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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.

Girls - they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun,
They want to have fun,
They want to have fun....

-Cyndi Lauper

CHAPTER 21: Goodbye to Innocence.

Kim explained everything. She didn't leave out a single detail. In fact, whenever she could, she embellished on the facts, making some of the the things she told her cousin seem even worse then they actually were. Yet no matter how hard she tried, she didn't get any of the reactions she expected. There was no loathing, fear, or outrage. None of the feelings she could use as a basis to build upon. The only thing she could perceive from Joss was anger. It made no sense. Especially since her dark power told her the anger wasn't specifically directed at her.

Joss sat down her coffee cup. For the last couple hours she'd sat here in the dining hall and listened as patiently as she could to her cousin. Listened to tales of murder, debauchery and deception. At first there had been shock, but that quickly gave way to another feeling. Anger. Anger that Kim would attempt to do what she was doing. She looked at Kim and asked. “Is ya done now? Cause it ain't gonna work ya know.”

Not having any clue where Joss was coming from with that, Kim decided to find out in the most expedient way she could. She asked. “What isn't going to work?”

“I told ya I was a gonna help an I mean it. But I see what ya is trying to do. Ya ain't gonna scare me off no matter how hard ya is trying. Gosh dammit! I'm a gonna do what it takes and ain't no way y'all is gonna stop me!”

Kim's eyes widened as her thought process ground to a screeching halt. She almost felt shame that she'd misjudged Joss so badly. Her perspective had been tainted by her own experience in falling from grace, as it were. She'd forgotten the axiom she lived by. Anything was possible for a Possible. And thanks to her cousin's incestuous genetics, it went double for her.

Rather than dwell on recriminations, she changed mental gears. “I'm not trying to scare you Joss. I'm trying to make you see the kinds of stuff it takes to change things.”

Joss huffed. “I get all that. If'n I gotta lie, cheat, steal, an kill, I'm a gonna do it. I will do anything I gotta ta make my folks happy an free.”

Kim was seeing the whole picture now. She understood where Joss was coming from. Now she could build on it. “That's commendable Joss, but there is more to it than just doing what you have to, to get the job done.”

“Like what?”

“You can't just plunge in thinking you have to do bad things. Even if you are capable of doing them, you are setting yourself up for some serious problems. There's a reason it takes someone truly evil to do what needs to be done. You'll drive yourself insane if you have to force yourself to be evil in order to achieve the goal.”

Joss went pale. She thought back to all the things Kim had been telling her. The whole time, she'd been assuming Kim did those things only because she had to. That she was trying to make it all seem worse than it really was. The truth of it began to sink in. “Ya mean... Ya actually like doing all that there evil stuff?”

Kim stood and leaned across the table, bring her face close to her cousin's. “No Joss. I'm telling you I love it. I enjoy hurting people. I get off on killing them. Being sick and depraved thrills me to the bone!”

Joss leaned back in her chair, trying to put distance between her and Kim. “But...”

Kim leaned even closer. “No buts. When I rammed that sword into Ron, well you saw the video. I loved it. When I watched Yori torture and murder Nana, I practically had an orgasm!” Kim's eyes narrowed. “You know. If I hadn't promised dad I would not harm her, I'd have tortured her myself, made her endure pain and humiliation simply because I would have enjoyed it.”

With her heart beating rapidly in her chest, Joss pushed back more. The chair tilted, spilling her backwards onto the floor. She could only lay there, stunned as she watched Kim stalk around the table to stand over her. “No! I don't believe...”

Kim looked down at her cousin with the truth of it written on her features. “Believe it. It's all true. I'm a monster Joss.” She squatted down beside the trembling girl. “Now here is the hard truth. You can't help me do what is to be done unless you too become a monster. You won't be able to help unless you give up all notions of good and decency. Until you revel in pure evil.”

Joss squeezed her eyes shut. Her mind rebelled against what Kim was saying. She wanted, more than anything to help her Ma and Pa. But to become like Kim in order to do it? “I don't think I can...”

Kim brushed a hand gently over Joss's forehead. The turning point had arrived. “Joss. Open your eyes.”

“Don't wanna.”

“It's OK. Open them and look at me.” When Joss did, Kim smiled. “You don't have to be afraid. All you have to do is make a choice. You can leave and forget all this. Go back and let things continue as they are. Or you can say the word and I'll help you become like me.”

Joss sobbed. “Is it really the only way?”

Kim nodded. Then she leaned down and brushed her lips against Joss's ear. In a whisper that only the younger girl would hear, she said. “Let me tell you one more thing...”

Listening to Kim, Joss felt the thudding in her chest fade. Once Kim was done speaking, she pulled back a little. Joss stared into her eyes. “Really?”

Not daring to speak. Wanting to give Joss the chance to make her own decision, Kim just nodded.

Joss took a deep breath. Now that she understood the true depth of Kim's commitment to change the world, she knew she could do what needed to be done. Brushing away the dampness in her eyes, she gamely tried to smile. “So how is y'all gonna make me like being all evil the way you is?”

Kim stood up and offered her hand. “Come with me and I'll show you. But I promise you this. You won't just like being evil, you'll love it.”

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Luxurious was how most people would describe the office. Thick carpeting lay underfoot. Furnishings of wood gleamed in polished splendor. A gilded fan hung from the ceiling, quietly turning in the air conditioning. Artwork adorned the walls. Memorabilia, mostly of a military bent, were placed on both desk and shelves. Overlooking it all was a larger then life painting of El Presidente.

The two men sat in comfortable chairs, smoking the cigars their island country was famous for. One was dressed in green fatigues, the uniform adopted by all his country's military officers. It was his office. The other man was encased in painted metal from the neck down. On the breastplate of which was his country's flag. A helmet sat on a small table next to his chair. Neither man would have described the office as luxurious, at least not out loud. They both understood that in a place where everyone was considered equal, none should have more than the rest. They also understood that some people were simply more equal than others.

The officer puffed a billowing cloud of smoke at the fan. “El Presidente was most pleased at the way you handled those political dissidents last night. It will be a long time before anyone else from that town dares to question his leadership again.”

Before the other man could reply, there came a knock on the office door. The officer called out. “Enter.”

A young soldier entered and saluted. “Sir! I have urgent news.” He handed a piece of paper to his superior. “This just arrived from our intelligence division.”

While the officer read the paper, the young soldier stood at attention and tried his best not to look at the man known as the Comrade of the people. He'd been a part of the raid the night before, and his stomach still churned when he thought back to what had occurred. He knew it was for the good of the country, but watching Comrade beat an entire family to death in front of their friends and neighbors had not been easy on his soul. The screams of the children would haunt him for the rest of his life.

The officer put down the paper and dismissed the soldier. Once the younger man made an, almost too hasty, exit from the office, he spoke. “It seems we have more dissidents in need of a lesson. According to this, a rebellion is in the making.” He stood. “Come Comrade, we shall inform El Presidente together.”

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It was a bitter pill for Will Du to swallow. There was no getting around the facts though. Kim Possible was creating an evil organization of a size and scope that rivaled the WEE. It was painful even to contemplate. That his own sister was a willing participant, just made it hurt that much more. Most galling of all was that it had been Ron Stoppable who'd pointed out the course of action that needed to be taken. Hours of discussion followed his suggestion. Nobody could dispute what needed to be done.

Though he intensely disliked the idea, he could see no other viable options. Everyone else was in accord. Steeling himself, Will looked across the briefing table and said. “Very well. In order to have some chance of succeeding against the opposition, I accept your proposal.”

Ron grinned. “That's it then. Everyone agrees. Team Stoppable and Team Impossible will join forces.”

Junior echoed Ron's grin. “All that we are needing now is a new name to be calling ourselves.”

Crash nodded. “Yes. Something heroic.”

Burn added. “Something that will make villains tremble in fear when they hear it.”

Justine figured there were better things they could be doing with their time, but put in her thoughts on the matter too. “It should be properly descriptive.”

Rufus piped up. “And cool!”

Ron looked around the table. “Isn't it obvious? We'll call ourselves Team Impossible To Stoppable.”

Will groaned at the bad pun. Then shook his head in disbelief as he realized the acronym was even worse. “You're kidding... Right?”

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Joss wasn't sure what she expected as she entered the room Kim led her to. Some device like the attitudinator, which she'd heard about while following Kim's heroic escapades, that would sap all the good out of her, leaving only the evil behind. Or maybe an evil surgical room, where she'd have her brain altered til it was evil. She was prepared for those and all the other fantastic scenes her mind dredged up. What she was confronted with made her stop and stare in disbelief.

Kim watched Joss take it all in. She too had been surprised when she'd first laid eyes on the room. Though she hadn't put voice to it, there was one thing she'd been missing since they'd moved into this new lair. A lounge. Wade's worker bots had been busy. Like the one in the old lair, it had all the amenities. Including a hot tub. There were a few differences though. It was at least three times larger than the old one. There was more seating, a larger bar, and best of all, the hot tub was bigger too.

There were four people already in the room. Joss recognized three of them. Ricardo Senior was sitting on a divan, watching a news report on a large view screen. Her aunt Anne and Bonnie were in the hot tub with a blonde woman she didn't know. Once she got over her surprise, she looked at Kim. “I thought ya was taking me where y'all was gonna make me evil an all?”

Kim smiled and took her by the arm. She led her over to the hot tub. “This is the place. There isn't any reason you can't go through the process in comfortable surroundings.”

Eyebrows raised, Joss asked. “So what all happens now?”

Anne chuckled as she looked up at her worried niece. “First you hop in the tub with us and relax for a little while.”

Tara giggled. “Come on in. It's going to be fun!”

Joss took a step back. “Fun?”

Bonnie smirked. “What did you think? It was going to be some kind of hideous torture?” She looked at Kim. “I thought you said she wanted to do this? Didn't you explain it to her?”

Kim shook her head. “She does B. And no, I didn't. I'll leave that up to the three of you.” She turned Joss to face her. “Don't worry about a thing Joss. I'm leaving you in very capable hands. Mom, Bonnie and Tara have lots of experience with this.”

“Leaving me?”

Kim nodded. “Yes. I have some important things to attend to. I promise, it will be OK. Just keep an open mind and remember why you are doing this. If you do, Tara is right, you may very well enjoy it.”

Her cousin's words, and especially her promise, calmed Joss. “If'n you say so, that's good nuff fer me.”

Kim gave her a smile and turned to leave. Ricardo stood and followed her out of the room. Once they were gone, Joss turned back towards the tub. “I reckon I'm ready then.”

With a thought, her nanosuit changed into a modest one piece swimsuit. She could see the other women were all nude, but she wasn't sure she was ready to do this in her altogether. She sat down and lowered herself into the bubbling water.

Anne watched as her niece settled in and slowly began to relax. She could almost see the innocence radiating in waves from the teenager. Just thinking of how they were about to twist and pervert that innocence sent a shiver of arousing anticipation through her body. She glanced over at Bonnie. The dark haired girl gave her a knowing wink. Only a few moments before Kim brought Joss to the lounge, the three of them had come to an agreement. They would all try to outdo each other. With the help of the serum she'd created, they would compete to see who could come up with the most perverse, disgusting and vile way to corrupt the girl. Tara was right. It was going to be a lot of fun.

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(September 10th 2007, 6:15 pm)

He awoke in fear. It made him shiver in the darkness of the tiny room. Fear was his life now. Everything else had been taken from him. His hopes. His dreams. His freedom. Even his body was no longer his own. Soon his tormentor would return. Then there would be pain and humiliation. He tried not to think what the man would do to him. Make him do. He almost longed for the torture he'd been subjected to before he'd been given to the beast as a plaything.

Chain rattled as he moved his sleep stiffened limbs. He didn't need to see to know it was still attached to both the wall and the metal collar around his neck. The chain was short. So short in fact, he couldn't lay down in the small, dark space. It was surprising he'd been able to sleep at all. Not that it mattered. Even sleep could not take him away from the horrors that awaited him.

His foot brushed against something. Something that hadn't been there before. The beast never left anything in the room with him. He inched his foot out and touched it again. Whatever it was, it was small. Hooking his toes, he slowly began to draw it closer. Closer. He reached down and felt with his hand. The shape was familiar. Carefully, he picked it up. The beast must have dropped it. That was the only explanation.

In the darkness, he smiled. Maybe there was still some hope. Maybe there was even the chance for freedom. Hiding the object as well as he could, Pete Fen settled into a corner and waited for the beast called Motor Ed to return.

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Joss was naked and drunk on serum laced wine. She kicked her legs in the frothing water of the hot tub while she argued playfully with Tara. “Will too.”

Tara edged closer to the younger girl. “No you won't!”

“I reckon I will!”

“Nope. You ain't got the guts.”

Anne laughed. “Girls. There is no sense arguing about it.”

Joss turned her head and tried to focus her eyes. “Ya is right auntie Annie.” She grabbed the edge of the tub and lifted herself out of the water. “I is jus gonna have ta prove it.”

Tara giggled gleefully and moved the the spot Joss had vacated. She looked straight up at her. “Come on then. Prove it!”

Joss squatted down on the edge. Her legs opened, exposing herself, just inches away from the blonde's upturned face. “Ya asked for it!”

Bonnie and Anne let out delighted gasps, as Joss won the argument.

While Joss laughed uproariously, Bonnie moved close to Anne and whispered in her ear. “That's one for Tara. Gonna be hard to beat.”

Anne watched with pride as her niece moaned with pleasure as she pissed in Tara's eagerly open mouth. “We'll see. The night is still young.”

Joss sighed as her bladder emptied. It turned into another moan as Tara clamped her mouth her teenage pussy and began licking up the last few drops. “This here's fun an all, but when is we gonna get ta making me evil?”
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