northern arms for southern silver and gold. The book was published in 1907 and the Letchmore family had managed to suppress most of its copies, but there it was in black and white, maps showing almost exactly the tunnel Nanny had traversed the night before, to anyone with a library card and an esoteric taste in literature.

As far as the mummy, the barbeque pit was full of bunt cheese cloth wrap ends. Obviously Alistair had posed as the mummy Humpontop to Sally’s Leslie Letchmore impersonation. The green smoke was another matter, Nanny had assumed they had used a simple stage fog machine with some colored smoke, but the entire lower depths she had wandered through last night seemed full of the stuff and there was no obvious machine down there chugging away producing it. Perhaps they had left the door open for some time and a current of air had pulled the mist into the room? But no, the mist had come from the left side near the mummy case on the video screen, and the hidden door had been on the right side. ‘Hmmm,’ she just couldn’t work that bit out for now.

The clues she was gathering were good for supporting her reasoning that she had already arrived at, but it wasn’t doing her much good on providing her with new leads which she desperately needed. She had already guessed much of this once she had found out who had rented the little cottage, and then the history of the place, but that didn’t tell her ‘why’ the two would kidnap Leslie in such an utterly strange way, and most importantly it didn’t tell her ‘where’ they or Leslie now where?

That is when Nanny Dew noticed the wrapping paper used to conceal the bath robe and wig. It wasn’t a newspaper as she had first thought, but revealed on closer inspection to be several sheets of printed labeling, the kind of mass machined uncut labels that presses push out for boxes of goods. Though in this case, it was bottles, for the sheets of labels belonged to the ‘Seven Sister Jug All Organic No Machine Free Range Dairy Farm’. The Jug sisters were well known and liked through out the state. They had inherited the family farm from their widowed father and using themselves as marketing icons dressed in rather skimpy ‘milk maid’ attire they had launched their little farm into a prosperous multifaceted business. True the whole all natural dairy thing was doing really well, but it was undoubtedly the t-shirts, posters, calendars, little dolls, and even a Saturday morning cartoon show, depicting the seven girls in their matching flirtatious milk maid uniforms that had made them both internet stars and millionaires. Despite it all they still lived on the same farm and worked it, as the fame was only a few years old, but signs were already beginning to show the strain and it seemed likely that the girls would sell out their image and go their separate ways before even another year was up. What interested Nanny Dew was that it was the Jug sisters grand father, a former employee of the Letchmore’s that had bought the little cottage and gave it to one of his sisters, who went to her grave saying her unwed daughter had been fathered by one of the Letchmore sons. According to Stevens this was not only the case but the son had used the secret passage to further visit the young girl for years and years to come. The house was still owned by the Jug sisters, though it was handled by a realtor office set up by their own father and it was doubtful the girls even realized they owned the little cottage. It’s tiny revenues lost in the great swag rolling in just now.

Nanny Dew found the sheets of labels very interesting as she was certain that the only way they could have arrived in the ash pit wrapped around the bath robe and blonde wig was if the renting couple of Alistair and Sally had been out to the Jug farm sometime during their stay at the cottage, as she was certain that they hadn’t found such a quantity of fresh sheets of uncut labels any where else. Why they would have brought them back with them and then used them to wrap the items in to be burned was currently beyond her, but Nanny felt certain that a visit to the Jug dairy farm would reveal some more clues for her to work with. She dropped the bundle back into the ash pit, she wasn’t gathering clues today, she was gathering leads to rescue her friend Leslie. Nanny made her way back to the woods and its path to her moped. The Jug farm was about eight miles out past the new suburbs that had once been part of other farms now all dead and gone, their families not having been successful, their stories not ending so sweetly. Nanny shot a glance back at the small some what dilapidated house and felt an odd twinge she couldn’t set to a mood or feeling. she had just found out today at the City Archives that the woman who had once lived in that house had been Nattile Jug, she had been briefly married to Archibald Adams who had died at twenty in the war, she had kept his name and thus had been Nattile Adams. Everyone said the child was his and hers, but she had insisted it was David Letchmore’s. Every one called her ‘Nanny’, the girl she raised was called Amanda Adams and she had married a man in turn called Wilbur Dew and died giving birth to a little girl named Nanny Dew.

Nanny turned away, and was swallowed up by the tossing green wood, there was Leslie to save!

CHAPTER FIVE

The seven Jug sisters had always been some what famous, or well at least five of them had been. The first five had been born at one time, quintuplets, and that had warranted much press coverage. The next girl was born four years latter and the last girl three years after that. Their mother, Julia, had died of tuberculoses and their father had died in a car crash, drunk, just two years latter. He had never been able to get over his wife’s death. The girls had no other living relatives and they found they had inherited the family farm and its debts at the age of seventeen, thirteen, and ten. They had refused the intense pressure to sell, and had come up with the whole preposterous ‘milk maid’ idea all on their own. Now at twenty, sixteen, and thirteen, and just a year from inheriting the entire control of the vast fortune they had made with their own hands, though ‘breasts’ might be closer to the truth than saying ‘hands’ as the quintuplets were undoubtedly endowed with the Jug families most snickered at ‘trait, enormous breasts, and were not above flashing them to make a buck. Still the naturally dark haired girls were growing tired of dying their hair blonde and twisting them into long braids for endless photo shoots and interviews, and several of the girls were ready to cash out, get married, and settle down, others wanted to try their hand at independent film careers, etcetera. It was all coming apart both behind the seams and in the gossip rags, and worse on two separate occasions the family had had to buy off lewd pictures that had been taken of this girl or that. The Jug girls had also apparently also inherited the Jug family trait of not being able to handle their alcohol as well. Still the girls clung together even as they were clawing one another apart and all seven girls still, for the moment, lived on the same farm in the same large farm house they had grown up in.

It was past this well fenced and gated large building Nanny Dew putted past on her moped looking for some more discrete access of entry to the grounds than the front gate. The Jug family farm whispered past Nanny Dew’s left shoulder as she found a small gravel ‘B’ level maintenance dead end road bisecting the rolling corn fields. This was corn grown by the Jugs to feed their dairy herd in latter winter months and the small tractor access road quickly turned into a dirt road well rutted and grown over with patches of grass and wild flowers. The fences along the over grown ditches were rife with mulberry trees and red wing black birds who nosily contested Nanny’s passage. The fence rows gave way to a large wooden gate sagging on her right, and from the roads crested hill Nanny could see the dirt road wound on below before petering out at a fence of new barb wire topped with electric wire and a small green farm pound nestled in the shaggy trees beyond. The dying sun had kicked up a faint rustling breeze in the surrounding tree tops that couldn’t be felt just a few feet below when Nanny got off the moped and lifted the old rusted loop of chain off the post and gate and swung the uneven lopsided cantilevering gate wide enough to admit her and her little motor bike. She pushed her bike through and closed the gate firmly behind her, a long meandering path of two rutted rear tractor tires wound through tall grass between the fields of browning corn stalks and ended at a lone large red brick silo. Nanny restarted her moped and soon was at the silo. A draw of creek bed and thick wads of trees snaked along past the silo and Nanny could see that it quickly twisted back to the large barns and main farm house of the Jug family to her right. Despite the recent down pour a week ago the summer had been a dry one and the harvest would be an early one of stunted ears. The small creek bed was dry save for a few muddy green and gray puddles here and there, it would make an ideal walking path for her despite the numerous rocks and stones littering the creek bed. Nanny hid her moped in a patch of tall switch grass growing around the back of the corn silo and removed her back pack. The sun light was almost gone but the thick walls of trees around her made Nanny confident that she could use her moped’s head light and it wouldn’t be seen by any random passer by, this would save her new small micro light’s battery she had bought that morning for latter use. Nanny turned on the head light and knelt in its dusty yellowed beam amidst the deafening roar of the wheezing rhythmic pulse of the insects around her crying out the laminations of the fading day and the coming of the dark.

The first thing Nanny removed from the back pack was her new contacts. She had considered it serendipitous that she had discovered her new super powers before revealing she had just bought her new contact lenses. It gave her an additional ‘disguise’ that just thrilled her to no end! She now removed her thick pop bottle bottom glasses and slipped them carefully into their case and put them in her back pack replacing them with her new contacts. She blinked at the difference they made and felt a qualm about not wearing them in public, but then she could of course, whenever she put this whole new super hero thingy behind her. The power had arrived instantly and she felt it might leave just as fast and she wanted to do the most with it as she could before that might happen!

The nature of her new power and the enormous contrast it made against her rather public image as a rather dowdy and colorless young woman seemed to almost be too perfect as far as a public day to day persona and the strange thrilling blush she now felt with the new energies seeming surging and stirring with in her mind and body. This said she now shot rapidly to her giddy feet and gave the headlight made sudden darkness around her one more intent peer as her hands hovered on her blue jean snap.

As it wasn’t a school day, Nanny Dew had not worn her school uniform of white blouse and plaid skirt and black leather buckled shoes and bobby socks. Instead she wore her usual weekend attire of blue jeans and t-shirt and tennis shoes with a light wind breaker for the on coming cooler nights. She did wear her long gold hair in its ubiquitous two pony tails as most of the longer haired girls were wearing this year, but which she had worn every year since child hood when her widowed father had made clumsy attempts at trying to fathom out her hair for her as a child.

With a pop and a series of wiggles Nanny Dew had her jeans in a dark pool at her feet. They slid over her sneakers and she removed the sneakers as well, wrapping the shoes in her jeans and sliding both into the yawning maw of the back pack. With her jacket removed she next lifted her t-shirt over her head and tossed it into the back pack as well. Under it she was wearing a heavily foam cup padded sports bra. Nanny seldom wore bras except on the weekend, and then only if she were going out into public. At such times she needed extra thick padding to help try and control her naughty nipples from jutting out too promptly and causing her potential embarrassment. But with the arrival of her new powers last night nothing seemed to be able to restrain her surging nipples eruptions, even her padded bra had failed to hide their seeming burning desire to attract as much attention to themselves as possible. In slight concern, as in truth since her powers arrival last night Nanny found it strange that she would ever want to cover up her wonderful nipples at all! But out of her on going loose sense of habit and her new attitude of furthering her disguise between her public persona and her super hero identity, Nanny had bought that morning a maternity nursing bra with extra padded cups. She felt this might be more useful in the future for public wear in discreet activities here and about. That the cups also detached at the top and would allow her to expose her nipples at whim or massage them as she needed put her whole hart into her throat and made her very dizzy at the future prospects this afforded her. Yes, she looked with delicious wonder at the still unopened bra in its little box back at her bed room in her minds eye and had to shake the heady lingering drooling thought from her mind with a deep shuddering breath. ‘Things about her were changing, but then, that was expected when one inherited super powers right?’

Nanny now removed her padded sports bra it had seemed tight all morning and she was grateful to be rid of wearing the constricting vile thing! Her ample breasts leapt out in the cooling night air, but it was her nipples that were naturally the most excited and egger to move about in their new found much needed freedom. Nanny gazed in wonder at them. ‘How had she ever hated them?! They were truly magnificent! And sooo delicious to touch!’ Nanny used a rusty iron will to hold back her hands from gnashing her enormous nipples in her fists. She knew that since last night her nipples extra sensitive new nature would push her into an orgasm even faster than massaging her clit! And with each orgasm being the keystone to her precious power there wasn’t a drop to waste.

Speaking of drops or drips, now Nanny removed her panties. She wiggled them down in long rolling descent with her palms past her full bubble butt hips and stepped out of the little wad they made at her raised heel. Inside the panties an extra thick absorbent panty liner was soaked and little thin silver strands of juice broke from between it and her very moist pussy.

Nanny wore under wear as seldom as she wore bras but again knowing she would be straddling her moped for several possible hours and since she seemed in a state of constant horniness ever since last night, she had considered it wise to slip the alien articles upon her personage before leaving the household. This had proved wise indeed as several near orgasms had sent her into a number of public rest rooms all day long and the extra absorbent box of full of panty liners that she had brought in her back pack was now almost empty, but she was certain she wouldn’t need any more of those tonight, so she wasn’t too concerned about it all. Though she did absently wonder if she was always going to be this ‘aroused’ from now on?! It brought an embarrassed blush to her face as she thought about it because inside she riotously giggled at this as her little inner voice screamed, ‘I hope so!’ Nanny had to admit she had never felt so aware, so alive, so, so ‘complete’ as she had all day. The constant state of ruttish arousal had seemed to almost give her an intense perception of the world around her even as it seemed to show the world to her senses as if it had been newly made and still shiny with clean perfect lines and full neat perfect shapes. Everything had seemed beautifully intense and throbbing with energy and life of a world newly made. Even the most mundane trivial items, the stop sign, the park bench, the water fountain at the public library all seemed to pulse and thrill her with a secret energy that only she could seem to feel and sense. Everything, absolutely everything, made her happy and horny and she loved it!

Nanny now slipped out of her ankle socks and for all practical purposes now stood nude in the small night wood of Jug farm. She prayed someone was watching her and with shaking hands untied the two red silk ribbons in her hair. One ribbon she retied around her long flowing locks into a single pony tail. The other was the impromptu mask she had made the night before. In experiments in her room before her small vanity mirror she had found that the mask once tied in place and nestled under her pony tail was surprisingly difficult to wrench loose, and since the purchase of a proper mask was too risky and she didn‘t have the time to make anything more elaborate, she had decided to go with this one for the immediate moment. As such Nanny now tied the red mask into place and felt a wonderful sensation of giddy bounce fill her from head to foot. She had made the mask a little more proper at her mothers sewing machine. The eye holes had been seamed and made more regular in shape and she had made a small cut out for the bridge of her nose. But other wise it was the same normal hair ribbon that dozens of girls in her class wore in school. And ‘that’ is what Nanny wanted. She had felt that her super heroine costume should be easily transformed from the school uniform she and hundreds of girls wore five days a week. This would make it more likely she was wearing it when she needed it most, and also made anyone seeing her more likely to mistake her for any of hundreds of girls her age. Besides everyone ‘hated’ the school uniforms! The school board made up entirely of childless old crones had come up with the uniform idea as a way to prevent ‘possible’ problems that had never occurred from some future day maybe happening. Parents hated the uniforms because it made the girls very fashion conscious as an identity and as soon as school was over they rushed to put on closets full of expensive clothes that had parents livid and bankrupt. Teachers hated having to wear the same ugly uncomfortable uniforms themselves and as a result the girls constantly got a way with accessorizing their uniforms on a daily basis. The idea of turning the much despised control freak anal retentive school uniforms into a super heroine costume of freedom and individualism had thrilled Nanny to no small degree.

As such one of the ‘accessories’ that Nanny had always wanted but had never dared to buy and wear to school was the one she now took out of her back pack now. It was what all the cheerleaders wore when ever they weren’t wearing their cheerleader uniforms, a pair of thigh high boots. In this case a pair of very expensive doe skin thigh high boots which Nanny now carefully rolled up her white long legs until they pinched into place just inches below her proud buttocks. The delicious feel of the boots on her legs had her gasping in budding arousal and she couldn’t prevent her self from walking about slowly in a circle to enjoy the luscious oily feel it gave to her rolling hips and long sinuous legs every stride. Finally gathering her self back from the brink of a fiery desire, Nanny returned to the back pack as she ran her fingers through her hair and slipped her hips in a full sway enjoying the tension it centered in the pit of her soft slight mound of her hunger forgotten stomach.

Next Nanny wiggled on a plaid school skirt, but this skirt had a sewn in white belt and even on the most promiscuous day its very short cut would never had been tolerated by any of the teachers. It was in fact little more than a pleated mini-skirt falling its hem about mid-thigh, hiding the tops of Nanny’s new boots by several short inches, unless she moved! At which time the flared pleats gave a mesmerizing dance of hinting soft doe skin lips pinching into her soft white thighs. While it was risqué by school standards it was still not as lurid as anything one might see in a spring break night club, but that is where the belt came in! Nanny had cleverly designed the built in belt so that by grasping and sliding the decorative strap in the other wise non-functioning belt and its buckle, you pulled up the hidden darts and gathers in the skits pleated hem. Nanny could raise the short but publicly acceptable skirt, if school daring garment into the most provocative little mini that would have made a stripper blush to wear! In her shaky state at the sewing machine perhaps she ‘had’ gone a little over board on the skirts original skimpiness, after all the uniform had to be school wearable to fit her over all design of instant transformation from Nanny no body into Nanny super heroine! But she had bought several uniforms this morning and she could experiment as she needed. For now Nanny found the skirt just didn’t seem to go ‘short’ enough to suit her throbbing needs. She tugged the belt as far as it would go and the skirt still refused to show her moist pubic mound unless she began to walk with exaggerated wiggles. ‘Hmm, she would have to work on it, but it would have to do for now.’

Next Nanny put on her white school blouse. It looked perfectly normal in every way, with its long white sleeves and pearl button front and two breast pockets. But Nanny had cleverly designed it as she had her skirt to be rapidly transposed from loathed committee repression into a symbol of personal freedom as well as functional attire for her new sexual super powers and needs. Normally the blouse would be tucked into her skirt and its trim white belt, but she now quickly tied it into place about her lower rib cage thus baring her taught white stomach, it was the way all the girls wore their shirts the instant they were out of school or out of sight of any of the teachers. A midriff baring halter top out of the white school blouse in a fraction of an instant. This was usually followed by the unbuttoning of the neck lace choking high collar into as daring a cleavage as the individual girl felt blessed to show. How ever in Nanny’s case she left her shirt firmly buttoned up to its high collar neck, though the tying of the shirt tails had cinched the shirt tight against her ample chest. Instead Nanny Dew now unbuttoned each of her tight breast pocket and with a steady pull undid the heavy duty Velcro strips along the quadruple padded fake pockets. The pockets came free and she let the pockets dangle down off the cliffs of her large bosom. Nanny had experimented with pockets that came off entirely and could be secreted into the small zipper pocket of her skirt but it didn’t work well as raising the skirts hem via the belt rendered the skirts pocket virtually useless. Instead she found that if she actually left the pockets attached she could then use the button holes of each pocket flap to reattach it to her buttoned front, this in turn tightened the blouse even further across her straining chest increasing the stimulation it fed her. Also it allowed her to put some future design upon the inside pockets to be shown in as her super heroine symbol, once she figured out what that might be? Like her plain belt buckle which she envisioned some day being able to flip over and reveal her symbol of secret identity, she felt her breast pockets should open to reveal the same, but that was for some future case, right now there just wasn’t any time.

The pocket tops pulled down and re-buttoned in their pulling ‘v’ across her chest, revealed Nanny’s most brilliant adaptation. Under each pocket Nanny had sewn in a large rubber ‘o’ ring and it was through these Nanny now began to excitedly pull her rapidly engorging nipples through. The rubber ring would expand as needed, but it was still a very tight fit, just as Nanny wanted it to be. The constant squeezing on her enormous nipples and puffed areolas sent shockwaves of intenseness electric pleasure shooting gasping wet sparks through out her body. It took a little while to nudge and pull the thick meaty nipples and swelling areolas through the seemingly shrinking holes, but it was blissfully worth it. Now with every tugging step Nanny felt liquid shudders of ecstasy drum through her large rippling breasts. The ecstatically exposed and pinched nipples turned a ruddy brown and Nanny could feel the low moan of damp building behind her thickening pussy lips. It was perfect!

Nanny walked around in little circles trying out her new costume her nipples felt as if they were on fire with every stride and yet the cool air when she stopped caused a back and forth of extremes that had her head spinning in simmering eye watering lusts. She gasped at the naughty nipples so tantalizingly leaping before her chest, they now stood out several inches and demanded to be devoured! A haughty smile played upon her drooling lips, ‘baby sitting would certainly be rather ‘deferent’ now! She would need to find some older males or females as well who could deeply appreciate her most delicate demanding needs, perhaps she could do that as her super heroine identity? She would have to, wouldn’t she? In exposing her nipples to the world in her super heroine costume she dare not risk anyone seeing them as her public Nanny Dew persona, even in the most privet of settings. ‘ Nanny looked down on her still rising doughy blood blushed pink nipples and felt an almost paternal pride in them. What ever it would take, she would fulfill their needs and the powers they seemed to be granting her. ‘I will use what I once dared to despise about my secret self to now do great good for the public. Some how in some way, all this strangeness has a greater purpose I haven’t yet fathomed. But in time I will.’ Nanny put the few remaining odds and ends into her back pack and fastened it to the seat of her moped and turned off the head light. In the sudden starry night she now found her self enmeshed in she began to make her way down into the near by dry creek bed, her new little light clipped to her belt showing her the way, but not revealing the damp chill ground fog that wrapped its self so seductively about her pulsing hips was of an odd unnatural greenish hue.

CHAPTER SIX

The approach to the Jug farm had several almost ankle breaking moments that had Nanny Dew seriously questioning if high heeled thigh high boots were indeed the foot wear of choice for a super heroine despite the comic book covers she had seen over the years? But she soldiered on and told herself the expensive boots would not be so troublesome in more ‘civilized’ environments. After all she was a city girl and had always hated the country side with its bugs and uneven dirty expanses.

Luckily her costumes clever design kept her in a near orgasmic state and she found her body leaping and moving steadily over obstacles and distance that would have had her wheezing and staggering for breath under any other circumstance. Nanny rapidly arrived at the Jug farm outer buildings just as the icy white moon rose up over the tree tops and she keyed off her belt light and made her way through a sudden maze of half hesitant blue shadows and gray patches of visible jigsaw puzzle pieces of the night world. Her new sexual powers seemed to give her an increased agility and great strength, but it didn’t seem to improve her night vision one iota nor help her avoid snags of roots or swaths of weeds tugging at her boot heels. Ugh!

It was now that things took a decidedly duplicit twist of fate almost the equal of the previous nights odd sojourn if not of quiet the same vivid immediate appreciated state. As Nanny Dew still yet unchristianed with her super heroine name moved out of the draw and over the gated fences past the cow pens and up to the large line of milking sheds of the outer Jug buildings, inside the Jug farm house its self the youngest Jug girl, Sabrina, was rushing from her bath and back into her blue jean cut offs and t-shirt. Sabrina had been given the entirely ceremonial task of hand milking her own dairy cow ‘Silky’. Almost all of the cows on the Jug farm were now milked via large milking machines despite the press to the contrary and all the milking was done by hired farm hands from the near by smaller farms. With all the public obligations, the Jug sisters simply didn’t have time to actually do much of the farm work any more, in fact they spent most of their limited time on the farm arguing over large account books and what they should do in the immediate future. A recently hired and fired public relation firm had made every thing much worse, and now the girls were up to their carefully shaved arm pits in layers and accountants. Everything had become one big head ache.

Despite this, or maybe because of it, the girls had agreed that the youngest Jug should have some passing experience with the farm as it had been for generations and as they themselves had known it in younger happier days. As such a small docile cow had been selected and given to Sabrina to hand milk every evening at five pm and five am just as the other girls had done in their youth. It was imagined rather bizarrely considering how things were turning out for the other six sisters that Sabrina would learn some deep meaningful family values form this act. Unfortunately Sabrina hated the task that she couldn’t help but notice no one else shared in and the constant squabbling of her sisters only further exacerbated the feeling of unfair isolation she associated with the task. Her absentmindedness didn’t help matters and as often was the case, Sabrina found herself at almost a quarter till seven pm suddenly remembering her obligatory unfinished chore. Out she rushed her thick glasses plastered to her wet head scampering out to the smallest and oldest milking shed that one of the farm hands had already brought Silky into and set her in a stall with fed before retiring home to his own family.

It was entirely by random fate that Nanny was crossing in front of this open fronted building with its lone yellow light feebly blazing when hearing running booted foot steps approaching her, Nanny in a panic, bolted inside the shed and threw her self against a rough wood slatted wall. When it became increasingly apparent that the foot steps were heading toward the building Nanny was hiding in, she panicked further and raced about for a more secure hiding place, just as the young thirteen year old Sabrina came crashing into the shed.

It would have been impossible to have guessed the girl who now skidded to a halt in the shed and rapidly began to gather up her milking stool and small metal pail from the bent nail hooks on the shed wall, as the delicate age of thirteen. Especially if one were to hear her talk in her loud cussing manner or happen upon a peek into her lone bed room off down the last upper hall where she kept several issues of Playgirl magazine naked centerfold hunks pinned to her walls. But mainly just to look at her would have confused anyone, for Sabrina like the rest of the Jug sisters having hit puberty now had a healthy still growing DD rack tugging at her tight faded t-shirt and as anyone could plainly see through the thin material of her stressed shirt, silver dollar sized areolas that even Nanny Dew’s pancake sized ones would have been impressed by.

One didn’t have to wait for Sabrina to wear her faded t-shirts to get a gander of her goods as it were, because despite the ‘ban’ by the other girls, Sabrina still went skinny dipping down at the Jug family swimming hole. The girls had always gone skinny dipping at the swimming hole, they had carefully selected the cow pond in question as it was near a high stone fence edging their property and gave the illusion of extreme modesty but the girls knew every boy in the area would risk breaking his neck to climb the oak trees fringing the fence and watch them frolic for hours in the water. The rather restrictive up bringing of the Jug sisters had made each and every one of them an intense flirt and first rate cock tease. The summer swims would be casually announced before hand at school by the girls themselves as they acted as if they were talking them selves ‘into going for a swim’. And then the sisters would immeasurably enjoy pretending not to notice the trees full of ‘nuts’. Making several loud references to the squirrels this year and bursting into breast shaking laughter at it all.

However with fame came the loss of such innocence, one of the scandals that the seven sisters had to pay to prevent was a video tape of them sunbathing at their swimming hole, and the fall out had been a ‘ban’ on any further such bathing there, but Sabrina ignored it and still went skinny dipping at the pond and was always thrilled at seeing how many boys she could ‘tree’ just on her lonesome! Sabrina was quickly on her way to being the cock teasing rebel black sheep of the family in a family of black sheep, thus perhaps the whole milking chore made some sense to the other sisters on some weird level. It definitely meant she had to be on the farm at five am and five pm and not off having sex with one of her numerous fad boyfriends! The little Jug Lolita seemed to be just busting to bring further ruin upon the family, but with the latest family calamity she had found her self with quiet a long leash of late, but she still struggled to show her other sisters that she was reliable too and not to be left out in the decision making process any more.

Nanny’s hiding place wasn’t going to keep her hidden long. The entire shed was way too small and exposed. The only thing keeping Nanny from being discovered by the girl between her and the only way out was the large Jersey cow chewing its cud and mooing at its full udders, and once the girl sat down and started milking the animal it was only a matter of time before she would notice Nanny standing on the other side of the cow. Considering ‘stealth’ was the entire basis of Nanny’s plan of operation this night, she was terrified of everything going horribly wrong before she had even got a start!

It was then that synchronicity once again raised its fated hand. The cow not particularly pleased with Nanny’s prescience had stepped back away from Nanny and in the process had knocked over the youngest Jug flat on her ass. Sabrina’s glasses went flying right at Nanny’s feet. Nanny knew from school that Sabrina couldn’t see her hand in front of her face with out the glasses though she could make out things well enough at about ten or so feet away from her. Nanny saw her chance and grabbed the glasses off the ground. Now, Sabrina would look for them, fail to find them and have to go back to her house for a spare pair. Sabrina was always removing her glasses at school because she was incredibly vain and subsequently was always ‘misplacing’ her glasses. Being wealthy she now had several spare eye glasses and always kept an extra pair on her at all times. Nanny could tell that in the skin tight shorts and t-shirt and cowboy boots Sabrina was now wearing that there was no place for her to conceal an extra pair of eye glasses, she would have to go back to the house and get a spare pair and Nanny would make a much appreciated exit from the trapped shed.

Nanny held her breath as a swearing Sabrina began to rub her ass and sweep her hand about for her missing eye wear. But then after several intense minutes the Jug daughter simply replaced her stool and bucket and set about once again getting ready to milk the cow.

This is not what Nanny had expected nor planed, and much worse in order to avoid the probing fingers and arm sweeps of the girl Nanny had climbed back wards up on to the metal railing of the stall with her breath held. In doing so Nanny found her belt caught upon the hanging trappings dangling from the sheds center beam, long ago the farm had used horses and oxen and several of the old harnesses and yokes could still be found in the various sheds. Forgotten refuse of a once bygone age. The stubborn metal and iron hard ancient leather wouldn’t let go of Nanny’s belt despite her frantic attempts to dislodge its grasp, made all the more difficult by the every move of the harness pieces creaking and threatening to alert Sabrina to Nanny’s presence.

And then it happened, fate played its most wicked satyr hand and licked its lips at the profane ridiculousness that fell out in consequence. While Nanny was trying to reach around behind her and undue the caught harness on her belt, Sabrina gave up trying to find her glasses in the fresh straw the farm had had thrown down and not wanting to plunge her hand into anything hidden therein and unpleasant and with a sharp burst of profanity, Sabrina threw the large metal lever Nanny did not even know existed. It had two immediate effects, the first, it caused Nanny’s teetering high heeled boots to slip off the round metal bar of the corral fencing they had been struggling with purchase on once Nanny had released both her hands from the rail behind her and fought desperately at the caught harness. The second effect was as it had been intended, it cinched down the side rails around the cow at the fed trough to keep the animal from moving. Sabrina seldom used the cinch bar with the docile Silky, but with out her glasses and nearly bat blind she wasn’t going to take any chances of Silky backing up and knocking over her pail of milk. The Jug sisters measured the amount of milk Sabrina gathered every morning in the special large milk container that she poured the smaller pail into, it was this whole milk that the Jug sisters themselves used for their breakfast and evening meals.

What the sliding metal fence meant and did for and to Nanny was also two fold; one, it sent as mentioned, Nanny slipping off the fence she had climbed backwards upon in order to avoid Sabrina’s blind searching. This in turn left her dangling but for a brief second by her belt still caught in the harness hung by the ceiling, but only for a second, for the old leather broke its first snap harness and dropped Nanny down several feet before the second snap caught her and left her hanging again.

Second it pinched Nanny Dew in her bent over ‘u’ shape up firmly between cow and railing. It wasn’t an unpleasant squeeze but it was decidedly most awkward! Nanny found her self with both her arms pinned helplessly upward behind her back where they had been trying to untangle the harness from her belt. One boot was caught in the slot in the squeeze fence and the other had its high heel snagged in the harness trappings. What was worse, her ass was now pointing toward the open door of the shed and her bent downward upper body afforded her a view of only cow to her left and dimly lit clumps of straw directly in front of her. She couldn’t see Sabrina behind her at all and worse she was helplessly pinned in place until Sabrina released the cinch bar! For a panicked second Nanny contemplated speaking out to Sabrina and turning her self over to the girl, but then images of the police and her father came crashing in and she bit her tongue. One thing was for certain, Sabrina wouldn’t discover her now! There was a cow between her and the blind girl. She just had to wait until the girl had finished milking and then she could easily free herself. How long could it take to milk a cow? She would just wait it through.

It was then that Humpontop, the ghostly sprit of the desecrated Mummy who had given powers to this little minion on Earth to avenge his desecration and without a doubt one of the most sexually deviant Egyptian princes ever to live during the golden second age of the Pharos, decided to have a little more fun with his new plaything. This one was even more entertaining than that older stuffy Professor had been! A green mist only Nanny could see, that is if she had an eye ball in her ass hole! Began to swirl around Sabrina, the cow and Nanny.

Sabrina suddenly realized there was a big fresh cow pie just where she was going to set her stool and with a snort of disgust she wobbled and weaved her way through the thick soup of large splotchy shapes that now made up her world in the little milking shed.

Catching her breath Nanny felt Sabrina rub a hand over her doe skinned thigh high boots and swat her ass! The Jug girl had switched sides and was placing her milking stool on the other side of the squeeze fence next to Nanny! This placed Sabrina on the darkest side of the little shed with the cow between her and the little naked light bulb but she didn’t need any light considering she couldn’t see a damn thing any way! She sat down and felt oddly, well, damn it, horny! As she reached through the awkward squeeze fence, this side was not intended to be milked from and it would complicate matters a little, but her nimble fingers soon found the cows large teats and she began to work the dugs, surprised at the rapid mental images of stroking several large cocks that vividly swarmed into her mind and she sat there licking her parched lips! Sabrina had never felt so ‘odd’ before and she realized she would need to hurry back to her room and do something about it as soon as Silky gave her what she needed. But Silky was getting on in years and the dugs weren’t ringing milk into the pail, if this continued she would have to use the secret weapon the Jugs used to get a little more milk from a dried up cow. Then sure enough with a little verbal coaxing and some of her best often practiced cock squeezing milking technique the first rewarding sprays rang loudly into the little metal pail. “That’s a good girl!” Sabrina cooed to Silky and began to fidget upon her milking stool, her entire world had shrunk down to the burning need humming in her crotch and her narrowed eyes rolled back into her head as she gasped and moaned at the wet fire that over whelmed her. “Good girl,” Sabrina moaned, “Fucking good girl!” And Sabrina’s fingers danced their mechanical waltz pumping increasingly hard on the large teats in each hot sweating hand.

It was wise of Humpontop to so enrapture and encase Sabrina in her own cocoon of orgasmic bliss as naturally the nipples she was yanking so expertly on belonged to Nanny Dew and the bucket that was being filled was being filled by Nanny’s gushing pussy! But even Nanny in her struggle to remain unobserved by the girl could not mute her own loud moans at such an intense secession of multiple orgasms and her own fevered catchy breaths mingled with Sabrina’s long tortuous guttural barks of intense arousal. The sprit was happy.

But Sabrina soon wasn’t she desperately needed to return back to the house and take care of the itch developing between her thighs and that damn Silky was taking forever to fill up the milk pail! It was time to use the secret weapon and get this chore over with. Upon buckling knees Sabrina felt her way to the wall cabinet and removed the ‘encourager’. She felt her way back to the cows rump and lifting up a natty rope of the tangled harness and thinking it the cows tail slowly inserted the twenty inch vibrator up Nanny’s slippery ass hole. Once full inserted Sabrina turned it up to its most powerful setting and returned to milking the old heifer, as usual it worked wonders and soon the bucket was filling with what seemed a steady stream. Sabrina was proud of her self and she emptied the contents of the pail via a funnel into the large milk canister next to the door, and rapidly returned her pussy on fire and needing desperate release! “Just five more buckets now Silky and we’ll call it a night, okay hun? Or do you need the ‘big one’? I’d better put the big one in you as your running really dry tonight!” Sabrina slipped out the small twenty inch vibrator from Nanny’s red ass and Nanny gasped as she peered between her straddled dripping twitching scarlet legs and saw the girl stagger back toward her with something cradled in the crook of both her arms! It slipped out of one arm and thudded ponderously on the floor and Sabrina struggled a little to pick the dropped end of it back up into her arms again. “We all like a ‘big one’ don’t we girl?” Sabrina gasped as she spread her legs wide to brace her self for the formable task of insertion.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sabrina left the shed about an hour latter with the large heavy sloshing milk canister swaying between her waddling legs, “seven buckets! Silky had never given her seven buckets before! Good girl!” The happy intensely horny Jug girl cooed. “And so delicious!” Sabrina had slatted her deep thirst on some of the milk and she had never tasted anything so creamy and thick before. The old cow had filled bucket after bucket with some of the fattest tasting sweet creamy slightly tart chalky waxy warm milk she had ever tasted! Every gulp had made her large nipples tingle and had stirred the deep need in her thighs juncture even more so! Sabrina hurried as fast as the heavy jug would let her back toward the house, the end of her chore, and her much needed bed room.

A few minutes latter a staggering watery kneed Nanny Dew slipped out of the milking shed her hair all frazzled and her mouth open and gasping. Little trails of spittle glued strands of her straw strewn hair to her flushed and dazed face and her thighs glistened above her wet drenched and ruined doe skinned boots. It took her several aimlessly frowning minutes to remember her goal was the shed where the labels for the Jug milk bottles were stored. It took a while longer for her to remember her school trip out to the farm several years ago and superimpose that upon the moonlit night of the here and now. Still gasping and moaning despite her best efforts to remain silent the hex vision girl staggered to the right large pole barn and even managed to gain an easy access via the unlocked side door.

Inside she forgot her small belt light and staggered around in the dark lightly bouncing off palettes of stacks of boxes containing labels. Until she saw the light streaming from under a small wooden office or storage room door set in a small blister against one wall. The little box of frame and wallboard was locked and Nanny considered her options in the matter.

Nanny was still dazedly considering her options when the over head mercury lights popped on above her and In sauntered no other than Alistair Bentphorks. He stopped stunned at the sight of Nanny but recovered form his stupor far faster than her drained sated mind could, with a rapid whirl he caught Nanny by the wrist and spun her into the door she had been pondering. Before she could begin to struggle Nanny felt a horrible sharp pain on her wrists and heard the audible ‘snap’. She had been handcuffed! Again a brief lopsided struggle and Nanny found the little rooms door opened and her self thrown to the floor inside. There a second pair of hand cuffs were magically produced before her still reeling eyes and she found her ankle secured to a water sprinkler pipe running up one wall and into the false tile roof above her.

“I don’t know who the hell you are but you picked one hell of a night to try and rob this place.” Alistair was obviously confused by her outfit and he had trouble tarring his wide eyes off her enormous exposed nipples, swollen even larger after Sabrina’s expert handling. But finally he wiped his mouth and staggered out of the small room slamming the door shut and relocked behind him. Even in her dazed state Nanny couldn’t help but notice the large boner swimming in his pants and Nanny had to smile a congratulatory nod at her costumes constructions obvious success. Other than that, things did not seem to be going very well.

“Did he hurt you?” Even before Nanny Dew struggled around to see the figure speaking to her in the dark she recognized the voice as belonging to Leslie Letchmore! Sure enough, there was Leslie trussed up pretty much as Nanny was only with white nylon rope doing the stand in for handcuffs.

Nanny carefully adjusted her voice trying to keep her true identity secret, and despite the rooms apparent brightness from under the door transom via the view from the large dark warehouse, the room was actually only dimly lit by a single floor lamp thrust lone in the corner. Nanny believed she could pull off the deception in the given circumstances but stuttered when Leslie asked her for her name. Instead she had simply said a friend of Leslie’s had asked her to help find her. When Leslie had asked her who the friend was, Nanny had instantly replied “Nanny Dew”. To that Leslie had paused a long time and then said that had been very nice of Nanny but she was afraid that her rescuer had stumbled into a rather deadly situation.

Leslie went on to relay the story as she had pieced it together over the past few days. And the odd quirky tale went something like this: Sally and Alistair had used the recent botched jewel heist at Wellborne College to snatch the fabled jewel of the Pharos and hide it in the Mummy Humpontop. They had done this early in the morning after the nights robbery as they were the first two people to enter the room and discover the occurrence. It had seemed a serendipitous moment and they had gladly took advantage of it. Unfortunately Sally’s on going earlier attempts to discredit Professor Letchmore and take over her position at the head of the History department was just then bearing unexpected fruit and both Leslie and her jewel carrying Mummy had unceremoniously left the campus. This meant a retrieval somehow by the dastardly couple but first they needed to do a little foot work on how best to sell the gem once they did have it back in their clutches. This had proved rather disappointing. The jewel was too well known and they would never be able to sell it with any kind of immediate discretion. However, it was possible to cut up the single large jewel into three smaller pieces, the resulting pieces would be of much lesser value than the unsaleable large gem had been but they would still fetch a considerable price. Such a division of such a large gem was known in the trade as ‘extreme cleavage’ as the original stone was of an already finished gem. And as such it would take a considerable practiced hand to perform the operation as well as an undisturbed place to analyze and study the jewel for several days before the cut would be made.

Finding the cutter had been surprisingly easy, but finding the ‘hideout’ had proved more imposing. In the end it had all fell together so easily and compactly. The couple had found a secret entrance to the Letchmore estate belonging to the young muddled Jug sisters. The entrance at the little lake side cottage however was too ‘public’ for their jewel cutters taste and Alistair Bentphorks had stumbled upon the easy solution by simply meeting the Jug sisters themselves who not only knew exactly where the secret door was hidden in the basement of the small little house, but also knew of another hidden entrance to the Letchmore house in the estates back grave yard. This second entrance was of paramount importance because the entrance in the small cottage basement was ‘one way’ , it could only be opened from inside the tunnel it’s self and not via the basement side of the door. Perhaps saying something about the relationship between Nattile Adams and David Letchmore, if indeed any such relationship had in fact existed!

The whole mess became a nightmare after Sally had actually made a major bumble and gone up to Leslie in person at her home and almost spilled the entire beans of the whole thing. After all if Leslie was in on it, everything became instantly easier, but Sally had ended up cringing away having aroused Leslies suspicions and confirmed Leslie would never have anything to do with theft or the destruction of any historic artifact which of course the gem was, even as Sally had hinted at making it publicly known about Leslies current money making endeavourers. It had back fired horribly, Leslie could not be blackmailed. Sally thought Leslie would never put two and two together but Alistair was furious and set his own plan into motion.

He had used his very athletic good looks and the almost legendary Jug sisters weakness for alcohol to get himself invited to their home and invent a little party in which his secrete video camera had captured the drunken horny Jug sisters going down on one another right their in their little milk maid costumes. It was all he needed. With the threat of the video Bentphorks blackmailed the Jug sisters not only into ‘renting’ the cottage to him and Sally but also in providing the Label Barn for them to use for the next several days. The arriving fat oily jewel cutter had gone on to prefer the main farm house its self and sleeping in several of the Jug sisters beds. The little creep waddled around like a little king and several of the hired hands eyed him suspiciously. Now both Alistair and Sally were desperate. The man seemed to be refusing to just cut the damn stone and set them all free, and why should he with several large breasted black mailed Jug girls at his disposal every night!

The whole Mummy charade had been a rather desperate gamble when first Leslie had arrived home early and surprised the two, making her disappearance mandatory, and then Alistair had botched the gems removal from the Mummy so badly that the risk of its ruined remains found by the authorities in conjunction with Leslies disappearance seemed too risky at best. The resulting low budget hoax was as good as the two could come up with in the few hours they had before some one might come knocking on the apparently popular back door of Leslie Letchmore.

But now it was all coming to a terrible mess of an end. While Leslie told Nanny what she knew of the past events, current events raced blindly about them, and raced even faster in Alistair Bentphorks rabid mind. The Jug sisters had guessed that Bentphorks was doing something ‘not quiet right’ in their shed out back, and the oily little pervert climbing into their bed was worse than any scandal the video might make, but it was finally the information that despite his best efforts to keep from the girls he had isolated on the farm from hearing arrived, that Leslie Letchmore had disappeared, it was then that the Jug sisters had put two and two together very quickly. In fact it had been that very night and Alistair was so unhinged by the rapidly derailing events spinning out of his control that after being forced with the assistance of the jewel cutter and Sally to tie up the Jug sisters, well, six of them, no one seemed to know where the youngest odd ball girl had wandered off to, Alistair only hoped the cutter had taken his threats seriously and he hadn’t laid a finger on the girl. That after all of that, to find a half naked obviously drugged thief wandering around the label shed hadn’t seemed to phase him at all! What was troubling him was the cutter stating the obvious that now instead of just Leslie having to be disposed of, now all the Jug sisters as well would have to be dealt with, and some kooky thief as well. What’s one more body? The cutter had shrugged, but the whole idea had Alistair and perhaps even Sally, though he couldn’t really tell, completely unnerved. He had left Wellborne College a few weeks ago with visions of a quick rich successful conclusion to the spontaneous jewel heist that had put his stomach into knots the very next day after he had done it! He kept blaming Sally for it all, even as he pushed his mind to some how come up with a way to make the Jug sisters look guilty of the whole sordid mess. With just Leslie he had avoided the issue of her eventual death after it was all over but had imagined her body would never be found if properly disposed of on the Jug farm. But seven more bodies and now an eighth, it would have to be planed. He left the label building and returned to the small tractor shed out behind the Jug house where he and the other two had carried the bound and gagged six sisters and hid them. He would bring them out to the label shed and set some of the explosives he had found earlier in the week, used to clear out stumps by the Jug sisters grandfather. He would blow up the building with the entire lot of the girls inside of it, and make it look like it was some how an accident! If he could only get both that oily cutter and Sally inside as well hell he’d blow them up as well, but he knew that would only lead the authorities eventually to him. At least the recent shake up had the cutter finally willing to do his damn job! He was even now setting out his tools on the kitchen table. That just left the seventh girl, Sally was looking for her but the little tramp could be any where he’d never known such a slut she seemed to be out catting around with a different boy every day and night despite his best efforts to confine her to the house! Luckily the other Jug sisters had decided to keep the black mail truth from the littlest girl though she had been one of the more salacious vixens on the video tape he had made, but she obviously knew something was up. Alistair was just glad he had been able to keep the filthy fingers of the cutter off the girl, not that it probably mattered now that he was going to have to blow all of them up. Ugh! His stomach was killing him!

CHAPTER EIGHT

Nanny had shaken off the fog inside her head though she couldn’t help but notice the very real green physical fog now embracing her body and filling the room. ‘Must be form some near by machine,’ Nanny had uneasily thought to her self. In any case she instinctively realized she only had a short period of time before some one would return for her or Leslie! She needed to break her bonds and set Leslie free so she could go get the authorities!

It was then that the door flung open and Alistair dragged both Leslie and then returned and uncuffed Nanny’s ankle and dragged out her as well into the center of the large label shed. There were the six Jug sisters all bond and yelling nasty things at Alistair. There was also a large amount of very nasty looking explosives which Bentphorks now lit a long fuse to and simply ambled away muttering to himself in an almost manic manner. The lit fuse shut up everyone and they all stared entranced by it as it slowly spit and snaked toward the large pile of explosives the girls had been unceremoniously piled upon. The slamming of the door behind Alistair seemed to snap everyone out of their trance and everyone began to loudly shriek and wrestle against their bonds.

Nanny was the only one still handcuffed at her wrists and now at her ankles fastened together, the rest of the girls were tied in various pieces of patched together rope, panty hoses, and duct tape. It was now that Nanny felt a shot of clarity hit her for the first time since she had stumbled into the milking shed. The green mist that no one else seemed to note that snaked about her body almost seemed to be whispering the necessary plan to her!

Gritting her teeth and in a voice of shouting command which Nanny could not quiet recognize as her own, she ordered the girls withering in a mass about her to quickly bring her to climax as it was their only chance! The girls hesitated only for a moment and then Nanny found her body being covered in hot egger tongues as the six Jug sisters and Leslie hungrily sought out every nook and cranny of her sensitive body.

“The nipples,” Nanny panted through her clenched and then wide drooling mouth, “Oh God! Go for the nipples!” And seven obedient mouths instantly obeyed! Nanny natural thought to race to orgasm and in that moment snap her chrome plated bonds as easily as dry macaroni noodles. But it didn’t happen that way, her recent long sessions of orgasm in the milking shed had sapped much of her first orgasm strength and it would take several wonderful blissful long drawn out orgasms before Nanny Dew was able to twist the metal bands off her wrists and ankles. She had the luxury of this time as her first jetting spewing orgasm gusher flew out of her arching pulsing crotch and put of the sputtering fuse. If it hadn’t it still wouldn’t have mattered as the explosives were so old and in such a poor state that they had lost much of their ‘bang’ many, many years ago. It should also be noted that when the bands did snap around her wrists, Nanny kept her arms hid behind her back and tried desperately not to break the hand cuffs upon her ankles until an unexpectedly large orgasm sent her legs snapping wide apart and caused her to forgo her much desired session with the women and reluctantly set about freeing the girls. Every single grateful face that was turned up to her was so covered in her love juices that it looked as if every girl had been smeared in Vaseline petroleum jelly! Each girls hair was slicked back around their faces and great clumps of Nanny’s clear sweet nectar hung from every sore tired worn out dribbling chin.

After freeing the girls and setting them all off to go get help with the tall Leslie whispering for “Nanny” to be careful. Nanny watched the seven figures disappear into the night. She would have went with them but the seventh girl, Sabrina was still missing and Nanny had taken to having a little sweet spot in her, err, hart for the wayward lass. She just couldn’t leave the young thing in the clutches of such vile people. Besides sooner or latter even the mentally challenged jock, Alistair would have to wonder why his big building hadn’t gone ‘boom’ yet? And Nanny didn’t want the three goons to escape before the cops could arrive and capture them!

What Nanny couldn’t know at the time was that both Alistair, Sally, and the cutter had their hands full with the little minx in question, Sabrina. Having rapidly returned to her room earlier Sabrina had set to furious work at that itch that Humpontop had placed on her and that with the cup after delicious cup of sweet milk she had just squeezed out of Silky, Sabrina was working her self up into a lather of unparallel dimensions. Naturally Humpontop couldn’t resist such a rare show and his green presence with the girl in her room was one of the reasons Nanny had found her self worn out and powerless to prevent her own capture at Alistair’s hands.

It was during this intense sheet shredding build up that unfortunately the fat greasy cutter had stumbled in upon the young missing girl. The girl with a little of Humpontop’s barrowed power set upon a sexually frustrated ass kicking the likes of which even this former prison bitch had never seen! The cutter went howling from the room the naked Jug girl in furious pursuit! It was only a matter of time before Sally and then the returning moody Alistair having set his explosion in motion had been caught up in the mad house mayhem.

By the time Nanny Dew finally found the group, there was Sabrina screaming obscenities up a large oak tree where the three would be murderers cowered and tried desperately not to slide down into her vengeful sexually frustrated grasp! Nanny could hear the police sirens approaching and she back tracked to house to reassure her self the diamond of the Pharos was still in one large piece, and there it was on the kitchen table yet untouched!

CHAPTER NINE

With the Mummy removed from beneath the Letchmore catacombs and replaced back into its sealed sarcophagus and the crooks in jail waiting trail and the Jug sisters once again narrowly escaping the bullet of their latest scandal, all that really remained for Nanny Dew was her belated help on the home coming prom float. She hadn’t made any money to buy the bake sale raw materials, and her savings account was now bare thanks to her costume purchases, and she hadn’t managed to help with any of the baking, and she hadn’t even been there to help with the construction of the float its self! But on the day of the parade Nanny Dew slipped from her school uniform into her transformed super babysitter super heroine costume and slid unobserved into the floats hollowed out center its self. There she slid up to each of cheerleaders who’s lower bodies where exposed and carefully removed each girls skirt and panties, and then she gave each one a pussy licking that had each girl struggling in her wide smile waves to the cheering crowd desperately not trying to show their intense orgasms to throng of people. Earlier Nanny had forged letters to each girl telling them to expect a ‘surprise’ from their boy friend during the parade. Each girl had thought the person eating them out was in fact their boyfriend hidden on the parade float. Why would Nanny Dew do such a nice thing to the cheerleaders who treated her so badly? Well, Nanny didn’t bother to put any of the girls skirts or panties back on in fact she kept them with her as she slipped back off the float and into a storm sewer as the float stopped for the marching band to perform. And when the still cum dazed girls were helped out form their large tissue paper skirts upon the floats arrival at City Hall the entire crowd and several live TV broadcasts got a colorful look at each cheerleaders naked wet pussy and ass! Humpontop had added his own parting flare to it all by keeping each cheerleader so enmeshed in her post clitoris orgasm that they staggered about seemingly unaware of their naked state. Latter each girl had furiously blamed their boy friends and the whole incident had everyone snickering for months. It was the best damn Prom parade float Nanny Dew had ever had a hand ,err, tongue in making!