Healer's Touch
Copyright© 2007 by dragontattoo
Prelude
Erotica Sex Story: Prelude - When Katrina Littlebird decided to accompany Prince Rand back to Venus, she expected that she would have some adventures. But until she met Charles, she didn't realize just how much adventure she was going to have. Charles was just getting over a bad relationship. Did Kat have what it took to convince Charles to take a chance on her?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Science Fiction Slow
Earth, 2093
"Mom, please," Katrina Littlebird protested as her mother dragged her away from the principal's office. When her mother turned away to unlock the car, a couple of young boys ran up to her. One of them threw a rock at her.
"Freak, freak," one of the boys yelled. Katrina cried out in pain as the rock struck her temple and broke the skin. Tears welled up in her eyes as blood trickled down her dirty cheek. She had learned from experience not to let them see that they hurt her. Wiping the blood away with her hand, she automatically reached up to heal the wound herself, as she always did.
"You will not!" her mother exclaimed hotly. "It is not natural."
"Mom, please!" she begged.
"Aren't you already in enough trouble as it is?" her mother said, her voice filled with ice. "I already have to appear in front of the judge and explain why my first grader cannot abide by the "No Power Act."
Katrina cringed. She really hadn't meant to break that stupid law. It had just happened. For as long as Katrina could remember, she had had the ability to heal herself and others with a touch. But in 2081, the congress had passed a "no power" law in public schools, dictating that students that had been gifted with abilities weren't allowed to use them because it would make the majority feel inadequate and cause all kinds of social issues. So, instead, it was the gifted children that suffered. Academically Katrina had been barely passing before she had gotten expelled for her "crime." Socially she wasn't doing even that well. She had only one friend.
Later, Katrina decided, she would have done the same thing all over again. Her best friend, Alice, had fallen off the monkey bars and broken her leg. Katrina couldn't very well let her friend suffer when it was in her power to heal her. Unfortunately a few of the other students had seen her, and, like typical kids, they had gone to the teacher and told on her.
Planet Earth, 2103
"Kitty, over here," called a short, elderly man. Katrina smiled as she walked over to greet her grandfather. She was wearing a cap and gown, and holding her diploma. Behind her stood the Institutional Teaching School. It's drab-colored bricks blending with the dark woods that stood behind it. ITS, as Katrina and the rest of the girls who attended call it, was just as dreary on the inside as the outside. Katrina's mandatory ten year sentence was done. She had been but six years old, when the judge, in his wisdom, had sentenced her to finish her education at ITS.
But what doesn't kill me, makes me stronger, she thought.
"Hi, Gramps," Katrina said and gave the old man a hug. She smiled at him. Even as short as Gramps was, Katrina, who had never grown much taller than five feet high, still had to look up to him. Katrina, or Kat as she was known by her friends, looked around for her mother.
"Where's Mom?" she asked, already knowing the answer. Kat was a realist but the six year old girl inside of her, still longed for her mother's love and understanding.
"Ah, Kitty..." Gramps said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"She didn't come, did she?" Kat asked as the last hope inside of her died.
"No, sweetheart. I tried to convince her to come..."
"Don't worry," Kat replied with a small smile. "I shouldn't have hoped for that. She never once visited me at ITS. I don't know what I was thinking." She gave him another quick hug.
"Well, it's time to take you home," he told her as he picked up her bag.
"Gramps, I'm not going back to the farm with you," she said.
"What! It's your home, girl."
"It hasn't been my home for a long time, Gramps, and I won't live under the same roof with her. Besides, I'll be emancipated in the next few weeks, if she doesn't fight me on it," she explained. "I love you, Gramps, but this is what is best for me."
"But you're so young, Kitty."
"There's nothing that I need to know to live outside that I haven't already learned," she said, her voice calm. She no longer was the impulsive child that she had been. In the last ten years she had grown from that child to become a disciplined young woman. She now kept a tight rein on her feelings and an even tighter one on her abilities. She had fought her normal inclinations to heal herself and allowed herself to heal in the same manner as other children, just to make sure that she would fit in.
