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[ Kim Possible ] Afternoon Affair	By : vzon20011 Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female Views: 59466 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, or it's characters. This is fantasy fiction parody fanficition. Don't try these ideas. This not for profit, just for fun.

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To much distraction going on in my life. New job, people in my personal life wanting more attention, bad case of writer's block. Anyway, Looks Like Ann, and Ron is in big time trouble. I wonder if the next chapter will be the end for them. Nope Kim isn't going to save them either.
Chapter 14,
“Who are you? What has happen to Ron! Is he hurt? Is he in need of medical assistance?! I am a doctor!,” stated Ann trying to keep up with the tall handsome stranger in a black suit who came to fetch her. He reminded Ann of the bodyguard types. The ones who occasionally hung out around the hospital when their clients needed neurosurgery. The handsome ones would make the female hospital staff swoon. Ann sometimes found herself tongue tied around them. Making her seem like a fool in front of her patients. The others were brutish looking. Which gave Ann the chills when they looked at her. It was a very good thing she couldn’t read their minds.
“Well ma’am, you can call me Dan. I work for a syndication production company that deals mostly with reality television. My orders were to have you come with me. I don‘t know anything else about Ron Stoppable‘s situation at the moment.” said Dan. Giving Ann a weak smile. He turned headed toward the area with the unloaded trucks. Some kind of small stadium had been erected since then. Tall tower lights were winking on one by one in the afternoon sky.
Without not much of a choice in the matter. Ann tied her sarong around her waist, and button up her white blouse completely covering up her red one piece swimsuit. She grabbed her clogs, and beach bag to follow Dan.
Other beach goers started to join them. Text message alerts could be heard coming from people’s mobile device. The owners had either been chatting with others, playing sports, reading books, or sunbathing.
“Awsome!!” shouted some as they went to follow, Shouting out to their friends in the ocean surf, “ It’s time to start!!”
“ Is this Extreme event some kind of sporting event?” asked Ann. She had heard about extreme sports from her kids. Having to stop the twins from using rocket powered skateboards they built once. “We deal with all types,” said Dan with a shrug of his shoulders.
A chain link fence was set up around the metal skeletal stadium of bleachers. One gate allowed the people to enter freely. Attendants were giving out slips of paper with seat numbers to the crowd.
Dan avoided this by taking Ann to another gate entrance that was only allowing people in with a pass. The bodyguard showed a laminate badge to the gate guard letting them pass through. Support staff, and crew of the make shift stadium could be seen going here, and there. Obviously, it looked like serious business was going on.
They went to a large trailer going inside. Ann could see people sitting in front of television monitors surrounded by equipment with switches. A man behind them leaned over giving them instructions. “All right, have camera one, and four pan around the crowd for a equipment check,” said the man. “ Hey Charlie, have you seen Johnny?,” asked Dan. “Yeah, he’s over there,” said Charlie pointing out the door to some bleachers outside. He went back to directing the cameras.
“Ma’am, please wait here.” said Dan. “ Where are you going!? Where is Ron! I demand someone tell me now!!!,” yelled Ann over the hustle, and bustle. Mostly over the popular music being played to entertain the gathering crowd.
Dan kept walking over to an unhealthy looking man who was standing under the shade of the metal bleachers yelling into a radio headset.
“Whata you mean they tried to kill the opening act!!!!!!!………….Well! Next time tell them not to dress like that!!!!!!!! DAMN! What do you want!!!!,” snapped out the man to Dan. Rubbing a handkerchief over his sweaty forehead. The little bit of shade the bleachers provided didn’t seem to be enough.
“I got the woman for the boss. Where do you want her Johnny?,’ asked Dan in a calm voice.
“ Wait aminuet,” said the unhealthy man dialing his mobile phone. After a short conversation. “ Take her into the arena to the ring.”
Ann was escorted out past the metal bleachers into the arena of the stadium by some ushers. Suddenly, without warning. There was a loud series of booms, and crackles of bright lightening all around her making her temporarily stunned. It was as if someone set off a fireworks display right next to her. Fierce scary demons ran up to grab her. Shrilling in some unknown language. Dragging her along the still sandy floor of the arena. Ann lost her clogs, and beach bag along the way. She tried to put up some resistance, but her captors kept her unbalanced. The soft warm sand kept her bare feet from getting traction.
Once Ann reached their destination her reeling mind took in everything at once. There appeared to be a wrestling ring in front of her. The naked form of Ron was tied spread eagle to a wooden shaped wheel just on the other side. Surrounding him, and Ann were more demons. Plus, some cameramen filming everything.
Now that Ann thought of it. The demons looked more like a tribe of south American Indians. The kind she’d seen on a documentary film once before. The skin from their foreheads down to their nose was painted blood red. Heads were framed by long black hair adorned with bones, and trinkets woven in. Beautiful tanned naked bodies were athletic. A product of living in the rainforests. Hands, and feet were painted red up to the forearms, and calves. Feathers were then glued around the edge of the paint by some kind of resin.
Each tribesmen held a long bamboo pole almost as tall as them. A thin leather string was tied around their waist. Holding something that looked like a pin cushion with feather darts sticking out. Then it hit Ann with realization. All of the tribesmen were tribeswomen! She couldn’t help to stare at the untrimmed pubes of virginal rainforests around her.
About three of them were near Ron rubbing their hands over his pale flesh. As if this was something new to them. One squatted down to exam his groin closely. Pulling, and twisting on his testicles. Causing him to wince visibly. To Ann’s blocked view. It looked like he was getting a blow job.
“Ron!!!!? What the hell!!!!!!?,” shouted out Ann. The sudden jealous emotion that she felt earlier came upon her again. “ Ann!!!!,” said Ron surprised to see her. He had hope she wouldn’t have gotten caught. He was also hoping she wasn’t still mad, but he could see the twitch of her eyebrow as she stared at him like it was his fault.
“ Who the hell is she!!!!?,” said a female voice loudly over the roar of the crowd from a loud speaker. Ann’s head snapped around seeing who was talking. Standing about ten feet off to the side of Ron. Was three tribeswomen, and an older white man in an expensive grey suit. The youngest tribeswoman held a wireless microphone. Next to her was a woman close to Ann’s age. She wore a cloak of exotic feathers that gave her an air of royalty. She unflinching stared down Ann as if a wild panther would it’s prey. The last woman was older than all. She could have been a shaman, or medicine woman from her dress.
“ I wanted Kim Possible!!!!, I told you if he was here, she’d be here!!!”, said the speaker turning on the grey man. About that time Dan had joined them. The grey man looked at Dan for an explanation. “ Sorry boss, Johnny said to look for a red head named Possible. So that’s who I brought,” said Dan putting his hands up in defense.
“I’m Kim’s mother! What’s going on here!?,” asked Ann trying to shake loose the hold of her captors. They pushed her to the ground for her troubles. The woman with the microphone eyes got large as if surprised. At this point, Ann noticed the woman wasn’t an Indian at all, but of European stock. Her skin was tanned from the outdoors, but not like the others. Hair was long from not being cut for a while, though shorter than the other natives. It was dark brown instead of black.
“ Who are you!?,” asked Ann risking it by sitting up on her knees.”
“ My former stage name was Andrena Lynn till your daughter, and Ron Stoppable got me arrested. My career was ruined because of them. Once I was released from jail. The only job I could get was working on some shitty nature documentary crew!”
“Well it was your own fault for being a fake, and kidnapping Brit Flag the Middleton quarter back,” said Ron. Trying to keep from getting turned on as the women rubbed his body. The one between his legs thought his penis, and testicles were very interesting. The more she played. The stiffer he got, and ball sack tightened.
“Shut up!!,” yelled Andrena Lynn angry.
The woman in the feather cloak said something in her language. This caused the tribeswomen to look tense. Andrena Lynn looked fearful to the Shaman. “ Queen ask what is going on? Why are you angry?,”
“ This is not my enemy! It is her mother!,” said Andrena Lynn.
The cloaked woman said something else to the medicine woman. “ Queen not care if she isn’t your enemy. She wants a red head’s head as promised.” With the last statement from the shaman. The queen threw back her cloak. Couple of tribeswomen ran to catch it like it was a honorable prize. The queen revealed to have a very nice body, but there was many visible scars that blotched her skin. What really drew the eye was four shrunken heads with red hair tied to her leather belt. Ann looked in horror.
“ What is the meaning of this?,” squeaked out Ann finally.
To be continued.
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[ Kim Possible ] Afternoon Affair