("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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: Power15.txt Authors name: Caesar Story Title : Disabled powers ======================================================== Disabled Powers - Chapter XV ============================ by Caesar, c1994 It had been an exciting few weeks for the teenager. His kinkiest desire available with but a thought. The possibilities were endless. Sport was a bright lad, and knew not to overextend himself, someone would put the pieces of the puzzle together, even when those pieces were so outrageous. So he left his sexy neighbours alone, only browsing randomly their thoughts to see what was up. While he continued to flirt with his nurse and friend, it didn't go beyond a gentle squeeze or a passionate kiss. And of the other two domestics, Esmerelda was the only one that Sport still indulged in. Almost nightly she used her skilful mouth upon his young organ, leaving as soon as it was done. He had "suggested" to her mind that her body was extremely turned on with the nightly episodes, so when she returned to her room, she could not help but masturbate frantically with her employers young son in her mind. In fact, he was about to permantely slow his excursions down by only concentrating upon one female at a time. He loved Traci and wanted to her to be the one that took his virginity away. When told of this, the young nurse practically cried with happiness, frantically kissing his hands. It would have happened very soon if the young mans father hadn't come over to spend time with his son. Normally his father would not have been bother to give his cripple son the time. But this time he had a surprise, he had brought a woman with him. It was a charade when his father bent over and gave his only son a hug, before introducing him to Yvonne, his fiance. The woman, a younger prettier version of his departed mother, didn't even look at the boy but instead looked about the room. Sport noticed that she had less interest in him than his father had, though the old man seemed interested in showing off is "affection" to his young bride-to-be. With an instant distaste for his step mother-to-be, Sport forced her head about so she would look at him. She looked a bit startled when her eyes came upon the small "pretty" disabled boy in the fancy wheelchair. He saw pity and disgust, two things that did not help his impression of Yvonne. As a malicious action, he sent a wave of sexual pleasure into her thin body. She doubled over in surprise and pleasure, yet quick to hid the physical emotions from the two men in the room. "Are you all right honey?" The older man forgot his son and ran to the young woman, putting his arm about her shoulder. Again she doubled over after a quick jolt of excitement hit her like a fist. This time she cried out. "Come lie down?" He tried to guide her over to the couch but she stopped him with a gesture. "No...upstairs!" Her voice was horse and the animal look in her eye telling Sport she was easy to manipulate. His father helped the fashionable woman up the grand stair and out of view, no doubt in his mind that she was going upstairs to relieve her sexual pressures. He did not need to query into her mind to figure out she would practically rape his father. In only moments, his amusement turned sour after he realized he had helped their relationship. The sexual energy she would bring to the bedroom would ensure his fathers happiness, something that did not entirely please him. Why should the old man get everything handed him on a silver platter, except the perfect son? With cruelty and a quick flash of mental powers, Sport send a complicated command set to Yvonne. He didn't even bother browsing her thoughts to see if it had connected, since he didn't want to discover the happiness his father was enjoying with the classy woman. The power was his and he took full advantage of it, Yvonne would lay with his father but would find no fulfilment with his organ. In fact, she could only achieve the greatest of sexual achievements, an orgasm, with the young man she had ignored. In fact, every time she would come around him, her body would tell her this simple fact by the excitement she would experience. Even her own hands would never be able to achieve the climax she would so desire. It would become so frustrating, getting excited but not being able to release that excitement, that he fully expected her to attempt a liaison with him. Almost an hour later, his father descended the stair, a small smile upon his lips, his eyes tired. While Yvonne come down a few moments later, looking disappointed and just a little disgusted. They were about to leave when she suddenly looked up into the eyes of her husband-to-be's young son, she shivered and then quickly turned away. Afraid to turn back. Yes, Sport thought, she would become a great addition to this household.