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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 02: So The Naughty.

(September 6th 2007, 10:35 pm)

“Private Party, No Admittance”. So read the sign on the ornate door of Upperton's most exclusive club. Inside the club's main lounge a thirty piece orchestra played. Strains of a big band era romantic classic flowed over the couple swaying together on the dance floor. The woman, in her flowing gold gown, rested her head on the shoulder of the tuxedoed man. Had anyone been close enough to hear, they would have noted she was purring. No one was. Aside from the extremely well paid staff of the club, they were alone.

The woman lifted her head as the tune ended. Her large furred ears twitched in echo of the amusement filling her catlike turquoise eyes. “This is evening has been so wonderful Ricardo. I still can't believe you reserved this entire place just for me.”

He smiled. “My dear Bonita. I felt it best we not be disturbed by gawkers, or those who might inform the constabulary of our presence. Besides, what good is it to be extremely wealthy if you cannot spend it on something you desire?”

The musicians began another number. One with a much faster tempo. It didn't appeal to her mood. She started to move toward the table where their drinks awaited. She was unable to. The arms that encircled her waist did not let go. “Ricardo?”

His smile became something more as he looked at her. “You wish to stop dancing yes? I too think it is time we ended this dance.”

Bonnie trembled in his arms. Thoughts she'd been trying to suppress all evening came to the fore. Only now did she understand he felt the same way. “I do. So much... But what about Junior?”

His smile took on a more familiar mien. It was the one he had when he was plotting a work of villainy. “Are we not evil? Dealing with my son can come later.” He drew her closer. Pressing her body to his. “Much later.”

The grin she gave him was feral and not just because of her fangs.

Minutes later, they exited the club. The laughter that followed them sent chills racing down the spines of all who heard it.

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Bleary eyed, Shego groped for the button that would shut off the alarm. Her hand landed on something round and warm. She blinked twice as her sleep fog mind cleared slightly. The beeping continued and apparently fondling Anne's breast wasn't going to stop it. Shego climbed over the sleeping redhead and frowned at the alarm's time display. 9:00 am was much too early in her opinion. She shut off the alarm and sat up on the edge of the bed.

Twenty minutes later, she was striding down a door lined corridor, freshly showered and naked as the day she was born. Early this morning, before everyone stumbled off to sleep, Kim announced that anyone who wanted to could go naked in the lair. The idea was met with unanimous approval. Shego was never one to be overly exhibitionistic, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Now that she'd slept on it, the idea was growing on her.

None of the doors she passed were marked, but she knew she was heading in the right direction. She could smell coffee. Turning a corner, she saw Yori. The young ninja was attaching a metallic looking sign to the wall beside a door. Obviously she'd found the right place as the sign proclaimed this was the dining hall. Yori too had adopted the new undress code. Hearing her approach, she turned and smiled. Shego returned her smile. During last nights event the two of them had become much closer. Most everyone had.

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Betty Director rubbed a finger under her eyepatch. Her new ocular implant was irritating the still bruised skin around her eye socket. It was also irritating her mentally. Her previous implant had been destroyed in the electronic pulse attack on Kim's old lair. The last thing she'd wanted was a new one, especially since her previous one had been partly to blame for the attack in the first place. Not getting it replaced was out of the question though. As far as her subordinates at Global Justice knew, thanks to Wade's manipulations of it, the old one had saved her. So first thing this morning she'd gotten the replacement. This time, once she got back to the lair, she'd have Wade work his technological magic on it. This one would not betray her or her mistress.

For now though, she was getting some use out of it. She was sitting alone in one of GJ's interrogation rooms. What she saw through the implant was just outside the room. A feed from one of the many surveillance cameras located in the headquarters building. Three guards sat in hard plastic chairs. Each was awaiting their turn in the room with her. One was looking very nervous. She returned her sight to normal and looked down at the folder with his name on it. Her investigation into the missing robots had turned up some interesting things.

She stood, went to the door and opened it. Skipping over the next two names on her list, she called out the name of the third. The nervous one. “Trooper Thayer? Please come in and have a seat.”

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John Viceroy blinked his eyes as he emerged into the prison exercise yard. The combination of morning sun and hundreds of orange jumpsuits were enough to make anyone's eyes water. He felt the prodding of the guard's nightstick in his back. He'd known this moment was coming ever since the Council passed sentence of life imprisonment on him. Two words floated through his mind as he moved further into the yard. General population.

Unlike more mundane members of law enforcement, he didn't rate any special protections. Once the Council turned him over to prison authorities his past became irrelevant. Neither the warden or the guards knew or cared that he helped put some of the most dangerous people in this place here. From this day forward, he was a walking target. He'd be spending the rest of his life on the lookout for a homemade sticker, or worse, in the back.

Almost immediately, his worst fear was realized. Over by the basketball court a group of prisoners were sitting at some picnic tables. Viceroy found himself staring into a pair of coal black eyes surrounded by a burn scarred face. Viceroy had good reason to know the short man's scars covered more than half his body. The scars were there because of him. It had been over ten years since he'd taken Peter Kindle down. He could see the hatred burning in the eyes of the man known to the villain world as Pyro Pete.

Viceroy knew he only had a couple choices if he were to keep breathing for any length of time. He could prove he was tough enough to get on the list of people that nobody messed with. Chances of that happening were slim to none. The other was to get in with someone already on that list. If he could suck up, figuratively and probably literally, to someone bad enough he'd be left mostly alone. He didn't like either choice and it looked like he wouldn't get the chance anyway.

Pyro Pete rose from his seat and began walking toward him. Viceroy was about to turn and look for a place to hide when he felt a muscular arm drape itself over his shoulders. Two things happened at once. Pete stopped his advance and the owner of the arm spoke.

“Looks like you got an admirer dude. Seriously.”

John turned his head to look at the man. He already knew who it was. There was only one person in the world who would turn a phrase like that. Sure enough, he looked into a mustached face topped off by a blond mullet. It was the infamous Motor Ed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Pete turn away. He was obviously not inclined to mess with this man who was well known to be just this side of insane.

Viceroy began to feel a sense of relief. If he had to hook up with someone to stay alive, he could do worse. Not only was Ed a bit crazy, he was tough. There was also the bonus that he was well known for only liking the ladies.

He swallowed the lump of fear in his throat and spoke. “Thank you Mr. Lipsky. I think you just saved my life.”

Ed ran his free hand through his hair. “No worries GJ dude. Pete's not gonna mess with me. Tell ya what, Eddie's got no beef with you. Stick with me and I'll take care of you. Seriously.”

John was about to thank him again, but he was cut off when a guards voice rang out. “Lipsky, get over to the motor pool. They got some work for you.”

A grin appeared on Motor Ed's face. “'Bout time! Come on GJ dude. We got us some fun now. Seriously!”

John Viceroy spent the next three hours playing grease monkey to the vehicle obsessed Motor Ed. During that time, they repaired two prison vans and a police cruiser. Apparently this was common practice whenever Ed was here. It seemed the warden knew how to keep Eddie from causing trouble. He was soon to learn there was more to it than that. The two of them approached one last vehicle. It was a very dilapidated van.

Instead of heading right for the engine, Ed motioned for John to get inside. Once they were both in the van, Ed gave a nod to the guard who was keeping an eye on them.

From the passenger seat Viceroy could see the guard putting his hands behind his back and making a big production of turning and ignoring them. Curiosity overcame him. “What's going on?”

Eddie grinned as he started the engine and put the van in gear. “You see GJ Dude, we is leaving. I got this deal worked out. It's like seriously sweet. I fix up the stuff in the motor pool and they let me escape.”

Within moments, he proved his words to be true as he floored the accelerator and drove the van through the conveniently unlocked gates.

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Monique lay on her side with her head buried under the covers. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. She was talking to herself in an almost desperate voice. “Come on girl get a grip. So you fucked Wade in front of everybody. It's no big deal right? I mean everybody else was doing it too. Yeah. That's OK.” She spun under the covers as more memories of the previous night emerged. “OMG! I can't believe I... I did didn't I? Alright so I did. It wasn't that bad... Matter of fact I liked it. Damn! I actually did. Might as well admit it. I ate pussy and liked it! Guess that makes me bisexual now.” Another memory floated to the surface. She sat up in the gigantic bed with a look of terror on her face. “Hell NO! I didn't. No way!”

Moments later, she was running through the hallways. She was desperately looking for someone, anyone who would tell her it was just a dream. A nightmare. A hallucination... Anything but...

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Kim and Shego sat side by side at the long dining table. The remains of breakfast were pushed aside, but coffee mugs sat close at hand. Spread across the table top were files, printouts, post-em notes by the dozens and a laptop. Kim jotted down notes as she read through a file. Shego scrolled through the files on the laptop. The both of them were so engrossed in their work, they didn't hear the door of the dining hall open.

They did hear the frantic voice that cried out. “Kim! Shego! Please tell me... Last night... I didn't really...!?”

They looked up into Monique's wild, slightly glazed, eyes. It didn't take any great leap of logic to figure out what had the dark skinned girl in such a frenzy. The two of them already had their own discussion about who and what they'd done last night. It was a night of firsts for them both.

Shego gave the standing girl an innocent grin. “You didn't what? Suck Stevie while Wade fucked you from behind? Yeah you did.”

Monique shook her head. “No not that...”

Kim also affected an innocent look. “Oh I know. Was it letting me stick my tail up your pussy while you ate Mom out?”

The memory of that sprang to Monique's mind. Her eyes widened. “No...”

Shego stood up and walked around the table toward Monique. “It must have been blowing Kimmie's daddy while I was sitting on his face then maybe?”

Monique's breasts heaved as she remembered that. Her mind was trying to not remember the rest. Shego guided her into a seat. She looked across the table at Kim. “I remember that. That means...”

Kim grinned evilly. “Yeah Mo. It means while you were blowing dad, both my brothers were double fucking you. I swear girl, you were almost as nasty as mom last night.”

Monique buried her face in her hands. She knew she'd done it. Knew she'd enjoyed it too. What she didn't know was how her boyfriend felt. This morning she'd woken up in bed alone. “What must Wade think of me!?”

Kim leaned across the table. She lifted her best friend's face up. “I'll tell you. He enjoyed it. A lot. I should know since he was fucking my ass at the time. I tell you, as soon as he saw the Tweebs doing you, he started pounding me like a jackhammer!”

A gasp escaped the dark girl. “But Kim you don't... I mean...”

Shego wrapped her arms around her. “You mean she didn't. We all did things last night that we never considered doing before.”

Kim nodded. “I didn't plan on doing most of the guys but, like you, I got caught up and let myself go. I still prefer women, but I think I could go for a guy now and then too.” A naughty grin spread across her face as she remembered what she'd done, and with who. “Especially if they are hung like Dad.”

Monique lowered her eyes as she thought about that. “I guess I could say just the opposite now. I never thought I'd go for sex with another girl.”

A voice called out from the door leading to the kitchen area. “You're pretty good at licking pussy for a beginner.”

Monique looked over to see Anne enter carrying a pot of fresh coffee. She could feel her cheeks burning as the three naked women laughed.

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The man stepped off the elevator. He was clad in a tight black t-shirt and jeans. His muscular arms swung as he began strolling down the hallway of the hotel. His eyes read off room numbers as he went. A middle aged couple emerged from one of the rooms and walked past him with looks of apprehension in their eyes. This pleased him. He wanted to look intimidating if what he suspected was true.

Near the end of the hall he stopped. The number on the door matched the one his bribe to the concierge netted. His eyes roamed the empty hall as he reached into his back pocket and withdrew a set of lockpicks. His well trained fingers needed only moments to unsecure the lock. The picks went back into his pocket as he entered the luxury suite. The door closed silently behind him as he looked around the living area.

His gaze landed on the end table beside the couch. On it was a bucket containing an upturned and empty wine bottle. Next to it were two used wine glasses. He immediately recognized the shade of lipstick on the rim of one of them. It was one more piece of damming evidence his suspicions were correct. As if blatantly taunting him, a trail of discarded clothes led to a short hallway. He moved with purpose in that direction.

In moments, he was standing in the lavishly appointed bedroom. The curtains were drawn and no lights pierced the gloom. He didn't need more light to see all the proof he needed. There, on the bed, in a disheveled repose he knew all too well was one of recent lovemaking, she lay asleep. Anger filled him as he approached the bed containing his cheating wife. The sound of a toilet flushing caused him to start. He bumped into a chair with a thump.

A voice came from the open bathroom door. “Ah my sweet little Pussy. Have you finally awakened from your slumber?”

The man stood frozen. He couldn't believe his ears. Of all people, this simply could not be.

Two things happened at once. The light on the bedside table clicked on and a man emerged from the bathroom wearing only a pair of slacks.

Bonnie clutched the bedspread over her bare breasts. “Junior!”

Ricardo Senior gave his son an appraising look. “Tell me Junior. Why are you here and not at home where we left you?”

Junior swung his head. He looked at the the two of them. The shock that temporally suppressed his anger abated. His voice was filled with furious indignation. “Father! Bonnie! It cannot be!”

The older man chuckled. “But it is my son. As you can plainly see. I have taken Bonita as my lover.”

Bonnie climbed out of the bed and languorously sauntered over to Ricardo's side. As she took his arm, she cast a disdainful look at her husband. “Obvious much? Sorry Junior, but I've traded up.”

Junior clenched his fists with rage. “NO! Bonnie is mine! You have no right father! I will kill you before I let you take her from me!”

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Anne watched Monique leave the dining hall in search of Wade. If she was any judge, the two of them would be busy for a while. She remembered the first time she and James had taken other partners. They'd spent the next day proving their love for each other and screwing each others brains out as they relived the experience. She smiled as she sat down at the table across from her sexy naked wives.

She began refilling their coffee mugs. “Well girls I think everyone is on board with the plan.”

Shego grinned as she picked up her mug. “Yeah and Kimmie's little experiment was a rousing success too.”

Kim smiled. “Almost too successful. Don't forget we got sucked in along with everyone else.” Her smiled got bigger. “Not that it was a bad thing mind you.”

Coffee almost went up Shego's nose as she let out a laugh. “Princess it was a lot of bad things. Very fun bad things. I can understand now how persuasion and peer pressure together can be a pretty powerful combination.”

Anne nodded. “Especially with a receptive group. Things won't be that simple with others though. Changing how people think won't be easy.”

After taking a sip of her coffee, Kim said. “No it won't be. But we have other tools we can use. It's just nice to know that if we need it we have this option. Other parts of the plan come first though. Right now recruiting other villains to our cause is the main thing. We need the expertise, abilities and connections they can provide. It's also a step toward putting the second phase of the plan into action.”

Shego shook her head. “I still think we should wait longer before we attempt to put an end to the Pact.”

Kim rolled her eyes at Shego's stubbornness. “Now Sweetie, you know it has to be done and the sooner the better. As long as the Pact and the Council exist we can't have the freedom to do the things we need to for the rest of the plan.” She held up her hand to forestall her wife's comment. “Yes I know it will be dangerous, but we all knew that going into it. We'll just do our best to protect the people we care about until all the pieces are in place.”

Anne reached across the table and placed her hand on Shego's arm. “Are you worried about your brothers?”

With a negative shake of her head, Shego replied. “No. They can take care of themselves. What worries me are all the loonies in the world. Once the Pact is gone, they'll have nothing to stop them from making a mess of things.”

A sly smile appeared on Kim's face. “Look at the other side of the coin Sweetie. With the Pact out of the way, there won't be anything to keep us from putting them out of our misery. No rules to keep us from enjoying every moment of doing it either.”

Shego turned to Anne. “Say hot stuff, did you happen to notice our wife is turning into a bloodthirsty little sex fiend?”

Anne chuckled. “Now that you mention it, I have. But you know something dear? I don't mind in the slightest.”
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