("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age Eighteen, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: Power07.txt Authors name: Caesar Story Title : Disabled powers ======================================================== Disabled Powers - Chapter VII ============================= by Caesar, c1994 The next meal with the three older maidens was strained. Betty seemed puzzled by the silence that hung over the table. While Esmerelda stared at her plate, and Traci keep looking towards her charge with expectant eyes. Only Sport seemed in uncommonly high spirits. Often making a pleasant comment or asking a simple question to one of the ladies about the dinner table. And as usual the supper was delicious. While eating Sport began to play with his nurse's body using a simple form of telekinesis. He manipulated her vaginal region, her clitoris primarily and her inner thigh teasingly. She often wiggled her bottom on the seat, looking around if anyone had seen, or moved her knees together as a cricket would. Once she even moved her hand between her legs and pressed down to relieve the sexual pressure contained there, to no avail. That and Sport noticed her arm movements and sent a signal for her to stop. She had to sit through the meal in a high state of arousal, much to the delight of her young charge. It had been three days since Esmerelda was ordered to appear at work without bra or panty hose. Well it was very obvious that her breasts were unhindered in any way, but her legs were still covered in nylon. About to berate her, Sport decided to just slip his hand up the back of her leg as she stood with her back to him. Much to his surprise and delight, he felt that her nylons only went to midthigh, and that they were held up by flowery type of harness to her waist. He promptly ordered her to lift her skirt high and then she did a slow spin to show him her stockings and garters, as she called them. Also she wore a skimpier type of panty that showed much of her thigh and he could see the darkness of her bush beneath. Beyond that episode, he had done nothing else. It was after supper that Sport rolled his wheelchair into the kitchen and sat watching Betty moving about the large well stocked room. She never even noticed him, while he studied her every curve of her body. Betty was in her early thirties and from Latin decent. Her skin was a wonderful olive colour and her hair jet black. Sport hadn't even really noticed her plain strong features or her almost boyish body before his encounters with the other ladies of the household. When she bent over the chopping table in the kitchen, Sport sent a command to her brain, severing all motor functions until he commanded otherwise. It took only the briefest second until Betty was laid out, her upper body laying on the table. The teen "listened" to her thoughts for a few seconds, recognizing her fear. She mentally screamed, nothing worked, not her mouth, her eyes, nor any muscle in her body. She was absolutely helpless. Betty could only listen to what's going on around her and see was is right in front of her vision. Sport rolled up behind her. "Is there something wrong Betty?" He didn't even bother reading her thoughts. He let her panic for a few seconds before he reached out and lifted the hem of her tight skirt. He moved it slowly up her long straight legs to her buttocks, before forcing it higher over the curve of her boyish bottom until it was collected at her waist. "I can help you." He touched her small panty covered bottom, feeling the muscles beneath his hands. "Yes I can help you...but you will have to do whatever I say from now on?!" He sent a mental command along with his words. He pulled her panties down from her hips to a point right above her knees. Her slim bottom and long crack was exposed for his delight. He pulled apart her asscheeks and studied every inch. She had very little hair upon her body, including her asscrack and even lower to her sex mound. He traced the trail from her tailbone to just where her vaginal hole began. Sport spent several minutes just studying her anus, the puckered wrinkled hole. Then he moved down to her vagina and plunged a finger into her. She was very tight, tighter than Traci had been, which surprised him. She was also drier, which did not please him. He sat back satisfied for the moment, whipping his fingers dry upon her olive buttocks. While she lay there, be began to work upon her mind. She would not remember being helpless, yet would remember every touch that he gave her. He also left a suggestion that would enforce her determination to always follow what he asked. And he made sure not to touch any of her feelings that may go along with some of the suggestions he placed. Thus enabling her natural reaction whenever she followed his orders. He enabled her motor skills and slowly wheeled himself out of the kitchen. Not looking back, even when he could feel his cooks eyes upon his back.