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Archive name: Power07.txt
Authors name: Caesar
Story Title : Disabled powers
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Disabled Powers - Chapter VII
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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.