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Broken One	By : Vittlee Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 19701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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THE BROKEN ONE
Father Issues
By Violent Vi

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Today Middleton Police Spokesperson Lieutenant Candace Edger announce that a warrant has been issued for Ronald Dean Stoppable in the brutal murder of Middleton Police Officer Richard Steven Barkin.

According to the affidavit, quote Mr. Ronald Dean Stoppable, age 17, was admitted to the Middleton Medical Center for a drug overdose. As he was under arrest, he was handcuffed to a hospital bed in the emergency room at Middleton Medical Center. But means unknown, Mr. Stoppable managed to overcome and beat Middleton Police Officer Barkin to death with his left hand. The fatal blow was a kick to the neck. Then Mr. Stoppable stripped Officer Barkin of his uniform and walked out. Officer Barkin’s patrol car was found on the eastbound side of state highway 34 just inside five hundred feet from the Middleton city line. The on board camera was smashed and investigators confirmed that Mr. Ronald Stoppable’s fingerprints were recovered from the steering wheel, shotgun release lever and the lights and siren controls.

Police fear that Stoppable posed as a police officer pulled over a car and in now traveling with a hostage. Stoppable is armed and considered dangerous. According to insiders he is armed with Officer Barkin 40-caliber GLOCK automatic pistol and a department issued Mossberg 500 12 gauge pump shotgun. If you see Ron Stoppable or have any information as to his possible call 911 or Middleton Police at...

Dick, he who was once Ron, turned off the radio. He smiled at the thought of the world trembling at what they once believed was comic relief.

He looked over at his passenger.

Bonnie Rockwaller, queen bee and the coordinator of Middleton High School’s food chain, was his guest on his quest. He somehow tapped into some portion of his mind that he had not tapped since he was exposed to Hench Co’s attitunator and became Zorpox.

Dick, he who was Ron, looked down at his arms. He was not turning blue and yet he found himself able to trap into Zorpox’s intellect.

Bonnie was curled up and sobbing.

Dick expected it. One had to hit rock bottom before one’s transformation.

About week ago, Kim Possible destroyed him with a lie. It took him until today to undergo the becoming...the transformation.

Dick took in a deep breath. Somewhere inside, that which was Ron Stoppable was probably huddle up crying. That Ron Stoppable lost his claim on life when he tried to kill himself. Real men go out and shoot it out. Only dweebs attempt some pussy suicide like wrist slashing or drug overdose.

Dick was a real man.

Soon Wade will attempt to track him via the devices that Wade had Kim plant on him over the years. He would need something to turn the tables. He would need something to kill the devices. For now speed was his ally.

It was time to play a new game.

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It was three in the morning when Wade got a hit on the website.

Wade, it’s the guy in a world of shit.

They chipped me Wade.

I had to watch as my body raped Kim.

I had to watch as my body killed Rufus.

I had to watch as my body shot up drugs with a dirty needle.

I had to watch as my body killed that cop.

I cannot run to the cops. Are they going to believe that a chip can make you a robot? It’s worst than being raped. Even when it finally came off of me, I still have to remember everything I did. I know Kim already hates me. I know everyone will hate me. If I run to the cops, they will kill me on sight.

I need a location on Drakken. It was not him, but he knows where to get one of those chips. He used one on Kim and Shego not too long ago. Ask the Tweebs about the chip. I need to get the son of a bitch that set me up. I need to prove my innocence even when I will carry around the guilt of what they made me do for the rest of my life.

I will contact you via email. When you get the message, immediately email me with the location. I will wait only a couple minutes before I have to run just in case the cops are eyeballing you.

If you don’t do it, I will understand. If you must arrange a trap to catch me and send me to the electric chair, I will understand and probably thank you when they flip the switch. Dying is nothing compared to what I must remember for the rest of my days. I know that soon the cops will be knocking on you door. Don’t show them this email. Don’t...If the person who did this believes that I am still being hunted, they won’t think that I am hunting them. Don’t tell Kim or anyone else. The only way out is to get the bastard that did this to me and proof of what he did.

Wade Lode took in a deep breath.

He could not believe that Ron would just trip and go ape shit like they accused him of doing. Ron was the gentlest man Wade knew. The Ron Wade knew could no more kill Rufus, shoot needles into himself, and kill a man that Wade could go outside his home. Wade had the schematics for the chip. He knew just what that chip could do.

For Wade it was a no brainer.

Ron was out their alone and hurting in a world that wanted him dead. Wade was Ron’s last hope to clear his name.

Wade erased the email.

He started hacking.

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Bonnie watched as Ron started typing away at the computer keyboard. They had broken into a computer store. Ron had liberated two notebook PCs and installed software into them. He handed one to Bonnie.

“In case we get separated. I have set up two email accounts. Rules are no mentioning names or current locations. Middleton mall is first base. Middleton High is second. Upperton is third. Lowerton is home place. Never state where you are going. If you want to meet at a place be descriptive. Bueno Nacho will be favorite restaurant. Understand. No emails back home. No changing passwords. Your email is queen of the beebees at Rockwaller Industries dot com...one word all lowercase. I will be changing email addresses often.”

“What time is it?”

Bonnie glanced down at her Rolex.

“Four fifteen.”

Ron thought for a minute.

“At four twenty one we leave no matter what.”

Ron hit the enter key.

Three minutes later Ron hit the delete icon and shut down the notebook.

One the way out, Ron set the place on fire.

Bonnie wondered what was happening to her.

Twenty four hours ago, she could not believe that she would be a killer on the lam with Ron Stoppable who also was a killer on the lam. Bonnie could not have believed that she would be able to pull the trigger and end a life.

In twenty four hours, Ron went from loser to her guide in the life of crime. She looked at him and for the first time noticed the changes. Even weakened, she could see hiss muscles. While he was not bulky like Brick, his muscles were toned works of art.

Stop thinking like that...This Ron is definitely not someone who you would take home to daddy.

The old Ron was an object of contempt. The old Ron followed Kim Possible around like a lost puppy. Bonnie hated watch the boy more and more fall under Kim’s spell. She had no romantic notions about Ron Stoppable, but men weren’t suppose to be turned into little Lord Fauntleroy. Ron was pussy whip without the pussy.

This new Ron was exciting. There was no politeness. He was just so dominate...so sure of himself. He was like daddy in so many ways.

To Bonnie, her father was the most exciting man she ever met. The problem was that her father was her father. He would never even think that his little Bon-Bon was in love with him in a way a daughter was not suppose to be in love with her father.

So Bonnie dated looking for a boy who could match up to her father’s impeccably high standards. She looked for someone just as strong and willful as her father. Someone who could make her submissive. However, not even the alpha males among the jocks excited her. So unlike most of the cheer squad and for all the rumors, Bonnie Rockwaller was still a virgin.

What wrong with me?

Bonnie had found someone who could be her father substitute. She had found someone who could tame the wild creature inside of her. However, she knew that this relationship would be doomed. Ron was a cop killer. Cops would never give up the hunt for a cop killer. She was a murder. She too would be hunted down and sent to death row.

Bonnie took a deep breath. Consequence did not matter anymore. Soon they both would be in prison or dead. Bonnie made a decision. If he wanted her...she would let him have her, but he would have to break her like she imagined daddy doing since she discovered sex.

The car slowed down.

“We are walking the rest of the way. Gather up the stuff.”

Bonnie put the food and supplies in the backpacks that Ron had stole from the store.

Ron motioned with the shotgun to move out.

Three hours later, Bonnie crawled out of the river for the thirtieth time. Ron had her rub her blouse on the trees and bushes and ensured that their scent was spread all over the area. She did not ask why he did it. Ron commanded and she simply obeyed.

“That’s it. Just follow those power lines up into the hills.”

Bonnie was in great shape from years of cheerleading and ballet, but she was not use to hiking miles with a load on her back. In addition, she had been up for twenty four hours. It was with relief when Ron told her to enter the power substation.

Inside were metal boxes marked with ominous warning signs.

“That’s what they will use on you if they catch you.”

Bonnie was terrified of electricity. When she was a toddler, Bonnie stuck a fork in the light socket and almost died. Even now she recalled being thrown across by the current. Bonnie was starting to hyperventilate. Household current almost killed her and now she was surrounded by a thousand times more voltage.

“Strip.”

Bonnie could not hear what her capture said. She was still trapped in her fears. She knew that she was gibbering like a monkey on speed.

A pair of hands tore off her shirt. Her black bra was torn. Her pants and underwear were down around her ankles. Within a minute he had hanged her clothing on the junction boxes. He stepped out of site and came back with a cruel smile.

“I turned on the juice. If you run outside, you will be electrocuted.”

There was no running away.

Ron put the guns up where she could not reach them. He stepped out of his clothes and hanged them up.

Ron pushed her down to the cement.

“Tell me what it was like when you killed that clerk?”

Ron touched her breast.

“I was shaking.”

“And what else?”

He leaned up so she could feel his six pack lying on her belly.

“I wanted to apologize. I wanted her to know it was not my fault.”

He kissed her gently at first.

“I couldn’t say a word.”

Ron had slid down and started sucking on her nipples.

“I wanted to kill myself.”

Bonnie curse herself as her body started responding to his ministrations.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because you told me to kill her.”

His hands touched her folds. Folds that only she had touched. Fold that only she had touched as she imagined her strong father ravaging her.

“Do you do whatever just any man tells you to do?”

Bonnie could feel herself getting moist down there.

“Not just any man.”

“When you touched yourself down there what do you imagine?”

Ron’s fingers started probing the entry to her womanhood.

“I imagine a strong man taking me and taming me.”

Bonnie found herself closing her eyes.

“Look at me. I want you to see what is happening to you. Just who is this strong man.”

Bonnie found herself confessing her innermost secret.

“Daddy.”

“Does daddy know?”

“No. I am afraid that he would hate me for being messed up.”

The pressure was building up.

“I feel it. Your cherry...You never had sex before.”

Bonnie wanted to lie, but lying was impossible. This was a man stronger than daddy. She could not lie to her father. She could not lie to the man who was subjecting her to this humiliation.

“Tell me you sickest fantasy.”

“Daddy comes to my room. He is upset with me. He makes me strip. He spanks me like he use to do when I was little. I find myself getting wet and he notices. He smacks me and tells me that he is going to cure me off my impure thoughts. He makes me tell him all my sick fantasies and then he punishes me by raping me. He does it when I am fertile and he spends all weekend pushing more and more of his seed into me. He makes me fat with his baby girl and makes me wake around with only a tee shirt with the logo Daddy’s Girl with an arrow pointing down at my growing belly and a miniskit...Nothing else. He would make me sit on his lap and accept more of his seed at work in front of his employees and offer me as a performance bonus. He makes me want to endure more humiliation as my belly gets bigger and bigger with his children. I want to be his proud daughter slut.”

“How often do you think of daddy taking you to be his special girl?”

Bonnie confessed, “Every day and night.”

“So you are nothing but a daddy slut who fails to even get a real kiss from daddy?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Daddy is strong. The boys at school were too weak. I dated Brick but when it came to me Brick was a push over. The other boys were a push over. You were the only boy who resisted. All the cutting down I did...it didn’t break you. You stood up to me but Kim had you. I hated Kim for making you weak. I wanted you to snap. I wanted you to break free.”

Bonnie was on the verge of releasing her pent up waters.

Ron had tapped into her most secret desires. She wanted Ron to take her...to control her like a real man should control her. To give him permission to take her would be to take power away from the man who now had her on the verge of losing her sanity.

She looked into his brown eyes. It took all her will power to resist. He had to take her. He had to take her without her permission or all her fantasies will remain unfulfilled.

Somehow God answered her prayers.

Bonnie screamed in agony as Ron swiftly penetrated her. She had a thick hymen but Ron’s battering ram tore it asunder. He was not gentle. He took and took pleasure from her body. He grunted obscenities as he pistoned back and forth deeper into her virgin womb.

She whimpered in pain and pleasure knowing instinctively that she wanted both. She accepted pain as the price of granting him release. He took her violently.

Whack. He struck her. Whack. He struck her again. He hit her bruising her as he ravaged her. She quivered as her womb was filled with his essence. He took her like her Roman legionnaire ancestors would take female captives and breed them to carry the next generation of legionnaires.

The girl who once worshiped daddy now worshiped Ron Stoppable. She wanted the honor of carrying his child. She wanted the honor of being roughly taken by him solely to state his needs and desires.

“Who is your daddy?”

“You are my daddy Ron Stoppable.”

He struck her in the mouth with the back of his hand. From the bruises Bonnie knew that it was the same hand he used to beat that cop to death. Bonnie tasted her blood on her lips. Ron bent over and sucked her bloody lip.

Now Bonnie did not care about the deadly electricity that coursed around her. She did not care that she would be hunted down and sought for capital murder. All Bonnie knew was that Ron Stoppable had put the queen bee in her place. She was no longer the queen bee but just another slut for Ron Stoppable. She smiled as he forced her to clean his shaft. She accepted his pee as well as his cum.

“I have more pussy, mouth, and ass to tame slut.”

Bonnie could feel her legs tremble. She had a lover stronger than daddy ever could be.

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