Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

Dimension Sitch	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 14905 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Dimension Sitch

Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.
Warning: This story contains explicit 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 fourth part of a series.
Part one: The Middleton Pact - Redux

Part two: Dark Mistress - Redux

Part three: Demon Princess
If you don't read those first, you will be very confused.

“Knowledge is power.”
-Francis Bacon

CHAPTER 02: The Lady in Black.

She emerged from the pine forest and stood on the deeply rutted mud road. It was the first sign of civilization she'd seen since she awoke. It was a welcome sight, but it didn't tell her the one thing she needed to know. Was she on Earth? Some alternate version of it? A totally alien planet that just happened to look like Earth? Any hope of surviving to be rescued depended on knowing which it was. She had no doubt about the rescue part, it was the survival part that worried her.
Betty Director bent down and examined the tire tracks in the light of the moon. They appeared fairly normal, if a bit on the thin side, and there were enough of them to tell her the traffic was regular and fairly recent. She stood back up and looked up and down the road. Here, high on the chilly mountainside, the grade was steep. She could see it curve up in one direction, into what she figured was a switchback. That could only mean one thing. There was something at the top of the mountain that someone had reason to travel to and from on a regular basis.
She looked upward, but the night was too dark, and the mountain too high, for her to see anything. All she learned, was that the tree line ended and gave way to an encrustation of snow not far above where she now stood. A choice needed to be made. Up or down? Though her nanosuit would protect her from the cold of the higher elevation, she decided down would be more expedient.
It was almost a half hour later when she heard it. The sound of a vehicle's engine. It had a high pitched whine to it, as if it were struggling to make it's way. Rather than confront the unknown head on, she left the road and hid herself behind the trunk of a large tree.
The sound grew louder and within moments headlights appeared. It was a sedan of some kind she didn't immediately recognize and it was having a difficult time making it's way up the steep muddy incline. It was moving so slow, as it drew abreast of her position, she was able to make out some details even in the dim moonlight.
The car was black. It had what looked like small flags or pennants attached to the front fenders, just over the headlights. Barely seen through the windows, the woman driving the car was wearing a gray uniform of some kind, while in the back seat was another woman, this one wearing a black coat and hat. The symbols on the small flags, and the uniform of the driver, told her she was definitely on some version of Earth. They also told her that, unless the women were going to a costume party, one that was in very poor taste, she was in serious trouble.
She held her breath as the sedan passed by. Only releasing it again as the vehicle turned and was hidden from sight. Maybe not a costume party, perhaps a war reenactment? Also highly unlikely in her opinion. No. She had to go with taking things at face value, no matter how disturbing it seemed. Which meant she was in the heart of Nazi Germany, circa the late nineteen-thirties or early forties.
As the sound of the engine diminished, Betty weighed her options. She had no idea how far inside the territories of the Third Reich she was, so trying to get to more pleasant surroundings was an iffy proposition. That left her with only one option.
Leaving her hiding place, she began climbing upward through the trees. Moving as quickly as she dared to in the rough terrain, she kept her ears and eyes open for the car. After what seemed like an eternity of struggling through shrubs and bracken, she emerged on the road once again. Just beyond her, she could see the car as it headed up the straight portion of the road. Once more she took to the trees. If she was judging the vehicle’s speed correctly, she should make it to the next straight portion of the road before it finished with the next turn.
She smiled in the darkness as she reached the next part of the road. She was ahead of the car. Hopefully she had enough time before it appeared. After a fast survey of the trees on either side of the road, she found a fallen log that was just right for what she intended. By the time the headlight's of the car broke the darkness, the log was laying across the road, and she was once again hidden from sight behind a tall tree.
The car came to a halt. She strained to hear the murmur of voices coming from inside it. The engine was too loud for her to make out words, but she could figure they were discussing the obstacle on the road.
The driver's side door opened and the woman stepped out. As she moved toward the log, she could hear her grumbling under her breath in German. Knowing it wouldn't take her long to clear the way, Betty moved through the trees toward the passenger side of the car. A glance inside showed her the other woman had her attention fully on what her driver was doing.
Speed became Betty’s watchword. She raced to the rear door and jerked it open. The woman barely had time to gasp in surprise, and reach for the gun holstered on her belt, as Betty’s fist struck through the opening and impacted her jaw with a bone cracking crunch.
While the unconscious woman was collapsing, the soldier in front of the car realized something was wrong. Betty peered over the back seat as she dropped the log and began scrambling to unholster her own side arm. She spotted a rifle propped up in the front seat, but knew she wouldn't get to it fast enough. She went for the pistol the woman in black was wearing. She yanked it from the holster. Time seemed to race as the two opponents tried to be the first to bring their weapon to bear on the other.
Knowing she only had one chance, Betty didn't hesitate. Rather than try to line up a shot through the open door, as the woman was trying to do, she pointed and fired directly through the windshield.
The sound of the gun going off seemed like cracking thunder in the confines of the car. Glass shattered and flew outward. A stain of blood blossomed on the chest of the soldier as her own shot went wild. She fell to the muddy ground, dead as the length of wood that had lured her to her doom. Betty let out a delighted, relief filled, laugh before returning her attention to the unconscious woman beside her.
Beneath a long black leather trench coat, the woman wore an equally black calf length skirt and a black blouse. The weapon belt not only went around her waist, but also had a strap that crossed between her breasts and went over one shoulder. Her legs were encased on silk stockings and she wore black leather shoes with modest heels. The monochrome ensemble looked to Betty like somebody's idea of big band era goth, but the fact that the woman had a soldier driving her around meant she was someone of obvious importance. This was confirmed, when she noticed the only piece of jewelry the woman wore. It was a small silver death's head pin on the collar of her blouse. The symbol of Hitler's Gestapo.
Betty didn't have time to dwell on this revelation, however. There was no way to know if another car might come along. Working quickly, Betty yanked the woman's coat off and unfastened the belt. The two lengths of leather were just pliable enough for her purpose. She used them to tie the woman's hands and feet.
With the woman secured, Betty climbed out of the car and went to the fresh corpse laying in the beams of the headlights. It took her only a couple of minutes to drag her around to the back of the car and dump her in the trunk. Then she spent another few minutes removing the log, and all other traces of the encounter, from the road. The moon was edging it's way down toward the tops of the trees and a faint brightness was encroaching on the sky to the east, when she climbed back into the car and put it in gear.
There was no way she was going to chance turning around on the narrow muddy road, so she continued on toward the top of the mountain. She didn't have go very far, when she saw a space between the trees large enough to pull the car off the road. She drove into the forest as far as she dared, far enough to at least not be easily seen from the road.
Within the concealment of the trees, she shut the car off and prepared to find out what she could about her present situation.
When the woman came to, Betty could see pain, but no hint of fear in her dark brown eyes. The woman didn’t even seem upset that she was completely naked and tied to the cold, rough, trunk of a tree.
Activating the translator function of her nanosuit, Betty held up the identification papers she found inside the woman's coat pocket, and spoke to the woman in her native German. “Good morning, Fräulein Wolf.”
Wolf's eyes darted around, taking in the full impact of her predicament, before finding and locking in on Betty’s gaze. “I assume Obersturmführer Fruehauf is dead?”
Betty’s nano-translator rendered the German SS rank as First Lieutenant. Wolf was obviously referring to her driver. “Very.”
The woman pursed her lips. “Then I will also assume, since I am still alive, you wish something from me? Information, yes?”
Betty was a little perplexed at the woman's cool demeanor. But then, if she actually was what she appeared to be, it wasn't too surprising. Not if the stories she'd heard of the Gestapo were true. But if the stories, and historical evidence, were to be believed, this woman, simply because she was a woman, couldn't be what she appeared to be. In Nazi Germany, women did not serve in the military, or hold any position of power. Wolf was right, Betty definitely needed information.
“Very astute of you. I have questions. You will provide me with answers.”
Wolf continued to stare into her eyes. “Let me guess. By force? Under threat of violence? Will you now describe, in great detail, how you will torture me to get the answers you seek?”
Betty felt herself getting irritated. The woman was taking all the fun out of this. Rather than give in to her frustration, she decided to play it just as cool as her captive appeared to be. “Do you have an alternative suggestion?”
The bound woman smiled at her. “Certainly. Ask your questions and I shall answer them. You see it will not matter in the least, for when I fail to arrive at my post, my sister Gestapo agents will come searching for me. They will find me. And you. Then you will understand how it feels to be in my position.”
Though Wolf's voice was calm, Betty heard the underlying threat. She could almost feel the woman's certainty of her statement. Time was obviously not her ally here. “I see. Let's start with the questions and answers. As for the rest, we'll see what happens.”
Nearly an hour later, Betty found herself more fully informed than she expected to be. Not that she intended to trust unreservedly everything Wolf told her. It was not just what she said, but how she said it, that mattered. Because of what she'd gleaned, she knew, without any doubt, this was not the same Earth she had been born into. The differences and similarities threatened to boggle her mind. There was so much more she wanted to know, but she knew she didn't have the time to waste. “Thank you, Ilsa Wolf. You've been very cooperative.”
For the first time since they met, Betty could see a crack in the woman's cold facade. Could hear the hope of rescue in her voice. “That is all you want to ask? Surely there is more you want to know. Have I not answered completely, even the most non-sensible of your questions?”
Betty nodded. “There are more things I want to know, but since you were nice enough to tell me where you were headed, and when you were expected to be there, you know I cannot take the time.”
Wolf bowed her head. “I understand. You speak as though I shall not arrive. Very well. Would you permit me to offer an alternative to my death?”
For the first time, Betty wasn't surprised by the woman. She knew now, this was as close as Ilsa Wolf would ever come to begging for her life. She figured she could spare enough time to at least listen to the woman's proposition. “And that would be?”
The naked woman lifted her eyes to Betty’s face. “Your questions have told me things about you. Things that interest me. My proposal is this. Release me, come with me. I believe, that with you serving by my side, we can do great great things for the Sisterland...”
Betty cut her off with a sigh. She could see where this was going, and knew it would never work. “That is a generous offer, but I must refuse. There is only one that I serve. There cannot ever be another.” She stepped close to the captive woman. Reaching out, she fondled a strand of her dark hair. “My Mistress may be far away. Separated from me by distances I can barely contemplate, but I shall be reunited with her. That is my only desire. I will do everything in my power to survive until she comes for me.” She let go of Ilsa's hair. “Which means I have no choice in how I must deal with you.”
Wolf's cracked facade fell away, exposing the woman's fear. “So I die!? Just like that?”
“Yes, Ilsa. You must die.”
Fury reddened the woman's face and upper body. “I was wrong about you.” Her mouth twisted as she spat at Betty’s face. “You are not worthy to serve our glorious Führer! You are nothing but scum. A lowly creature. A simple minded monster who would put her own desires above any other!” Her fury gave out and she slumped in her bonds. “Kill me then and be done with it.”
Betty laughed. For the very first time since awakening on this very different Earth, she felt as if she were standing on solid ground. She cupped Wolf's chin in her hand and lifted her face up. Staring into the woman's brown eyes, she smiled. “I will.” With her other hand, Betty reached down and gently kneaded one of the woman's breasts. “But first, let me show you just what kind of monster I really am.”
- 1
- 2
- 3
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

Dimension Sitch