Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

Dark Mistress - Redux	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 17336 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I make no money from this story. I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
Dark Mistress

Written by fulwiz

Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

Warning: This story contains sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.

The story is KiAnGo. (And More) If you find this offensive, please don't read further.

Important Note: This story is the sequel to “The Middleton Pact - Redux.” If you don't read that first, you will be very confused.

CHAPTER 17: The Last Straw.

(September 9th 2007, 7:30 pm)

Lawrence Possible pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. The man and woman sitting across the kitchen table from him were surprised by the smile on his face. They had been expecting shock at the very least.

“This is so amazing! It's just like in Space Battles episode 7, when Duke Windskipper finds out his father didn't die in the Replicator Siege, but is in reality his arch foe, Dread Violator!”

June Possible turned to look at her brother, Slim. “Let's hope Jocelyn takes the news half as well.”

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Anne felt a familiar worry inside as she sat next to the young girl in the lavishly appointed bedroom. Physically Tara was fine, but she'd expected that. It was her mind that concerned the doctor. She knew from first hand experience how the drug could alter how a person thought. She'd thought she knew it's effects, but now she was uncertain. Tara was acting like a worst case scenario of the stereotypical dumb blonde.

Now Anne could see why Bonnie had been in such a worried state when she'd told her she wanted to examine Tara alone. Obviously she'd done much more to Tara than expected. Finding out just what had been done, and if it could be fixed, was her priority.

Taking Tara's hand in hers, Anne asked. “Tara, I need to ask you something. It may be difficult...”

Tara giggled, as she squeezed Anne's fingers playfully. “You can ask me anything Dr. Anne. I don't mind.”

“I need you to think back to what happened at Dementor's lair. If you can, tell me what you feel about that.”

“You mean after they captured me? Well gee... It wasn't much fun when they tied me down and fucked me. I mean, all they had to do was ask, you know? I love fucking, but a girl likes to be asked first before getting gang banged. I remember one time, I went into the boy's locker room by accident. The whole football team was in there taking their showers. I swear, it was like a forest of cocks! They were pretty surprised to see me that's for sure!”

Tara let out another giggle. “So anyways they asked me what I was doing there. And I told them it didn't matter, but since I was there why not have some fun? They sure as hell liked that idea! I could barely walk the next day, it was great!” Her smile dropped a tiny bit. “But they didn't tie me down. They let me have fun too. It was so different at the lair. That Dementor guy said all sorts of bad things, then they did all sorts of bad things. I'm so glad Bonnie let me kill him.” Another giggle escaped her. “The look on his face was just priceless! It was like I was fucking him with the knife, and there was Bonnie ripping his balls off at the same time! Just like he didn't ask me, we didn't ask him if we could do it!”

Anne kept her face impassive. She didn't want to give any hint of her thoughts to the girl. “How about after that, when Bonnie brought you here?”

“Oh it's been great fun! At first we talked a lot. Bonnie explained all the stuff that's going on. She's really smart you know? Always has been. She's a really good friend too. She says I can stay here with her and Ricardo as long as I want.”

“Do you want to? Stay here I mean?”

Tara nodded wildly. “You bet! It's great here!” Her head stopped bobbing, and she glanced slyly from side to side. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course you can Tara.”

“I didn't know it before I came here, but Bonnie's a lezzie! Well not all lezzie, kinda half and half, you know? She and Ricardo have been doing all sorts of naughty sex stuff with me! Oh! I guess that makes me sort of a lezzie too!”

“You like that?”

“I sure do! It's just the greatest! They make me feel so free!”

Anne thought about the girl's words. Bonnie had done what Kim wanted her to do, but that wasn't all she'd done. Getting the girl over the trauma of the rape, and obviously changing how she thought about such things as murder were one thing, Kim would have no problem with that. Even changing her into a sex maniac was, as Kim would say, no big. But turning her into a complete airhead? That wouldn't sit well with Kim. Anne needed more time studying the girl than she had now to figure out what to do.

Smiling at the younger woman, Anne said. “I guess that's all for now. Let's join the rest for dinner.”

A vacantly puzzled look crossed Tara's face. “That's it? Aren't you gonna even ask me about how well your drug worked?”

Anne's eyes widened with surprise. “Wait a minute! She told you?”

Delighted laughter came from Tara. “Of course she did. Like I said before, she's my friend.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

While the rest of Team Stoppable was busy digging up information on NRI and Global Security, Ron Stoppable was standing in line. The line was at the Middleton Bank, and he was hoping he'd get to one of the tellers before closing time. Next month, he thought, he'd see if Father Phred could do a direct deposit.

After depositing the check, with four minutes to spare, Ron stepped outside the bank. A dismayed groan escaped his lips as he noticed the piece of paper stuck to the windshield of the Ronmobile. It just figured. He'd spent almost five minutes getting the enormous vehicle parallel parked. He'd even fed two parking meters due to it's size. Only to wind up getting a ticket anyway. Life just wasn't fair.

It wasn't until he'd pried the paper from under the wiper blade that he noticed it wasn't a ticket, but a hand written note. Feeling relieved, he stood on the sidewalk and began to read it.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Shego wondered just what had happened while Anne had been checking Tara out. The two of them had returned to the lounge a few minutes ago with smiles on their faces. Now Anne was engaged an intense seeming conversation with her, Bonnie and Senior across the room. Over by the bar, James and Jack were refilling their drinks and talking golf. A smile crossed her lips as she looked over at Vivian and her father. Getting Pop Pop Porter to sign on wasn't going to be a problem. It seemed he was putty in his daughter's hands.

That left just one person to convince. Shego smiled as she returned her attention to the man sitting on the divan beside her. He'd pretty much latched onto her as soon as she'd arrived. Apparently kidnapping him, and helping in the plot to take over his semi-autonomous stock bots hadn't cooled Martin Smarty's desire to get to know her better. Not even telling him she was now married, and to a woman at that, had put him off.

If it came right down to it, she'd use her body to get what they wanted from the retail mogul. Hopefully it wouldn't be necessary. The demonstration planned for after dinner should be more than enough to convince him to throw in with them. With a mental sigh, she tuned back in to what he was saying about one of her least favorite subjects.

Martin took a sip of the expensive cognac. “For a while there things were going just fine. My son and I were getting along famously. It didn't last. No matter how hard I tried to understand him, he just got more and more distant. I just couldn't take it anymore. So I did what my father did when I was a teenager, shipped him off to military school.” He laid a hand on Shego's thigh. “Now I am all alone in my gigantic, expensive, and incredibly luxurious mansion.”

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Zita Flores-Renton watched the play of muscles in her husband's arms as he levered himself out of the bed and into his wheelchair. The bare bones, not even electric, wheelchair had been apologetically provided by the cruise line for their stay on board. Due to the small size of the ship's doors and corridors, he wasn't able to use his own high tech wheelchair. He took it with good humor, and she didn't mind all that much. The exercise it gave him added to his upper body strength. Something he'd put to good use in their, almost constant, newlywed lovemaking.

Right now, she could tell from the look on his face, sex wasn't on his mind. News had filtered down to them of happenings in their home town. Disquieting news concerning their friends.

Naked, she climbed out of bed and went to him. Moonlight, filtering in through the portal, shone on her light brown skin. “I'll pack while you arrange transportation.”

Felix Renton smiled at his beautiful wife. “You are sure you're OK with this?”

She returned his smile. “Yes. We've had a wonderful honeymoon and it's a shame to cut it short, but if we can be of help we need to go.”

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Kim's body arched up as the feather brought another jolt of searingly intense, yet painfully pleasurable, orgasmic sensation through her. Her butt smacked back down, sending a spatter of her pooled wetness through the air around her. She'd lost track of time. Lost count of her orgasms. Lost herself in the pain that accompanied them. It all mingled in her head as, time after time, the feather came to rest gently on her body.

Hope that it would end warred with the desire for just one more touch. One more moment of not knowing weather it would be pain or pleasure that ripped through her. Not caring which it was, so long as she could feel it. Her breasts heaved as she gasped for breath. She waited for that next moment to arrive.

The light and cool touch of hand on her cheek made her scream out. It was so different that her mind rebelled. Slowly, she realized her bonds were being released. Words floated out of the darkness.

“Lay still Mistress. It's OK. It's all over now.”

Hearing the words of sympathy and kindness, Kim began to tremble. It was over.

Light flooded her eyes as the blindfold she hadn't even realized she'd been wearing was removed. She squeezed them shut before they could focus. Arms lifted her, carried her. Darkness came again as she was deposited on a cool, dry surface. A new sensation flooded through her. It brought with it the knowledge that she'd been changed forever.

The light returned. This time she opened her eyes, ready to accept what she could see. She pushed on the door of the Genetic Zipper and stepped out on shaky legs. Her nerves had been returned to their normal function, but in her mind, she knew she'd always need and desire pain with her pleasure from now on. The thought made her smile.

From behind the control console, Betty Director echoed the smile on Kim's face. “Feeling better now Mistress?”

Kim blinked. Then she blinked again. “Yes. But I think something is not right. I think I'm seeing double. You have two eyes.”

Betty laughed. “No Mistress. You are seeing just fine.” She rounded the console and took Kim in her arms. “Anne gave me back my eye when she healed me. Funny, but I'd almost forgot how much I missed depth perception.”

Kim returned her embrace as she look into those two dark pools. “You are beautiful.” She let herself sag in Betty's arms. “Now find me a place to sit down before I fall down.”

A couple minutes later, Kim was sitting in the Dining Hall as Betty slid a bowl of soup in front of her. She looked at the bowl inquiringly.

Betty grinned. “You need to replace all the fluids you lost. I swear I've never seen anyone squirt so much in my life.”

Kim sampled the soup. Found it wonderful. Between spoonfuls, she asked.“You were there the whole time?”

Taking a seat beside her, Betty replied. “Yes Mistress. Anne asked me to watch over you, just in case.”

Kim grinned at the thought of her mother being so concerned that her torture went well. “I'm glad.”

Betty looked down, unable to meet Kim's eyes. “Mistress? Can I ask you a personal question?”

Setting down her spoon in the empty bowl, Kim nodded. “Of course you can Betty.”

“Why did you let it happen? You could have stopped it anytime. It seemed so extreme for... Well, for what you did.”

Kim reached out and lifted Betty head, met her eyes. “It was. But it wasn't just about what I did. It was a reminder.” She dropped her arm and took a deep breath. “You see, there's something about me that very few people know.” Kim chuckled. “Other than my family, and Ron, just a few babysitters who go into shock when they hear my name.” She gave Betty a sly wink. “When I was younger, I was much different than you know. For a few years, up until I turned ten, I was a self centered, tantrum throwing brat.”

She let her thoughts drift back to that time in her life. A time she rarely thought about. “I was worse than my brothers ever were. Hyperactive, destructive, cruel. Mom and Dad tried everything, from therapy to drugs, nothing seemed to work. The only person who could stand being around me was Ron. Proof, I guess, that he was just too stupid for his own good.”

Betty stared uncomprehendingly. “I never knew much about you before you started doing the whole saving the world thing. I certainly never heard anything about that. What happened?”

Kim shrugged. “I found an outlet. It was pure luck actually. Mom couldn't find a babysitter willing to watch me, so she wound up taking me with her to a self defense class she was taking. It was there that I found Martial Arts. At first I only wanted to do it because it gave me the chance to hit and kick people without being punished. Nobody was more surprised than me when I found out it also helped balance me, gave me a new perspective. For the next couple years, it was my life. If I wasn't in school, or asleep, I was at a Dojo. By the time I was twelve, I'd learned sixteen forms of Kung Fu, and how to channel my energies and thoughts in more useful ways.”

This enlightening bit of Kim's past made Betty feel closer to her Mistress than before. “So I assume that's what made you decide to get into the business of saving the world?”

Kim chuckled. “Nope. Back then all I wanted to do was lead a normal life. It was Ron that pushed me into being a hero. I'd set up a website advertising for odd jobs, to make a bit of money. Due to a typo, I got called in to save someone who thought they were asking for help from Team Impossible. It was Ron who convinced me to go for it. Things would be so much different if I hadn't listened to him.”

Hearing the wistful tone in Kim's voice, Betty asked. “Do you ever wish you had done things differently?”

“No. Even though I look back and see where I was wrong about so many things, I'd do it all again. That's what led me to here and now. I like where I am, how I am, who I have with me. You for example. If I'd turned away, I wouldn't have you as my very own.”

“Oh Mistress! I'm glad. So glad to be yours.”

Kim leaned closer and kissed her. “Now my pet. It's time for you to answer a question.”

“Anything Mistress. Just ask.”

“Did you enjoy watching me being tortured?”

Betty knew in her heart she had to tell the truth. No matter what the consequences. “Yes Mistress. I did. Very much.”

Kim smiled. “Good.”

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Junior looked up as Ron entered the Tower's command center. “Ron! You would not be believing the things we have been finding out about.”

With a shake of his head, Ron said. “Yeah. Umm. Tell me later.” He walked over to where Joss sat. “Joss? Can we talk?” He glanced around to see all eyes on him. “Privately.”

Puzzled, Joss nodded.

They left the room, with Justine, Junior and Rufus looking confused in their wake.

A few minutes later, in their private bedroom, Joss howled “Three years!?”

Ron's shoulders slumped. This was exactly the reaction he'd expected. “I don't like it any more than you do!” He waved the note in the air. “Someone knows. They will tell everyone we are sleeping together! With the way things are now, I could go to prison! We have to stop. At least until you are eighteen.”

The girl's hand lashed out, slapping him hard across the face. “You bastard! If'n I can't fuck you... Then... Consarn it! Fuck you!”

Ron could only stand there, stunned, as Joss left. He had a feeling it was for good.
- 16
- 17
- 18
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Dark Mistress - Redux