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Captive delights.	By : Morgoth22 Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dinner…and
Dinner Guests.

            Kim shuddered sitting down to dinner. Her panties had started up again, and now she wiggled her ass trying to relieve the tormenting pleasure. The others were in the same state, except Tara who’s eyes had widened at something and had been wiggling her hips, almost waddling on the way to the tables. There were dozens of them, set up for small groups, one table to a cabin. Kim shuddered at what that implied. So many captives…and never a hint about it. She gave up counting and tried to keep her spirits up…but obviously this place had a very good plan for keeping the outside world in the dark. She bet that nobody around her had even been reported missing…why not, like Kim, they were probably officially at some nice, legal event, or hell, since Kim and her friends were all 18, the others might be too- just a note back saying they were exploring the world and no police agency would even take a missing persons report.
            Between the tables came a cart, being pulled by a woman, gagged and arms behind her back, ass wiggling in a way that implied she definitely had something stuffed up her pussy. Behind that, another woman came, gagged, but with her arms free, although her hands were coated in some kind of mitten made out of the same material as the collars, requiring her to use both hands to put out the bottles that were evidently what they were going to eat. Bonnie’s gasp confirmed what Kim had thought.
            Connie and Lonnie, Bonnie’s bitchy sisters were the servers, eyes submissively down on the ground as they went about their work. Coming up behind them, one of the male guards, smacked Connie’s ass and grinned.
            “Remember…be good and tonight you’ll be certain to get gang banged…” Connie moaned, eyes looking at him pleadingly and tried to push her ass back, but he laughed and backed off.
            “Not yet, tonight.”
            “Sis?” Bonnie asked, “You’re supposed to be at…”
            “Ah, ah, ah…” The woman (And Kim still didn’t know her name) said, “Don’t disturb the help… they’re doing a very important duty, reminding themselves that even though they help me, they’re no more important than you…” She smiled, “And yes, Connie and Lonnie don’t spend all their time here. I got them nearly a year ago, and since then they’ve been such…” She smiled, and cupped one of Lonnie’s heavy tits, “effective recruiters, I let them spend time at college” She sighed, “But all good things must come to an end, and I don’t want to keep doing it…someone might start to analyze their movements and those around them, so…” She smiled brightly, “This is just their finishing courses. I’m not certain if I’ll keep them here as instructors, like they are now, or sell them. I know at least one man who would pay handsomely for a paired set.” Kim had been looking at the two, listening to the..
            Mistress. It was that voice again, Dammit! She was not a- an itching, not at all pleasant, started on Kim’s skin, running all over her.
            “She is not…” Kim whispered to herself, trying to keep from showing outward signs.
            “Not what?” Monique asked, looking to where the wo…the woman was patting Lonnie on the ass, Bonnie’s sister squealing with delight through her gag.
            Mistress.
“No.” Kim whimpered, the itching was worse than anything she’d ever felt before…not painful, but somehow even less comfortable. She had to make it stop, if she didn’t… Suddenly a terror struck her. What if the suit activated and she was gagged? Feeling this, unable to stop it, she’d surely go mad…
            “Mistress.” Kim said softly, and the itching ended. More than that, a slow pleasure flowed through her body, and only by an act of will did she stop her fingers from reaching down to her pussy.
            “She’s winning.” Kim whispered to herself. What could they do when she had control over their bodies…even minds. She looked around at the other cheerleaders, and saw the undisguised lust many of them had on their face. Hope and Tara were looking at a male guard with awe, eyes on his package, and Amelia was licking her lips, looking over at Bonnie. It would be so easy just to give in… everyone looked happy, even Connie and Lonnie looked co-
            No! It wasn’t the voice of the machine, but Kim’s mental shout.
            “I’m happy to greet our new students.” The mistress aid from the front where she’d walked. “And I’d like you to consider this your…” a small laugh “home, until you leave.” She gestured to the curtained area, “While you’re eating, Cabin 4, by their dedication to learning how to be the best little ladies they can be, has earned the right to be tonight’s entertainment!” There were calls and cheers from other tables, a shocked silence from Kim and most of her friends.
            Two years ago, those had been the cheerleaders at Wilkin’s High—at Camp Wannaweep. But now… they stood in tiny parodies of the old cheerleading uniforms, and it looked like they’d all had boob jobs, as did their coach, who was also dressed as a Cheerleader.
            Is she picking cheerleaders? Kim wondered, as they started out into a routine that would have been at home at any adult dance hall in the world…until the men came out, and started fucking them right on stage. Kim started squirming, her eyes fixated on the coach, on her hands and knees taking one cock with her mouth, the other up her pussy, the strong male hands running over her curvy body.
            The Itching started up again, a warning, and Kim looked over at the other tables to see the others were drinking…or seeming to drink. Something looked odd about it, and when she put the bottle to her lips she understood what the problem was. She had to take the spout in her mouth, and suck on it, pressing it… Kim wasn’t’ honestly surprised when she realized that they were all sucking faux dick, and didn’t even blink at the taste of the rich, creamy fluid that started filling her mouth, and summoning an answering warmth from her pussy.
            Aphrodisiacs, why am I not surprised. She thought, squirming. As they continued, the sexual antics on the stage got ever more explicit, as woman after woman was gangbanged, or pleasured each other, until at the (literal) climax, they were littering the stage in various postures of complete exhaustion, but with broad smiles on their faces.
            “Now tomorrow we’ll get started with our training…” The mistress said, Kim finding it hard to risk the itching by thinking of her as anything else. “But I’d like to introduce you to our camp engineer and my personal assistant.” She gestured and two nearly nude woman, wearing little more than harnesses, walked over and knelt by her feet, smiling, rubbing their faces against her legs like a pair of well trained dogs might.
            Kim found herself going cold and understanding how she could have devised these modifications of the centurion suit. Dr. Vivian Porter was on the left, her body georgeous in the light, and on the right…
            Yori.
            “Some of you will get to know these two wonderful pets quite intimately.” The mistress continued, staring right at Kim and her table. Kim gulped, absently realizing that she had been sucking on the now empty bottle for several minutes.
            Yori? How the hell did she get here? And equally, How long has Vivian been like this? If she had been enslaved a year ago, she’d know everything at the space center—or rather the military R&D center that most people saw as the space center.

            It was then that Kim had a leap of inspiration. She wondered how many husbands really knew the gorgeous women who fell for them were slaves…and who they were slaves to. Some of them were bought, Kim knew, but now she thought, with cold certainty, of the women who went with much older men…or just appeared. Wives of the rich and powerful and connected…and how many of them reported directly back here.
            For that matter… was “mistress” a mistress or just the chief slave? Who was running this place?

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            “Go Wade.” Ron said, absently. He’d just finished a meeting with a group of Bueno Nacho investors that should have been a joy, since he got to show off his pride and joy…but it had been a chore. He’d been worried ever since that morning. KP had sent him a video gram, gushing over the stuff she was doing, the scene behind her full of tumbling newly graduated cheerleaders and college recruiters. Ron wasn’t going to college—between his Naco money and the drop in stocks after Drakken’s little fiasco, he’d actually been able to buy controlling interest in Bueno Nacho…and was very much learning by doing.
            OK…and yeah, it was fun after all the years of being told that you had to get a degree to know that HE sat in the big seat and the MBA’s answered to him.   And of course there was the team possible side work, to say nothing of the job of being keeper of the lotus blade. None of which helped right now.
            “Well Ron… it’s a fake. A very, very good fake, but it’s fake.” Wade said, looking serious. “I doubt anyone would have noticed it if you hadn’t have asked me to do a full check…”
            “Anything else?”
            “No. They’re where they said they’d be…” Wade paused, “At Marka Island in the Caribbean.” He shrugged, “And everyone else is sending out letters and phone calls… I can’t tell if they’re fake…no, I can say that some of them aren’t fake.”
            “So they aren’t under compulsion?” The precocious teenager raised a finger.
            “I didn’t say that—just that the messages aren’t fake.” Ron paused. Part of him wanted to call in favors from GJ, Yamonuchi, and kick ass and take names…but on the other hand, such interventions had a nasty habit of getting hostages messily dead, especially if you didn’t have very good intel.
            Which they didn’t.
            Shit. Ron thought about it.
            “Wade. I want you to task every recon system you can hack to watching that Island. I’ll talk to GJ, and get you authorization for any others…without telling them what we’re looking at.”
            “Why?”
            “Because if Kim is running some op she didn’t tell us about, she’ll be pissed as it is.” Ron said. Neither he nor Wade smiled. That wasn’t likely. Kim told Ron everything anymore…including some things he didn’t need to know involving a blow by blow of her last gynecology check up.
            Nope, she was in trouble. And all joking aside, anyone that could hold Kim if she didn’t want to be held were not to be underestimated.
            “And Wade? Hurry.”

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Captive delights.