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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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Chapter 15, Andrena Lynn’s tale.
This chapter will contain: Story build up.
**********Author's note********* Thanks Nathanal_Wilkes, and my other fans for reading so far. In case your wondering about this story arc. I seen some cannibal movies lately that inspired this. Such as " How tasty was my Frenchman. Which I highly recommend. It had been on netflix till recently. It kinda reminds me of the movie " A man called horse, but set in south America. Another cannibal movie was Emanuelle and the Last Cannibals. I finally got yo see the full uncut version. It's not my favorate of the Emanuelle series to say. Still interesting though. These movies, plus others, and documentry films. Bits, and pieces of information that I read over the years was what I based this story arc on. ******************
“What is the meaning of this!? Who are you people!?” asked Ann. Pulling her eyes away from the four shrunken heads on the other side of the make shift wrestling ring. Their long red hair was tied to a leather belt around the waist of a primitive South American tribal woman called the Queen. The tribeswoman would have been beautiful if not for her demonic appearance. Bone, and wooden totems were infused into her wild black hair. Framing a face with the top half painted blood red from the nose to forehead. Visible scars were marked across her whole naked body above painted red hands, and feet. A number of thin crude leather bands were stretched tightly over her biceps. It didn’t seem to be a favorable position for Ann, and Ron to be captured by her. Surrounded by other naked tribeswomen, cameramen, and a baying crowd looking for extreme entertainment.
There were two women, and two men standing with the Queen. One of the women was older than most of the tribeswomen. She appeared to be the tribe’s shaman, or medicine woman. The other woman was younger, and appeared to be a tanned brown haired white woman that could have passed as a tribeswoman at first glance. She had been given a microphone by a an older grey suited man standing next to her. He seemed to be in charge of everything at the makeshift stadium. Dan the body guard was standing next to his side.
The tribeswoman lifted the microphone to her lips. “Well I shall explain. As I said before, your daughter Kim, and Ron Stoppable here ruined my life! After I was released from prison early due to my father‘s influence. I was informed that I was an embarrassment to the family, and would not receive anymore help. Needless to say, it took some time to secure a job. The only ones willing to hire me was a documentary crew as a film assistant. Can you fucking believe how humiliating that was for me! I had millions of fans at one time!” said Andrena Lynn with her fist balled up in trembling anger.
“I think I remember you now. Kim had talked about you, and showed me news reports of your arrest. Didn’t you have blonde hair before?,” asked Ann.
“ That was part of my old television persona! Besides, You try getting a hair stylists to come out into the middle of a freaken jungle!!!” Flared Andreana.
One of the tribeswomen guarding Ann couldn‘t understand English, but she did understood that Ann made Andreana mad. She lashed out with a barefoot kicking Ann down to the sand for insolence. The guard placed her foot on Ann’s back, and the end of her hollowed out bamboo staff on Ann’s neck. Her finger went to a feather dart dipped in tree frog poison stuck inside a small wooden block tied to her waist. The guard so wanted to use her blow gun right then, but had been given orders to wait till told.
“Hey you leave her alone!,” yelled Ron trying to struggle free of the bonds that held him spread eagle to a round wooden structure close by. He couldn’t remember how he got here. When he stepped out of the portable toilets earlier. There was a sharp pain on his left buttock. Almost like he was stung by a bee. The last thing that he remembered was being dizzy, and falling face first into the sand. Toes appeared before his eyes as everything went black.
The three tribeswomen that were rubbing Ron’s body stopped to see what the commotion was. Then went back to work after a stern glance from the Queen. She had commanded them to make the male sexually aroused. They were perplexed, and intrigued at the same time. The women had never known the touch of a man before. They were almost frighten away when his anaconda started to grow between his legs. The Shaman told them not to worry, and that one of them should pet it to make it happy.
After Ron’s outburst. The Shaman said something in the tribe’s language to one of the women, and she put her hand over his mouth. “MHMF!,” continued Ron.
“Anyway, as I was saying before being rudely being interrupted! My boss the documentary director decided to go to South America to document the mating habits of the balls on the chin cock bird near the Amazon river. Which I spent most of the time trying to keep his balls off my chin. Unfortunately for the documentary crew. The pretentious jackass didn’t listen to the guide who wanted us to steer clear of an area controlled by cannibal Amazon Amazons. He thought to have enough glass beads to buy us out of trouble. We were captured without mercy.”
“ The surviving crew was taken to the Amazon’s village. Where we were paraded before the Queen, and her shaman in the communal hut. I was separated from the others by the Queen‘s order.
“ Wait! What is going on!? Where are they going!?“ I had asked having a bad feeling. “They are going to be long pig. You on the other hand, will be the Queen‘s slave till she tires of you.” said the shaman said in broken English. I didn’t know the meaning of the fate of the crew at the time. It was real obvious of my fate as a rope was put around my neck, and I was forced to sit on the ground next to the Queen like a dog. With her holding the other end like a leash.
I worried about the last part of what the Shaman said about the Queen being tired of me. I could see many shrunken heads hanging about the hut. I was smart enough to know that help would eventually come, because most of the documentary crew were from rich families. I just needed to find a way survive till then. The only option I had was to try making the Queen happy enough that I might live.” said Andrena Lynn. Her voice got low at the last part. Thoughts went back to how the Queen, and the tribe were very surprised when she got down on all fours to began licking the Queen’s dirty feet. The taste would haunt her for the rest of her life, but it was what kept her alive, and to become the Queen’s favorite.
“ One day I noticed the Queen idly playing with some red hair shrunken heads while I sucked her toes. I ventured to ask the old shaman about them. She said that in their culture red hair is very powerful magic totems. The more you have the stronger your luck, and magic is.. This sounded like a golden opportunity for the revenge that I was seeking for my current predicament. I told the Queen through the shaman all about Kim Possible. I embellished enough that the Queen took the bait….er I mean she became interested in defeating such a great warrior.”
“ Finally the day came when the rescue party arrived. By then I had totally emerged myself into the Amazon’s tribal culture. In fact, I became a full warrior that day, and the rescue party members became much needed provisions for my tribe’s trip back to civilization. It was really very easy. All I had to do was use a satellite phone that was brought. I called a few people that I knew had major influence in show business. Letting them know there was a certain video that would really embarrass them. Even if there wasn’t a video. They couldn’t take a chance. So air transportation, and entry visas were provided from the government without question. As far as anyone was concern. We were all part of a traditional South American dance group.”
“ Using my past experience as a show organizer, and planner. I had this production company, ( Andrena Lynn waved her hand around.) on standby. Ready to film the humiliation, and defeat of Kim Possible by the Queen. I sent private detectives to watch Kim‘s, and Ron’s homes. After they called me to let me know that they were coming to this private beach. We all headed here. On the way, I sent out text alerts on popular social sites for extreme flash mobs to appear at trhis location . Throwing in some famous names. It didn’t take long for people to show up.”
“ It’s really surprising that your here instead of Kim, but now I think it would add more heartache for her to watch her mother, and boyfriend perish by these cannibals! Don‘t you think?” said Andrena Lynn to Ann smiling broadly with a toothy grin.
“Wait, this wasn’t part of the pre-planned script,” said the grey suited man who had been standing by listening.
“Don’t worry about it. Phil approved of it all recently,” said Andreana turning to him.
“Well he hasn’t told me a thing about it. I’m going to call him right now,” said the grey man pulling his mobile device out.
“Don’t bother, Phil is right here,” said Andreana rubbing her belly in a hungry motion smiling.
“Oh my God! Dan do something!” yelled the grey man taken back aghast at this revelation. Realizing this wasn’t all a publicity stunt. Dan moved his coat tail to reach for his gun. Instantly darts struck the butt embedding themselves in the handle.
“I wouldn’t do that. They’ve been instructed to give a warning first. Though I‘m sure your quit tasty.” said Andreana. Licking her lips.
To be continued.
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[ Kim Possible ] Afternoon Affair