My Newfound Abilities (Bethany)

My name is Patrick, I am 52. According to the doctors, 9 days ago, I was involved in a car accident that put me in a coma....2 days ago, I came out of it.

My first memory upon waking was of the nurse that was at my bedside, her name tag read Bethany. She looked to be in her mid twenties, long brown hair, tied back in a bun, a kind face, and a voluptuous body that her light blue scrubs did little to hide. I woke as she was leaning over me to check some instruments that were helping to keep me alive. My eyes opened and the first thing I saw was her cleavage, a deep valley of skin that beckoned to me.

After the shock of waking and the flurry of activity that followed I was moved to a private room from the ICU and, thankfully, Bethany remained my nurse.

Yesterday she had come in to take my vitals and this is when it happened.

"Hello Patrick" She smiled sweetly as she entered my room "I need to take your vitals". She approached me and held my wrist as she measured my pulse and then checked my oxygen levels and temperature before asking if there was anything I needed. Silently, in my head, I wished she would bend over again so I could get a glimpse down the front of her scrubs.

To my shock, a strange look came over her eyes, as if she was daydreaming, she came up to the bed again and bent down over me, not reaching for anything, just bending. Her scrub top gaped at the neckline and I was treated to a view of her cleavage, her blue bra holding the soft swells of her sizable breasts. A tattoo of a rose on her left breast was partially visible and she held the position for a least a minute before taking a quick breath and raising her hand to her chest as she straightened up. She looked embarrassed to have been leaning over and mumbled an apology before leaving the room quickly. I lay there, stunned.... was it possible? Did she react to my private thoughts?

It was almost too good to be true.... could the accident and coma have revealed a mental skill I had not know of??

When she came back a few hours later to check my vitals again I decided to test out my suspicions. "Hello Patrick" She still smiled but there was an uncertainty to her demeanor now. I nodded at her in reply and let her do her duties before thinking a command "Bethany, lean over again, and let me touch you".

The same empty look, the same automatic movement. She bent down and the front of her scrub top fell away from her body, my view was identical to before, her breasts, contained in the blue bra, her cleavage bared to me. Holding my breath, I raised my hand and brushed the side of the her scrubs, pressing lightly on the side of her right breast. She did not react, merely holding position as I slowly increased the pressure.

I looked into her eyes and saw nothing but compliance, no recognition that my hand was on her breast. I squeezed lightly and received no reaction, just the slight rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. "Damn" I thought. "I 'can' control her."

I lowered my hand and as soon as the contact was broken, she took a deep breath and looked at me, standing quickly and adjusting her scrub top. She looked confused, "Wh---what just happened? I..... I should go Patrick.... I have other patients" With that she turned and left, leaving me to ponder my newfound abilities.

Today, I have been notified of my release, the doctor has given me the all clear to go home. I wait, as the hours pass and finally a nurse comes in with some papers to sign. I am saddened that is is not Bethany, but a middle aged nurse. I sign the papers and am told that a cab has been arranged for my trip back to my house.

As the cabbie drives me back home I vow silently that I will see Bethany again, no matter what it takes.

I arrive home and after dealing with my car insurance company and auto rental place, I log on to my laptop and find the hospital website. My career as a coder comes in handy as I find the private staff directory and locate her HR file, containing her full name and address.

I take another cab to the auto rental and obtain a new vehicle, which will serve until I can purchase one. I settle in and make the drive to her residence, a garden apartment not far from the hospital. I park the car and approach the door, knocking lightly.

She opens the door, a look of shock on her face, she is wearing a oversize sweatshirt and a pair of shorts that highlight her long legs, she is barefoot and holding book that she was reading. "Patrick?!? How did you..... why are you here??

"Bethany" I say quietly. "Please take a step back and let me in." Her eyes glaze over and she drops the book on the carpeting as she steps back. I enter the apartment and close the door behind me. I reach for her waist, and pull her close. She does not resist as I lean in and gently kiss her, our lips meeting. I hold the kiss for a moment before my hand slides up, once again pressed to the side of her breast. She gasps lightly as I make contact, I squeeze her breast as she stands there, her eyes registering a flicker of recognition of my touch. "Bethany.... can you take off the sweatshirt for me?

She slowly raises her hands to the hem of her sweatshirt, her eyes belying the internal struggle she faces. She lifts her sweatshirt up and over her head, her long brown hair falling free as she reveals her torso. Her breasts are encased in plain white bra, her pudgy stomach, highlighted by a belly button piercing hangs over the waistline of her shorts. She drops the sweatshirt and her hands rise up a bit, seemingly wanting to cover her chest but not moving more than an inch.

I reach around her and my fingers find the snap of her bra, which I undo with ease. She stares at me, a look of fear in her eyes, as I lower the straps of her bra down her arms. "Pl---please..... don't..... don't hurt me" she mumbles, unable to resist as the bra falls away from her breasts.

Her nipples are peaked, the large pink areloae puckered. The rose tattoo on her left breast stands out on colorful contrast to the pale flesh surrounding it. "Hurt you?? I have no intention of hurting you Bethany... on the contrary, I want to make you feel wonderful" I reach for her naked chest, my fingers tracing lightly over the supple mounds. I hear a sharp intake of breath from her as I begin to rub her nipples. She leans, unwillingly, towards me as my hands cup her breasts, her eyes closing momentarily as I squeeze lightly. I kiss her again and to my delight she kisses back, pressing her body close to mine.

"I.... I don't want this" she says quietly, her eyes wetting as she speaks, but her body remains pressed to mine, her mind torn between fear and desire.

"Bethany.... take me to your bedroom" I command her and she turns for the hallway looking back at me, the struggle in her mind becoming pronounced. She walks slowly towards her room, her wide hips and large ass swaying provocatively.

I follow her into her room, a pastel colored sanctuary dominated by the four poster bed, covered in floral patterned comforter. She stands still, regarding me with dread, nude from the waist up, her breasts heaving as as she draws heavy breaths, her arms plastered to her sides, unable to cover her nakedness.

"Bethany, please remove your shorts" Her eyes well up with tears as she unbuttons her shorts and slides them down over her hips and generous thighs. She is wearing a pair of panties, mostly lace, that hug the curves of her ass and barely cover her swollen folds.

I smile as my eyes rake over her, my erection hard in my jeans. I revel in the feeling of complete control, of unchallenged power. "Now the panties my dear,* Her face is ashen as she complies, hooking her fingers into her panties and slowly sliding them down, her trimmed pubic hair now visible, hiding the slit of her pussy.

I command her to lay on the bed and she does so, her ass cheeks sinking into the soft mattress. She lays back and her heavy breasts flatten and spread over her chest. I approach the bed and look down at her terrified face, the only part of her that reveals her true state of mind. I gently part her legs, the folds of her sex now revealed to me, wet and plump, her clit a small nub. still hooded. I reach down, my fingers on her inner thigh, her breathing hitches as I begin to stroke her labia. Her fingers grasp the comforter, her knuckles turning white with the effort.

I slide my hand up her folds and reach her clit, which I begin to rub gently. Her body jerks as make contact and her eyes squeeze shut. I hear her voice, a tremulous whisper, begging me to stop. "Pl-please...... don-don't do this"

I ignore her pleas..... stroking her clit harder, her body now reacting, her hips involuntarily rising to meet my hand. "No... oh god.... no" She tries to resist but the she can feel the warmth building in her core, a unwanted sensation, a betrayal by her body as she feels herself growing wetter.

I speed up the rubbing, her clit now very prominent. I can feel her growing excitement, the way her pelvis lifts and the heaviness of her breathing. I know she is close and I use my free hand to unzip my pants, my erection springing free.

I have chosen this course of action, this violation of her body, and there is only way this will end.. I move my hand from her clit and quickly lay on top of her, my penis now resting on her folds. Her eyes widen in shock as I begin to push, parting her labia and entering her warm, wet cavern.

Once past her vaginal lips I thrust, sliding along her inner walls, filling her, my cock bumping her cervix. Her eyes stare at mine, full of fear and shame as I claim her. My thrusting causes her breasts to sway, the sound of my hips meeting hers forms a rhythmic cadence.

Her pussy is tight, wet, and it grips my cock as I move within her. The sensation overwhelms her body quivers, her mouth open in a silent scream as she climaxes, against her will. Her legs wrap around me as she convulses in an orgasm she never wanted. I brace myself against the bed and start to move quicker, the box spring underneath us squeaking loudly as I continue to fuck her. Her cheeks are wet from the teardrops that escape her eyes as she tries to resist, her mind ordering her hands to push me off, her legs to close, but no movement occurs as her body is now subservient to my desires. She can do nothing but allow me to use her. Her eyes screw shut as she desperately yearns for this nightmare to end.

Minutes pass as I continue to thrust into her and finally my cock spasms, my muscles tighten up and I feel my seed spurting into her warm depths, a final humiliation that tears at her soul. She looks at me in defeat, her eyes vacant and unfocused.

I rise from her, my now softening erection slipping from her folds with a wet sound. I look down at her and although a hint of regret appears, it is overridden by a sense of power. Then and there, I decide that my course is laid out before me. I am what I have become, a predator.

I zip up and bend to kiss her mouth, she lies unresisting, her strength gone for the moment. "Thank you Bethany. you were marvelous." I turn and exit her bedroom, making my way through the apartment to her front door. I open the door and leave, making sure to close it behind me, my mind already imagining my next conquest.

Bethany lies still on her bed, her thighs wet with her fluids and the dribbles of semen that leak out of her pussy. Slowly, as I am driving away, my control over her fades. Whether her mind blocks out the terror of the assault or my powers strip her memory, within a dew minutes she cannot remember any of it, the only evidence is the wetness between her legs, which she writes off as the physical manifestation of a particularly horrendous nightmare. She rises and heads for the shower, her consciousness blissfully of the trauma she experienced.

I drive home, the images of her nakedness, the way she felt, the way she climaxed by my doing, all reverberate through my mind, as well as make me certain of my decision to allow this ability to be employed again.