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Abducted	By : pbow320 Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female > Kim/Ron Views: 9192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

Ron Stoppable struggled to regain consciousness although he could still smell and taste the chlorophyll that had knocked him out. He recognized the taste in his mouth from the dozens of times he had been captured over the years. "KP, where are we?" he automatically questioned, still unable to open his eyes to see where he was. He tried to move a hand to his face to rub the grogginess from his eyes but found he couldn't move his hands more than a inch or two above his head. The sounds of chains rattling and the tightness around his wrists and ankles told him he was manacled in place, another common occurrence for him in his World saving lifestyle. It suddenly registered in his still foggy mind that he was stretched out on his back, spread-eagle on some kind of bed or cot.

"Kim isn't going to be able to rescue you." Ron heard the voice that he thought sounded familiar. "At least not for a while. She thinks you got a call from Yamanouchi to help out with the Lotus Blade and might be gone for a week or more."

"Who are you?" Ron queried as his eyes opened but his vision was still blurred. "You sound like someone I know."

"Oh you know me Ronnie," the female voice giggled, "although you usually look right through me whenever I'm around." Her voice became harsh and demanding. "But you won't ignore me now! I'll make sure of that!"

"Tara?" Ron asked as his eyes finally focused in the huge but sparsely lit room. He could see a workbench and hanging tools situated along one wall and a furnace was over in another corner. The rest of the room was filled with old furniture and piles of boxes. He got the distinct impression that they were in a basement or cellar from the bare cement walls and the small slit windows that were set high up in the walls. Before him stood a petite, platinum blond cheerleader dressed in... nothing. Tara was naked, standing over him with an out-of-place, wicked, almost evil smile on her otherwise beautiful face.

"So you do know who I am Ronnie," the girl smirked in mock surprise, her arms folded underneath her ample breasts. "For a while there I thought you couldn't see me at all. That I didn't exist in your exciting, Kim Possible filled world." The last four words were filled with malice and venom.

"What's going on here Tara?" Ron begged, struggling against the bonds that held him to the cot. He felt cold and realized he was naked also, chained to a Spartan, metal, twin-sized bed.

"What's going on here?" Tara demanded in a harsh tone, her temper rising with each moment. "What's Going ON HERE? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S GOING ON HERE! I'M GONNA MAKE SURE YOU NOTICE ME!! THAT'S WHAT'S GOING ON HERE!!"

"Tara, calm down," Ron soothed to the platinum blond (both collar and cuffs matching he noticed) cheerleader, knowing that was one way to un-tweak someone who was highly tweaked. "People don't think straight when they're all excited or mad. I know that cause I don't think straight when I get angry."

"You? Angry?" Tara tittered and blushed like a little schoolgirl, her emotions doing a complete one-eighty in one second flat. "I don't think I've ever seen you angry Ronniekins." She sat down on the cot beside his hips and snuggled close across his chest. "And I have been watching you Ron. I've watched you for years and..." she let out another titter, "...I've had a crush on you for just as long."

"Tara, why am I chained to this cot?" Ron asked as he tentatively tugged at the chains securing his wrist, "and why are we both n-n-n-n...?" His brain partially shut down at the thoughts of what could happen with them both in their au naturel state of undress.

The platinum blond crawled atop Ron and laid out fully on his body, wriggling as she answered. "We'll both graduate from high school next week and I've never had a boyfriend for most of that time. I'm still a virgin and I don't like all the guff I get for remaining true to you Ronnie. I know we're suppose to be together for the rest of our lives and I just want to consummate our wedding." She gave him a lingering kiss on his left nipple then practically beamed a smile at him.

"Actually Tara, it's only the middle of October and we still have a semester and a half of high school left to go," Ron stated calmly. "And besides all that, we're not married. KP and I are suppose to get married next Summer. You're invited and I think KP said something about you being one of her bridesmaids."

"That's a lie!" Tara growled as she grabbed the sides of his face and dug her fingernails into his cheeks. "Kim is NOT going to marry you! I just did not more than twenty minutes ago!"

"Tara," Ron laughed nervously, "I think I'd remember if I got married to you and I don't remember that."

The blond female calmed down and placidly writhed across the blond male body beneath her. "Oh, we got married Ronnie-pooh. It was a beautiful ceremony on a tropical island on the beach. The sun was setting behind us and the sky was filled with reds and yellows and purples that looked like a cathedral's stained glass window." She paused in her erotic meandering on his body and looked into his eyes. "At least I think that's what happened. Or was that a dream?" Tara's face contorted in thought for a moment before she shrugged and nestled into his body again. "I don't care, I just want you now. I'm still a virgin and I want you to be my first Ronniekins. We both know you want me. We've talked about it often at night when we're cuddling in bed together. But you keep saying you don't want to make love to me until after we're married. That‘s why we had the ceremony on the beach."

"I've never been in bed with you," Ron blurted out. "I haven't been in bed with anyone yet. Well, except KP, and that's only because we were tired after a mission and we didn’t do anything but sleep and cuddle."

"I know you're still a virgin, like me," Tara smiled down at her captive audience. "I can sense those kinds of things. You're still pure as the driven snow and we'll lose our virginity together." She scooted down Ron's body a bit so her nether region was atop his. She ground her pelvis into his still soft manhood that was coming to life on its own accord despite Ron's trying not to get aroused with the sitch. "Now be a good boy and make love to me like the good husband you promised you'd be."

Ron fought the normal teenage urge to send blood to his lower body part but realized his hormones were betraying him fast, especially with a beautiful naked blond lying on top of him. For some unknown and inexplicable reason, a plan suddenly formed in his blood deprived brain. (Of course the blood was leaving his brain and heading to a certain anatomical part south of his waist... and I don't mean his right knee!) "Tara, Sweetheart, wife, I'd love to make love to you but these chains are making it difficult. I can't touch you properly like I should. Could you get rid of the chains, please and thank you?"

"Oooooh, do you really mean it Ronniekins?" Tara cooed and moved up his body a bit to undo his manacled wrists. Ron's hopes soared as he thought if she released just one of his wrists he might be able to subdue Tara and bring his captivity and this whole situation to a halt.

"No," Tara stopped in her tracks and backed down his body.

Ron's hopes plummeted with that single word. "Why not? If my hands were free I could caress your breasts or start working on your feminine smile. I know you'd like that. Me working on your button down there, making your juices start to flow so you'd be ready when we make love."

"But you'll try to get away," Tara whined with a good imitation of Kim’s famous puppy dog pout look on her face. "I finally got you away from Kim and I'm not gonna let you go now. You're mine. You're all mine now and I'm not gonna let you go back to that red-headed tart ever!"

"Why would I go back to Kim," Ron tried to turn on his charm, which he knew he had very little of, "when I have a beautiful woman who's madly in love with me right here?"

"You say that now," Tara huffed as she snuggled into Ron's chest more but dug her talons into the sides of his neck, "but if you ever got free you'd dash back to that red-haired hussy. You always say you got her back. Well, I don't want you to have her back, I want you to have mine!"

"Tara! Air!" Ron gasped as Tara’s slender fingers had shifted slightly and she was throttling his airway.

"Oh, sorry Ronnie," Tara cooed and took her hands from around his throat. She stared at the fingernails of one of her hands for a second before a smile graced her face. "I seem to have punctured the skin on your neck," she said in pure fascination as she held the hand in front of Ron's face. He saw a few droplets of blood oozing down her fingernails and finally felt the trickle where her nails had been embedded in his neck. Tara lifted her delicate hand to her mouth and quickly sucked the red, life-giving fluid from each of her digits. "You taste sweet Ronniekins," she giggled and blushed, "and a little cheesy."

"Cheese," Ron uttered as a connection came to mind with that single word. "Where's Rufus!?"

Tara leaned over to one side to allow Ron to see most of the room beyond his feet. She pointed to an area that had previously been blocked by her body, just out of Ron's vision. "The little guy's okay, I made him his own habitat." She lifted Ron's head off the bed so he could look over his chest and feet which seemed to be a little higher than normal. He finally got a look at the corner Tara had indicated. Rufus was trapped in an elaborate, colorful maze of plastic hamster-style tunnels and tiny box-sized rooms.

The petite rodent banged his tiny paws on a wall in panic and squealed, "Help!"

"Rufus!" Ron yelled in anguish as he ferociously turned on the platinum blond. "How could you treat my Little Buddy like that!?"

"He's a mole rat Ronnie," Tara stated in a matter-of-fact sort of way. "They live underground in tunnels and little rooms, I looked it up on the Internet. He should be happy where he is."

Rufus pounded on the Plexiglas wall even harder, brought his hands to his throat as if he were suffocating and keeled over in a dead faint.

"But Rufus ain't like other mole rats," Ron tried to reason with his captor. "He has to be free to roam around. He gets closet-phobia if he can't occasionally get out and about."

Tara let Ron's head drop back onto the sparse bed. He suddenly realized why his feet were higher than his head. There wasn't any pillows or sheets on the bare mattress and both of the steel frame headboard's legs must be partially bent so his feet were a few inches higher than his head. That meant the blood was also rushing to Ron's head. He thanked the Almighty that, while it did make him a tad dizzy, his blood wasn't flowing as fast to a certain other body part below his waist. (And I don't mean his big left toe either!)

"Ron!" Tara's voice snapped him out of his discovery. "Ron, you shouldn't be worrying about Rufus just now. You should be focusing on me, your wife. I have needs Ronnie and I want what is due every wife!" She clamored atop him again and snuggled down to work on his manhood with her mouth.

"Tara!" Ron yelped as her mouth took his partial flaccid-ness in her oral cavity, "Please Don't! I'm saving myself for later!"

"There is no later," Tara spat back at the blond boy after his dick had slipped from her lips. "There's only now and I WILL have you!" Her tongue seductively licked up his cock and she slurped it deep into her waiting watery mouth.

The door to the basement flew open and crashed into the wall, breaking one of its hinges. "Stop Right There!" Kim Possible, dressed in her new mission clothes, yelled and raced down the stairs followed closely by two of Middleton's Finest in Blue. Well, Officer Hobble and the other Police Officer cautiously descended the steps after Kim had reached the bottom and nothing diabolical had happened to her.

"KP!" Ron cheerfully hollered back. The fiery redhead raced over to the cot and yanked the platinum blond off her partner.

"NO HE'S MINE!" Tara yelped and thrashed about in Kim's strong grasp. "WE JUST GOT MARRIED AND IT'S OUR HONEYMOON!"

The two Officers took the bare-bottomed girl into custody, putting handcuffs on the struggling blond which calmed Tara slightly. She still tried to get away but the fire had mostly gone out of her.

"What's the charges Miss Possible?" Officer Hobble queried, not sure why they were disturbing a young married couple during their honeymoon.

"Kidnapping and false imprisonment to start with," Kim informed the two cops. "Tara and Ron are not married. Tara isn't in her right mind and she abducted Ron from his house."

"Oh, it's time to check her Cuckoo Clock," Officer Hobble said suddenly understanding the situation and nodding. "Very well Miss Possible." He took off his jacket and draped it over Tara's bare shoulders, covering her nakedness. "Come along Miss. We have a very nice doctor who'd like to talk to you about your wedding." He turned to Kim and pointed to the bed as the other Officer steered Tara to the staircase. "Miss Possible, will you take care of Ron there?"

"I'll help out Ron," Kim assured the Police Officer as she sat on the edge of the bed and started to unlock the manacles around Ron’s ankles.

Satisfied with the resolution to the situation, the two Middleton Police Officers escorted the now sedate platinum blond up the stairs. "But Ronnie is suppose to be mine," Tara whined as she was led away.

"Ron, are you alright?" a concerned Kim begged as she released the last restraint from Ron's wrist and quickly hugged him tight.

"I'm fine KP," Ron said as he sat up and hugged his fiancé and savior, "but Rufus might need a hunk a cheese the size of Rhodes Island right about now." He quickly got off the bed and went to release his Little Buddy from the habitat. When Rufus was free he leapt onto Ron's face and hugged his Big Buddy hard, panting to catch his breath.

"I figured as much," Kim laughed at the reunion before pointing up the stairs. "I have a wedge of Cheddar waiting for him up in the car as a reward."

Hearing this, Rufus perked up and squeaked, "Cheese?" The little guy's nose went to work and he swiftly leapt from Ron's face to the floor and scurried up the steps.

"You brought Rufus a wedge of cheese and didn't bring me anything?" Ron asked in disappointment, kicking at the cement floor as he walked back over to the bed and Kim. "Not even a Naco?"

"Rufus was the one to lead us here Ron," Kim confided as she stood to caress Ron's face. "Remember? Wade removed your tracking chip. Rufus volunteered to have it placed in him because he cares about you. We followed the signal to here after Wade received an anonymous hit on the website that said you were going to Japan and the chip never left Middleton."

"Oh!" Ron sighed in realization as he wrapped his naked arms around his girlfriend. "Rufus doesn't deserve a wedge of Cheddar. He deserves a whole wheel!"

"We'll have to see to that later," Kim cooed as her hands left Ron's face and went to the hem of her purple mission shirt. The apparel swiftly left the redhead's form and was followed quickly by her pants and undergarments. "But right now I want to make sure Tara didn't harm any of MY Ron."

"K-KP," Ron warily stuttered, "I thought we weren't gonna do this until our wedding night."

"I almost lost you Ron," Kim murmured and pushed him back onto the bed. "I don't want to wait any longer if there's even the slightest chance of that happening again." She laid him down on the bed and, placing her hand on his shoulders, forced him to stay there while she moved on top of him.

"KP," Ron said loudly as he sat up.

"Are you going to put up a struggle?" Kim laughed as she moved to push him back down.

"No, no," Ron chuckled as he swung his feet around in the other direction so his head wouldn't be lower than his feet. He laid down and stretched out in a spread eagle position. "At least not unless you want me to."

Kim laughed lightly as she loosely reattached the manacles to his wrists and ankles. "We don't have to do it this way if you don't want to, but I'd love it if you put up a bit of a fight."

Ron writhed on the bed under Kim's intense advances. After a minute a cheesy smile graced Ron's face. "KP, do these restraints need to go into the Police evidence room right away?"

Kim laughed as she prepared to mount her boyfriend. "I think these manacles might magically disappear before we suddenly find them in, say, the tree house or one of our rooms."
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