There was an old man of Natal
Who was lazily fucking a gal
Says she “youre a sluggsrd”
Said he “you be buggered
I like to fuck slowly and shall”
Power of Incompetence (1)
A young handicapped boy discovers his ability…
Being stuck in a wheelchair doesn’t mean that Spurgeon is helpless. In fact, being born with crippled feet created his diverse and interesting personality. He is 16 years old, a somewhat difficult time for some, but an interesting one for others.
Spurtle is both, his life has been a constant struggle since his difficult birth from his mother’s womb. His mother died shortly after giving birth to him, and since then his father has resented him and mentally abused him until they barely see each other.
The story is not about his incompetence, but about his “ability”. An ability that was entirely generated by his mind. Some would consider the boy to be evil and crazy. Others may think he’s special and gifted. But the truth is that Spurtle is just a young man who happened to discover his powers at an early age, desperate for life.
His power is his thoughts. Nothing else, just ideas. But this ability was completely uncontrollable, and it was so specific that it prevented the young man from ever being able to fully utilize it. It happened when he was a child. When the teddy bear was beyond the reach of the young man’s hands, and there was no one else around, he merely held a great whisker for it, and then it flew over on its own.
After that, the same situation happened many times. Until one day, his father discovered his ability.
His father whipped him with a belt until he was so beaten that he fell out of his wheelchair. Since then, he has used this ability only in unoccupied settings.
Sometimes he listens to others or looks beyond the house. Spurt also has the ability to heal, like healing a puppy’s broken leg. But he can’t control the effect of the treatment on himself. It’s not that he can’t heal himself, but he feels that if his leg were to recover, he would lose the abilities he already has. So in order to keep his current abilities, he has to live with his useless feet.
(This concludes the preamble; the text follows.)
Tracy is Spurgeon’s best friend who is also her personal nurse at the same time.
When she started working for Spurt’s father four years ago, he was only 12 years old. In those four years, she had quickly become very familiar with him. They often discussed many things together, besides his abilities. She was the first woman in Spurt’s life. She would come into Spurt’s room early in the morning and help him out of bed, then fix him dinner, watch TV with him, and sometimes push him along for walks in the park.
But Tracy hadn’t noticed her patient’s cold reaction when she heard she was getting married. She’s twenty-eight and a very attractive woman. But for some selfish reason, it never occurred to Spurgeon that she had a life of her own outside of his home. Weeks passed like that. He decides he wants to use his powers.
She’s sitting with Spurt now, watching TV, and Spurt is connected to her line, trying to probe her thoughts.
At first he was afraid that Trish would find out what he was doing because he had never done anything like this before. He sent in some hints in her mind and made some changes. Then after a few minutes he knew he had succeeded.
Tracy turned to him and smiled softly. She stood, gathered the plates from the table, and left the living room. For a moment, Spurgeon suspected that the change he had made in her had failed.
But when she returned to the living room, Spurt casually asked, “Are you wearing panties?” . He wanted to use her answer to determine if his powers were working.
“Yes, I have it on.” She stood in the living room with a confused look on her face.
The second quiz was ready. Spurt smiled and asked, “Can you take it off?”
“Right here?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
She very calmly lifted up the corner of her shirt and then began to remove her panties. Spurt was now convinced that his powers were completely effective against another human being. He was even taken aback by the fact that he could influence another person’s behavior so easily. He watched as the cotton white panties casually and slowly slid down Tracey’s slender legs.
What’s he going to do now?
He had never thought beyond that; he had started out just wanting to keep this best friend of his by his side through the coming hours together. And his ability to do that was so effective that it made it easy for her to pull down her panties in front of Spurt.
Although he is confined to a wheelchair, his desires are no less than those of the average teenager. But because of this he is often overwhelmed with frustration, and he often blames his weak feet for it, but not to the point where he would heal himself. He prefers his abilities to this.
“Do you like it?” Tracy gave Spurt a smile he hadn’t seen before, pulling him out of his own world of thought. But he hadn’t realized her question: “Or do you want me to put it back on again?”
His answer came naturally out of his mouth, “No, don’t.” He held out his hand and she put the panties in his hand and walked towards him.
She bent down and kissed his nose and lips teasingly, “Do you think I should wear panties tomorrow?”
The warmth of her breath struck Spurt’s face, and he was suddenly startled to realize that Tracy had never kissed him or spoken to him in the tone she was using now. Could this be how she was treating her fiancé?
“Please don’t,” he said, not very successfully hiding his embarrassment, “I like your idea…”
She kissed him again, and interrupted him by continuing, “Nothing under the dress?”
“Yes,” he stuttered a little: “wear nothing.”
She straightened up : “I’ve never thought about it before, but the feeling of being in your neighborhood without panties turns me on.” She quickly turned around and walked into the kitchen before Spurt could speak.
He clutched the panties in his hand and suddenly realized that he already owned them. The sensation made him feel very lewd and aroused. He spread the panties open and savored every inch of it. His heart was beating so fast that he didn’t realize that Trish was watching him from around the corner of the living room with contented eyes… This is one of my favorite articles, the whole text is 23 times, unfinished, the author probably didn’t want to write it. It’s a rare masterpiece in articles about mind control. It’s not an original story this time, so the progress shouldn’t be too slow.
What? The death of the Devil King? Uh… let’s talk about it.
Power of Incompetence (2)
A week went by and there was absolutely no mention of what had happened that day in the conversation between Spurt and Tracy.
Trish had once casually told him that she and her fiancé had blown it, forever. That couldn’t have gone over better with Spurt. But without Trish’s adoring smile and the panties pressed under his pillow, he actually still didn’t quite believe it was true.
After that day, Spurt stopped using his powers on Tracy. He shifted his target to a girl across the hall. Her room was directly across from his. Spurt found that he was getting more and more comfortable with his powers.
Her name is Claudia, and she has taken non-stop pleasure in teasing Spurt for as long as he can remember. She’s a cute 15 year old girl who takes off her bra and panties in front of her window from time to time, and frustrates Spurt to no end before she pulls down the curtains.
It happened on the third day after “that day”, when Claudia began to tease Spurgeon again by stripping off her clothes and dancing in front of the open window. Lying in his own bed in the darkened room, Spurgeon again felt frustrated and angry. Hate and lust flowed through the veins of his entire body. Why did she keep doing this to him?
She was obviously dancing on purpose for Spurgeon, who was in the dark room opposite her. She had previously cursed Spurgeon as a “dirty cripple” and said that he peeped at her through her window at night. Yes, he was watching her, but it was she who had started the relationship.
But this time as she swayed her ass in her room, Spurt began to try to control her body. At first it didn’t seem to work for him, but after a while he was startled to realize that he was making some kind of psychic contact with her body. He looked across the room and saw her standing in front of the window with a surprised look on her face, wearing her favorite dance outfit (leotards for aerobic dancing). She knew she had no control over her body. It was the “dirty cripple” across the street who was in control now. Of course she didn’t know that.
Spurt began to move her hands to remove those ugly things from her body. Quickly her clothes disappeared from her body revealing her young breasts.
Spurt didn’t stop there. He moved her hands and slid them up her ass, which was almost identical to the boy’s, and began to remove her panties. This was the first time he had seen so many parts of the female body. As she pulled her panties down, Spurgeon saw her unborn slit. Of course he knew about the female physique, but he had never been fortunate enough to enjoy the pleasure of a real sight.
She stepped out of her stripped panties, fear filling her face as Spurt forced her legs apart.
He made her stand up straight so he could visually enjoy her body. She had curly coffee-colored hair, slim limbs and ass, barely there breasts and hard, dark red nipples. But his favorite part was the cleft of her vagina. It started at a cute little hill and went down until it disappeared between her legs.
She turned slowly until her back was facing the window and then she stood obediently. Spurt could see her firm buttocks and lean backside. Her hands held her hair high.
Spurt was going to ask her to turn around again when suddenly there was a knock on the door behind him. It startled him and cut off his psychic connection with Claudia. She quickly drew the curtains and knocked out the light in the room.
“Do you want anything? Spurgeon?” It was Ethel, a middle-aged woman whom her father had hired to help him with the household. She just wanted to know if Spurt had wanted her to do anything for him before she went to bed. Spurt told her no and hid the bulge in his crotch.
Power of Incompetence (3)
Today was one of the few times a father would have dinner with his only son. But it was just a routine. Because the father would just keep reading the newspaper during the meal and completely ignore his son.
Spurtle sat next to Tracy and across from Ace. And Betty, the cook, served the meal and then sat in a corner of the table.
Usually meal time is a very relaxing and enjoyable time for Spurtle. He could eat and talk and laugh with three women. But as soon as this man appeared, all conversation disappeared. It was almost a silent dinner, except for some polite conversation.
But this was going to be a special dinner for Spurt. Earlier in the day he had planned to see if Trish was really normally in a dress nor wearing anything. But his father’s presence had dissuaded him. Not only would he not be able to put his desires into practice, but Trish would be coming home at the end of the dinner, and he would then have to wait until tomorrow to examine her.
Spurt decided to have his adventure while dinner was going on. And the idea made his body quiver with excitement, which luckily no one noticed.
Under the table, Spurt placed his hand on his beautiful nurse’s knee. He immediately watched the expressions on everyone’s faces except Tracy’s and no one seemed to notice. He let his hand rest there and waited for several minutes to see if Tracy would show any sign of revulsion. But there was nothing.
Spurgeon lifted her skirt up with his hand and touched her thigh, the marvelous touch of female flesh striking him with wonder and fear. He spread Tracy’s thighs slightly, but she remained unresponsive. She continued to eat slowly with only a light smile on her face.
The trembling hand continued to glide over the smooth skin, and little by little, Spurt moved upward. Always anticipating that she was about to stop herself, but praying she wouldn’t. But she didn’t stop him at all, but she didn’t help him either.
His fingers felt the smooth, soft skin of her inner thighs, but he felt the other side of her thighs preventing him from continuing, so he drew his hand away from her warm flesh. Tracy’s skirt had been lifted up to near the heel of her thighs and her legs must have been completely exposed under the table. Spurgeon was eager to see her legs, just as he had the last time she pulled her panties down. He put his hand on one of the feet away from him and gently pushed on her knee, causing her to spread her thighs wider.
Again, Tracy neither gets in his way nor helps him.
Then he pulled the other foot toward him, leaving her feet wide open in a V shape under the table. He returned to the base of her thighs once more, feeling her warm skin once more. He climbed upward again, but was confused when he noticed a wet heat.
But only by completing his journey could he understand why this damp heat was there. His first discovery when he reached the bottom of the valley was a clump of curly, warm grass, which was easily parted by his fingers, revealing the hot, wet cracks in the grass and the folds beside them. At first Spurt only touched her crack with his fingers, moving them up and down the sticky wet furrow. He found a hard bud at the top of the crack and a juicy hole just below it.
In fact, Spurt was surprised when his middle finger disappeared into her vagina and went right up to the third knuckle. He glanced at her quickly and saw that she was biting her bottom lip slightly and was staring at her plate.
He pulled his fingers deep in her cunt out and returned to caressing her plump thighs, then once again ran his fingers and palm up and down around her crack.
Tracy moved only once, when he touched her bud and manipulated it with his fingers. Her body visibly shivered and her lower body wiggled even more violently as his fingers played with it. Worried that someone would find out that her unusual behavior was a consequence of his, Spurtle set the hard bud aside. returned to her cunt and began a slow, in-and-out activity with two fingers until his father put the newspaper down to signal the end of dinner.
Dinner was over, and so was the secret game of Spurgeon and his nurse. Betty returns to the kitchen. Ace and Trish cleaned up the dishes, and when Trish came back into the dining room to take the rest of the dishes out, she realized that her little patient was licking his fingers. They both blush at this and rush off to do their own thing.
Power of Incompetence (4)
Although the teenager lives away from the general public, his knowledge of life is not therefore in short supply compared to the norm.
Especially about women. He knew why a woman got wet down there and what it meant when she started rocking her hips back and forth.
Later that night, after he had touched his nurse’s pussy for the first time, Spurgeon lay in his own bed ruminating on the day’s events. It was still early in the day, but he easily returned to his room on the excuse that he had eaten too much dinner.
After dinner, Spurt had observed an unusual flash of light near Tracy’s ankles. Her skirt was still a foot above her ankles, but it still caused a slight obstruction to Spurtle’s vision. Still, he immediately understood that it was the liquid from her ass running down her feet. Especially when there were no panties to stop it, it naturally flowed straight down to her ankles.
Spurt connected himself to Tracy’s thoughts in a subconscious situation. When he began to hear Trish’s voice ringing in his head, Trish was already at home. Her voice spoke of something about fingers.
Spurgeon soon realizes that she is masturbating and her mind is full of him.
Masturbation was an activity that Spurt was very addicted to, although it always left him feeling empty afterwards.
But as he listened to Tracy’s fine words, his hand unconsciously slipped into his pajama pants and stroked his rising cock.
She thought back on the day’s events, but her recollections were often interrupted by the pleasure she gave herself. Sometimes she remembered when she touched Spurt or when he looked at her. Or the simple, raw teasing he had done to her.
Visions of dinner, when his hand had played with her sex, and the ensuing burst of pleasure that tingled her whole body, came into her mind. She remembered the sound of her own voice when Spurgeon had asked her to remove her own panties, the sound of her own voice, and what she’d told Spurgeon about how the sensation of being naked down there while she was beside him had turned her on in an extraordinary way.
Though miles separated Spurtle and Tracy, images of Tracy still flooded Spurtle’s mind like a tidal wave. As he silently accepted the voices, he rubbed his hand up and down his cock. As Tracy’s orgasm hit, a flood of pleasure and confusing images crowded into Spurt’s consciousness and he released his cum with all that energy.
After both had climaxed, Spurt sent signals indicating love and desire to his nurse. In Tracy’s bed, her hands remained in her vagina, but her consciousness eased into sleep in love for Spurt.
Power of Incompetence (5)
Ethel was quite a handsome woman, and she might have been very attractive a few years ago. She had been married, but her husband had been killed in action during a war a few years after Spurt was born. She is a friendly and gentle woman, and Spurt feels very much at ease just being around her, and he turns to her whenever he is feeling down.
Two days passed, and it was obvious that Tracy was overstepping the boundaries of friendship in her attitude toward him. From time to time she let her body make contact with Spurt’s hand again and again.
But Spurt didn’t do anything about it, perhaps he was enjoying the mind and body hunger that Tracy was creating for him. Instead he sent her a burst of signals that made her want to masturbate whether she was around Spurt or not.
Spurgeon and re-imported a set of womanly morals into her consciousness that made her try to touch Spurgeon’s hand or shoulder whenever she was near him and look him in the eye as if she were suggesting something. But Spurt played dumb every time, and he enjoyed the dumb game.
Around this time, Spurgeon decides that he wants to get inside Ethel’s head. But what he saw shocked him; Ethel was a lewd and lustful woman who did the exact opposite of what she appeared to do. Spurgeon discovers that when Ethel is on vacation, she always runs off to a remote bar and takes a man home for the night.
Again, Spurt realized that just as much as she liked sex with men, she liked sex with women, something Spurt hadn’t thought about in the past. But it turned him on to death. While she worked hard to clean her home, her thoughts were often of her friends with whom she spent her evenings having fun. Spurgeon invaded her consciousness and changed it to his liking.
He starts by putting a thought in Ace’s head that she should follow him around and watch him carefully. He also made her feel like she wanted to work at his side all the time and follow his orders, not his father’s. Spurgeon wants to run some tests on Ace, tests that are different from Tracy’s.
So on the day of Tracy’s vacation, Ace spent more time than usual around the mobility-impaired teenager. As she bent down to make Spurt’s bed for him, Spurt suddenly placed his hands on her rounded hips.
Elsie immediately turned around and screamed, “Spurt!”
But Spurt smiled at her and reached out to grab her breasts.
“Do you realize what you’re doing?”
Of course they both know that.
“It’s, it’s not right.” Her voice was drawn out.
“I like you, Ais.” He smiled, “And I would be very angry if father found out what I found.” Ais didn’t answer because she didn’t know if he was serious or not.
He tried a different approach “I’m sorry, Ais, you’re so beautiful that I couldn’t help… but of course you wouldn’t like a cripple.” He created a sympathetic expression.
His movements and the connection of his mind forced Ace to act. She stepped forward and put her arms around Spurt.
“I’m sorry, Spurgeon,” she kissed his forehead “I certainly don’t mind that you’re crippled.”
Spurgeon still looked hurt, and leaned his head toward Ace’s.
“Only…” Just then, Spelt reached out his hand and grasped the breasts hanging centimeters below his jaw.
Ace’s movements came to a complete halt.
Spurt continued to move his hands until he had touched even the very edges of the breasts. After a while, he moved his hands back down near Ace’s stomach and pulled up the sweater that was in the way.
Now his hands were on Elsie’s bra, through which Spurgeon could feel her warm skin. His mouth whispered next to Ethel’s ear, “If you want to keep working here, don’t put a bra on me starting tomorrow.” He placed a kiss on her neck and then sat back in his wheelchair, releasing Ace.
Ace immediately stood up straight and put on her sweater. She frowned and looked at him for a moment, then quickly turned and walked out of the room.
That night, Spurt sent several waves of electricity to the woman who felt confused inside. But without forcing her to comply, at least not directly. The next morning, when Ace woke him up, it was obvious that her breasts had lost the protection of her bra.
Spurt stared unabashedly at those huge breasts under her sweater. As his eyes gazed at those two breasts, Spurt realized that the nipples on both sides were erect. This pleased him immensely. But Elsie was unusually cold to him today; she just went about her daily chores mechanically without even looking at him.
As Elsie was about to lift Spurgeon from the bed and help him into the wheelchair, Spurgeon spoke up and said, “Elsie, take your clothes off.” She didn’t answer, she didn’t even look as if she had heard, she just silently sat Spurt in the wheelchair.
After she finished her work, Ace stood up and faced Spurt, raising her sweater to her neck. But her eyes remained oblivious to Spurt’s presence. For his part, Spurt was rightfully aroused as he stared intently at her large, white breasts.
He examined Ace’s areolas, which were about the size of ten-dollar coins, and some of the lines around them. With trembling hands, Spurt pushed himself up against Ace’s side and then reached out to touch the fleshy globes. He looked up at Ace pleasantly and realized she was biting her bottom lip.
“You can put down your sweater now.” Ace did as he said and then immediately left the room, but Spurt’s next command stopped her.
“Now pull your skirt up.” Spurt’s voice was shaking, and it was evident that he was quite aroused. She stopped where she was for a while, looking as if she was pondering how she should react.
As Ace’s hand gripped the hem of her skirt, Spurt felt an electric current run through his body, complete control of someone was so pleasurable to him. He could make this woman do anything he wanted. Even though it had been hours since his last direct connection with Ace, her behavior was still under his control. Spurt loved that feeling.
“Higher!” Ace finally pulled up her skirt so that Spurt could get a clear view of her lower half.
But what he saw was a pair of pantyhose that came down to near her waist, and a pair of panties underneath them, and what he wanted to see was completely obscured by these two barriers. Still, Spurt reached out to caress her and found the little hillock hidden under the pantyhose.
Ace wasn’t young for her age, and while her hips were going to be big compared to Tracy’s, they were still attractive.
Spurgeon knew the little mound between her legs hid something he was dying to find out.
“I don’t like pantyhose, I want to touch you here,” he pressed hard on her clit area “and here,” his other hand gripped her sweater covered breasts.
“So please never wear any bras or pantyhose again.”
He sat back and watched her angrily leave his room. Spector quickly tested her thinking and decided that she could not tell her father anything about Spector’s orders. Then she was left to deal with her emotions on her own.
Power of Incompetence (6)
Sprocket has not seen Claudia since that day (hereinafter referred to as Tia), outdoors she deliberately avoided Sprocket, in the house also closed the curtains tightly, in any case, just avoid Sprocket by all means. So Spurgeon has to rely on his ability to communicate with Tia. One night, when the lights in both homes were out, Sprocket unleashed his ability. He realized that Tia had fallen asleep, and a sleeping person is more receptive to some subconscious commands than when awake. Shortly afterward, her curtains opened wide and the electric lights came on.
Just like last time, she wore just as nothing this time, she moved a chair and then sat down by the window. Her hand stroked down to her private parts, her legs spread wide and her whole body trembled slightly. Spurgeon let her play with herself so that he could have a good show. But he didn’t think he could see very well, so he had Tia place her thighs on the cushions on either side of the chair, so that Sprocket, who was on the opposite side of the chair, could also see her every move clearly. Tia’s masturbation show went on for about a few minutes.
Suddenly the door to her room opened and a woman in a one-piece nightgown walked in, a woman who was so shocked by Tia’s actions that she couldn’t even close her mouth. Spurt guessed that this would be Tia’s mom. Her sudden appearance interrupted the connection between Spurt and Tia and brought Tia out of her stupor. She immediately ran back to her bed crying and wrapped herself in the quilt. Her mom’s mouth moved a few times as if she was saying something, but Spurt didn’t pay attention. After a while, she walked out of Tia’s room, taking the door with her.
Spurt began to worry that the woman would tell her husband what had just happened. So immediately, he found her consciousness and altered the negative emotions she had aroused when she saw her daughter masturbating dramatically. This alteration was unleashed when she returned to her room and saw her husband.
The way things were going was curious, so Spurgeon began to want to see with his own physical eyes. He fancied he could see across the room, and almost simultaneously he found himself in Tia’s room. He saw a crying Tia, but couldn’t hear her cries, not to mention that something much more interesting awaited him now, so he continued on.
He saw a dark room, and at first he couldn’t see anything, but after his eyes adjusted to the moonlight and the streetlights, he saw that in the room there was a large bed with a man lying in the center, and in his crotch there was a human head that kept rising and falling up and down. It was the woman from earlier. By reading her memories, Spurt learned that the man’s name was Bill, Tia’s father, and that her name was Jane. Spurt then stood there watching Jen’s behavior, at first he had no idea what was going on, it wasn’t until Bill woke up and lifted the towel off his body that he realized what Jen was doing.
Bill held Jen’s head down with both of his hands as she still struggled to suck Bill’s cock up and down, but her long hair was blocking all view, and though Spurt kept moving his viewpoint, he still couldn’t get a good look. But he could kind of imagine the comfort of having a woman under his span, licking and eating his cock.
Jen had finally finished servicing her husband and now she was in for a treat. She looked up at Bill with eyes like a hungry tiger. Quickly, she pulled off the loose nightgown she was wearing, climbed on top of Bill, aimed at his slightly glistening cock, tugged off her panties, and sat down on her ass. Spurt was just out of his mind looking at this from a very close distance, he was totally mesmerized. Bill was holding Jen’s ass, his lower body moving up and down in time with Jen’s movements, a look of joyous ecstasy on both their faces. Bill nibbled on Jen’s nipples as he picked up Jen’s panties and rubbed them against her ass. Spurt struggled to see where the two of them were joined, but still couldn’t make it out. Soon both of them reached their boundaries, and Spurgeon saw a kind of stupid looking expression on Bill’s face and guessed that he had ejaculated, but it was the sad and slightly pained look on Jen’s face that startled him. They lay flat on the bed like dead men and hugged each other. Spurt knew the night was over.
Spurt then planned to go back to his class, but Jen climbed out of bed and headed out the door. Spurgeon then followed her and watched as she sat down on the couch in the living room, spread her legs wide, and then began to masturbate. Spurt could only vaguely make out her outline this time; there was a triangular black area between her legs, and her fingers rubbed roughly there as she quickly reached another wave of orgasm, one that her husband had been unable to give her moments before. Jen lay back on the couch and adjusted her breathing.
Spurt’s consciousness was suddenly pulled back to his body, and he saw that his cock was spewing out a trail of cum that landed on his chest. He found himself panting fiercely. Spurt found the outside world to be exciting and interesting, there were a lot of women out there, doing a lot of things he didn’t know about, and Spurt wanted to meet more women if he could. And everything was possible as long as his powers were alive and well.
Power of Incompetence (7)
There was a strange atmosphere at today’s gathering with the three ladies of the house. Betty was puzzled by the unusual quiet at the table. Ace kept her eyes on her plate, and Trish kept looking at her patients with great anticipation. Spurt, however, was unusually spirited, at times marveling at Betty’s cooking and at other times asking irrelevant questions.
While everyone was eating, Spurt began to play with Trish’s body, using thought interference to make her feel a sharp tingle in that area of her pussy, especially her clitoris and labia minora. Tracy had to either wiggle her ass in her seat or put her legs together and rub them up and down to soothe the unbearable pleasure in her body a little. At one point she even put her hand up her skirt to release the tension that had built up there, but it didn’t help much. For Spelt had noticed her actions and sent an order for her to stop. So Tracey had to eat with everyone while her body was in a state of heightened arousal.
It had been three days since Spurt had ordered Ace not to wear underwear in the house. It was obvious from Ace’s rippling breasts that she wasn’t wearing a bra, but she was still wearing pantyhose on her legs, which made Spurt a little angry and determined to punish her a little. He put his hands on Ace’s thighs with the intention of feeling his way up to her ass.
But then Spurgeon realized that Ethel’s pantyhose only came halfway up her thighs and were attached to her waist by a garter belt. Feeling pleased with this, Spurgeon immediately told Ethel to pull up her skirt and slowly turn around so that she could admire her new outfit. Elsie was in fact still wearing a pair of panties, but they were obviously not the right size and most of her labia were exposed, giving Spurt a good view of her triangle. Spurgeon ran his hand up and down her leg, squeezing her thigh or sticking a finger inside her cunt and stirring it, but not doing anything else.
After dinner was over, Spurt pushed his wheelchair into the kitchen and then watched Betty from right behind her, watching her as she went about her business in the large kitchen. Spurt scrutinized every tantalizing curve of her body, Betty was a woman of Latin descent with dark hair and beautiful bronzed skin. Spurt had never noticed her firm, almost boyish body until he had seen the other women in the family.
Spurgeon cuts off Betty’s muscles while she’s tidying up the counter, and in less than a second she’s lying on the counter, completely paralyzed. Spurt listened to Betty’s heart and knew that she was screaming out in fear at the sudden paralysis, but unfortunately not only were her arms and legs paralyzed, but even her mouth couldn’t make a sound. All she could do now was to stare helplessly at the floor, for her eyes were not able to roll, and she had only her hearing still intact.
Spurgeon pushed the wheelchair over to her, “Betty, what’s wrong with you?” Ignoring Betty’s fear, he reached down and pulled her skirt up, down her long but thin legs, over the slight mound under her belly, and pulled her skirt up completely to her waist. “I’ll help you, but you’ll have to follow all my orders from today on, what do you think?” Spurt stroked the tender flesh beneath her panties while delivering a command piece by piece with his words.
Spurt pulled her panties down to near her knees and Betty’s petite ass and narrow cleft were unobstructed before his eyes. Spurt spread her legs apart and scrutinized every inch of her, Spurt noticed that Betty had very little hair on her body, there was little cover on her mounds, and her inter-femoral area was bare from the front of her crack to the back of her anus. Spurt proceeded to spend a moment studying her anus. Then Spurt inserted a couple of fingers into Betty’s hole and he found that Betty’s hole was very tight, even tighter than even Trish’s, and she was also very dry, which Spurt didn’t like.
Spurt pulled his fingers out and stroked Betty’s ass a few times before once again starting to alter her thinking so that she would forget that she had ever felt fear but remembered every move that Spurt had made on her and that she would obey any of Spurt’s commands in the future. Spurt didn’t forget to protect her personality a little at the same time so that his orders wouldn’t interfere with Betty’s natural reactions.
Spurt released his hold on Betty’s body and then slowly left the kitchen, not even looking back, although he felt his cock come up to his stomach.
(to be continued)