Chapter 1

Sally Turner took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She touched the picture in front of her. Focusing her mind on the picture, Sally ignored everything else around her. Her mind began to fill with images. At first, if she did not know better, she would have just assumed that she was just remembering the picture. Moment by moment the picture became clearer in her mind filling in details until shortly, it seemed she was actually standing before the young girl in the photo.

The girl was Melissa Wong, a ten-year-old girl that was snatched from outside her school while waiting for her mother to pick her up. A man in a beat-up old truck had pulled up in front of her, he opened his door and reached out, boldly snatching the girl before she or anybody else knew what was going on. The last anyone had seen of her; Melissa was thrown across the cab of the truck. Horrified parents and teachers had watched helplessly as Melissa tried vainly to flee, she was seen trying to open the passenger side door. The man casually looked through the back window of the truck before he punched her in the face.

The man was wearing a hooded mask, hiding his face and hair. He was also wearing dark sunglasses covering his eyes. He quickly slammed shut his door, before racing off, away from the school, nearly running down several other students in his haste to get away. The police were quickly called; they found the reported stolen truck abandoned a short distance away. A forensics team was looking for clues from the truck; so far nothing had been found.

Sally was no longer looking at a flat two dimensional picture of Melissa. In her mind, Sally could walk right around the girl. She was standing in a pretty dress, smiling at her father who could be seen holding a camera up to his eye. Everything was perfectly still without a sound or movement of air. If Sally wanted, she could actually reach out and touch Melissa. That was not why she was here however. Sally had learned to use her abilities, to actually start the action, observing everything that had happened to the person contained in the photo, from the moment is was taken.

Sally could also fast forward the action to the present. As a insubstantial observer, she could move anywhere within about a kilometer of were the subject was and look at everything that was happening around her. After another moment to concentrate, Sally willed the world to start moving, she then sped it up till everything around her was moving at a blur. If she was not careful, she would become nauseous, trying to watch it all. It was only a few seconds later that everything returned to normal speed.

Sally was standing in a dark basement, the only light coming from under a door. She had just enough light to see Melissa, naked and chained with her hands over her head, leading, to a ring attached to the cinder block wall. Sally could see that the poor girl was still unconscious, slumped against her restraints. She could hear someone moving around outside the room. She knew there was not a lot of time to waste, Sally willed herself to move out through the door. The outer room was tiled and brightly lit. There was a metal table sitting in the middle of the room. A man was standing with his back to her, humming a wordless tune.

Sally could hear clunking noises from metal hitting metal. Moving unseen closer, she was horrified to see the man placing sharp knives, saws and other cutting instruments before him. She looked at him, he was a Caucasian, middle aged with a bald head. On his forehead she could see an upside down pentagram; she was not sure if it was a tattoo, or drawn there. He was dressed in a long sleeved black robe with the cowl thrown back exposing his head.

Quickly, Sally willed herself to move towards and then up the stairs. Ignoring the house around her, she found the front of the house. Moving out through the wall she turned and read the address by the front door 238; down the street she saw a street sign, Crescent Drive.

Sally let the images go from her mind and opened her eyes. Her father was standing close by, watching. "My God! You must hurry, he is going to torture and kill her," she cried out. "238 Crescent Drive! Please hurry."

Her words triggered a flurry of movement around her. Men and women talked quickly into cell phones and moved outside. Within moments police and ambulance sirens could be heard racing off. Detective Frank Turner, Newton P.D. moved towards his daughter and gathered her into his comforting embrace. "Honey, I need to know where she is exactly in the house and where you saw the man."

Sally quickly filled her father in on everything that she had seen. She wanted to go back and make sure everything was alright still, but her father would not let her. Frank took the picture away to be absolutely sure she would not try. Sally knew he hated using his16 year-old daughter like this. She insisted however and he could not really refuse to use such an invaluable tool as her, to quickly track poor Melissa down.

Less that 20 minutes later it was all over. Frank and Sally listened on the radio as the police tactical team quickly moved smashing in the door and heading directly for the basement where the girl and her captor were located. The man barely had time to realize what was happening before he was surrounded by several heavily armed police officers with all their weapons pointed straight at him.

"He has a knife!" Sally heard over the radio.

"For the Great Lord of Darkness!" a man's voice cried. A moment later the sound of several guns firing was heard.

"Suspect is down! Suspect down! We need paramedics."

Later that evening Sally was watching the news. "... Thomas Middleton was shot dead today after kidnaping young ten-year-old Melissa Wong. Unconfirmed reports say that a psychic was instrumental in the quick location of the victim.

Sally was sitting in the living room, with her mom Clair. "I am so proud of you. I know it must have been hard having so see what you did. Your father says it was one of the worst things he has ever come across."

"I know mom, I am just glad I could help. I think it would be worse if I knew I could have done something, but didn't. It just makes me glad, I don't personally have to go through that. As it is, dad says that Melissa has been very traumatized by all this."

Clair hugged Sally close stroking her daughter's long red hair. "Maybe you should try to get some sleep, you have had a long day."

"OK mom, that sounds like a good idea."

Sally hugged her mom again, she then stood up and went upstairs to her room. She slowly got undressed. She was about to pull on her night gown, when she decided to get a shower first. She left her gown on her bed. She walked naked over to her closet. Taking out her terry cloth robe, she put it on.

Tying it up around her waist, she looked at the mirror and realized that she needed to get a new robe. She had recently gone through another growth spurt. Her parents had already had to buy her a new wardrobe, that would fit her comfortably. The robe, when she was younger, had covered her to the knees. It now barely enclosed her larger 'B' cup breasts and extra 2 inches in height. The robe barely covered her pussy and left a good portion of her cleavage exposed for anyone interested in looking.

Knowing that it was just her and her mom in the house, she decided to risk the show she would put on and left her room, to walk down the hall to the bathroom. She closed and locked the door behind her. Shrugging off her robe, she let it slide off her body to puddle on the floor around her feet.

Sally stepped into the bath/shower combo and closed the doors. She bent over and turned on the taps adjusting the temperature of the water before standing back up. Taking the shower head down, Sally aimed the head away from herself she pulled up on the diverter for the shower head. Double checking the temperature and making some minor adjustment she put the head back up on its hook letting the hot water flow over herself.

Wetting her long hair Sally picked up her shampoo. Squirting some into the palm of her hand, she began lathering it into her silky tresses. Sally luxuriated in running her fingers over her scalp, soothing away the stresses from the day. Once all the shampoo was rinsed from her hair she picked up her bottle of body wash. She squeezed some into her poofy, building up a good lather she started to run it over her body.

She started on her upper chest but quickly proceeded down over her tits rubbing the slightly rough material over her sensitive nipples. Continuing down to her pussy, Sally stroked it stimulating her hardening clit. Sally dropped the poofy to the bottom of the tub and turned herself to face the flow of water letting the suds wash off running her hands directly over her flesh. One hand settled on her right tit moving occasionally to her left, fondling them and playing with her hard nipples. Her other hand settled between her legs; her hand ran over her bare pussy lips and played with her clit. She slid her middle finger inside her pussy. Sally imagined her mothers reaction, if she knew, her daughter had started recently shaving off her pubic hair, leaving her pussy as smooth as when she was a little girl.

Sally slid one at a time the fingers on either side of her middle one inside herself until she was pumping all three digits in and out. She kept up the stimulation until she felt her belly tighten, she started to unconsciously thrust her hips out, she had to force herself not to moan out loud in pleasure, when her orgasm washed over her.

She kept her fingers inside her pussy, squeezing down on them, riding out the pleasure her young responsive body was providing. Finally she pulled out her fingers, not letting the water rinse any of it away, she licked her own juices off... She waited until her breathing was back under control, enjoying the simple pleasure of warm water flowing over her body. The hot water was starting to run low, before she turned it off and stepped out of the tub.

Sally grabbed a warm fluffy towel and wrapped it around herself. Using a corner to wipe off her face, she grabbed a second towel and wrapped it around her head, making sure all her hair was contained. She continued drying off her body, enjoying the chance to rub and squeeze her tits again. She opened the towel and tossed it into the hamper. Sally pulled on her robe and tied it around herself, before she continued working on her long hair with the other towel.

She finished drying her hair and wiped the mirror, looking at the rat's nest on her head. Picking up her brush, she began to straighten out her hair.

"Honey, I am making some, tea would you like some?" her mom called through the door.

"No. Thanks anyway."

"OK. Night."

"Night mom."

Sally finished brushing her hair and left the bathroom. She walked straight across the hall into her bedroom. Still feeling horny, she wanted to do something about her itch. It must be true what they say about high stress, she thought to herself, fondling her breast again. She moved to her bookshelf and pulled out last year's school yearbook.