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Taming A Slave	By : johnrie18 Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female Views: 35787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: For those of you expecting a traditional, happy ending, you may or may not want to keep reading as I make no promises of such an ending to one regard or another.

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Zorpox sat in his own personal chambers, deep in meditation. He understood enough about the technique to know it was akin to a self-induced kind of hypnosis in a way. A method of forcing the body into a state of REM sleep. It allowed him to compress a full six hours of sleep into only one.

He would need it. He had a schedule to keep and he couldn’t miss it even once. He would visit Kim every two hours. No sooner, no later and without exception. Pattern and patience were his weapons right now and they demanded a surgical precision in their application if he was to break down her barriers.

He would give her as little cause to resist him as possible, yet provoke it gently whenever the chance arose. The more she resisted him now, the greater her fall would be when she finally broke down.

He needed his rest. He still had much to do. Fortunately, he would take plenty of time to do it in.

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Kim basked in the warm feel of the smooth silk sheets against her naked skin as she lay in bed. Smooth white drapes concealed them in a soft, sensual barrier blocking out the outside world leaving her alone. With him.

She lay prone and content at his attentions. His hands caressed their way up and down her body, stirring and boiling her blood as they passed. His lips danced across her body, working their way up to her face. To her lips.

The kiss was overwhelming. It felt like she hadn’t kissed him in years. She savored it all. The taste of nachos on his lips, the smell of cheese, the feel of his lips against hers, his tongue rubbing with her own.

She looked up to see his loving brown gaze meeting hers with nothing but tenderness and affection and it warmed her to her very core. Somehow, their gaze never broke, even as he made his way back down across her body.

Her hands came over the sides of his face to guide his head down the center of her chest. He planted a kiss every centimeter of the way down.

She felt her legs part of their own accord, his hands came to rest upon her calves for support as much as out of longing as she felt his tongue dive for her center.

At first, he merely kissed her moist folds. Her hands pressed him in, encouraging him further as his tongue began to lap at her juices. Her pussy felt hungry for his touch and she felt herself longing to pull him all the way into her. Her left hand instead came over her own breasts, massaging them of their own accord.

He continued to take his time with her folds, driving her further and further into the depths of sexual madness with each lick, his pace increasing as he went along until he finally came to it. His tongue darted out over her clit, sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. In her heightened state of desire, that was all it took.

“Please. Please make me cum. Please Ron.”

He felt his breath on her nether regions in hunger as he redoubled his efforts. He mercilessly battered against her nub with his tongue and she felt her entire body shake in release.

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The silk sheets faded away to be replaced by the hard cot beneath her. Instead of at his face, Kim felt the hard metal chains still securing her hands over her side. Her legs were still forced apart by yet more chains as she heard a satisfied sigh that she could not see through the blindfold.

Zorpox leaned in to plant one more kiss just above her dripping wet pussy, his hands slowly rubbing over her smooth stomach.

“See. Not so bad, is it?” He seemed to whisper the question sensually to her.

“I… I…” Kim had not yet recovered the wit and sense of mind to respond properly. She felt so tired. It was impossible to tell, but she felt like she couldn’t have slept more than ten minutes, and then there had been… her usual visits.

“I heard you calling. Begging.”

Kim tried to bury her face in shame, but she had nowhere to plant it. “It wasn’t for you.”

“It was for him?” Zorpox finished the statement for her, disappointed. “KP, this will be so much easier for both of us if you stop thinking of Ron Stoppable and Zorpox the Conqueror as two different people. The Attitudinator did just what it sounds like it does. It changed my attitude. That’s it. Gave me a new perspective on life. But I’m still the same little boy that kissed your knee when you bruised it on the sidewalk practicing for your cheerleader tryouts.”

The memory caught a lump in Kim’s throat. She recalled a young Ronnie rushing out with a band-aid and wet towel in hand to little Kimmie’s side as she continued to bawl on the sidewalk while clutching at her scrapped leg. The young red head’s tears slowly subsided, though her lower lip still shuddered slightly as Ronnie slowly, tenderly reached for her injury, cleaning it with the wash cloth until little Kimmie had finally quieted herself completely. Then, looking up to meet Kimmie’s scared gaze, Ron simply smiled as he removed the band-aid from its wrapper and placed it over Kim’s bruise, leaning down to kiss it for good luck, and completely missing the deep crimson blush that spread and vanished from Kimmie’s cheeks all too quickly.

“I don’t know who you are.” Kim tried to fight back the fear in her voice. “But I can tell that you’re definitely not Zorpox the Conqueror. He’d have me strapped to some table and have some huge brainwashing death cannon pointing right at me.”

“Oh KP. Still grasping for straws.” Zorpox seemed to sigh. “No matter. I don’t mind chatting. I’ve got nothing but time.”

“And that’s my point.” Kim felt herself gaining a slight confidence as she spoke. “He doesn’t have the time for chatting. He’s always laughing up a storm and jumping from one end of the room to the next, fiddling with something or other.”

“True.” Zorpox admitted of himself. “But there’s one other thing about my ‘Zorpox’ persona” he spoke the words in mock quotation “that you’ve overlooked.”

“What’s that?”

He leaned in to whisper the words almost fiercely into her right ear. “I’m insane.”

There was a long pause as Kim tried to swallow another growing lump in her throat. Zorpox seemed to rise back from Kim’s side.

“And that means when I want something, I am capable of… absolutely anything, as long as I think it will get it for me.” Zorpox’s voice had lost any trace of sensuality or even kindness within it. It was cold. Emotionless. And it all but froze Kim’s blood as she felt her limbs tense against her chains.

Kim could feel Zorpox rise up where he sat at her bedside as he seemed to stand over her.

“You’ve been in that bed for several hours now and had three orgasms there. I can only imagine how badly you must need to go.”

Kim didn’t want to admit it, but it was true. It had been at the back of her conscious mind, but now that she took the time to become aware of it, she realized just how much she had been holding it in.

“Now, before I let you up to go, I need to ask. I don’t have to do anything indignant like drag you to the toilet by a leash, do I?”

Kim said nothing, partially out of defiance, and partially out of fear.

“Fine.” Zorpox seemed to shrug in response.

“No!” Kim was startled by her own outburst and tried to regain her hold over herself. “No.” She finally insisted in a soft, almost timid voice. “I can walk on my own.”

Kim felt her heart hammer as she awaited Zorpox’s response.

“Very well. I’ll be right back.” Kim heard Zorpox turn about and walk out the door, locking it behind him. A few minutes later, he returned. Kim didn’t hear the usual clang of the door shut behind him, and dared to hope, even as Zorpox knelt beside her bed.

Without further warning, Kim felt her arms freed. First her right and then her left. She took a moment to rub the soreness of her wrists, but all too quickly was forced to sit upright in the bed. Her arms were then taken and forced behind her in to an arm binder.

Kim didn’t say anything at the indignanty as she felt her legs unshackled as well. Then, helped up to her feet, she felt Zorpox guide her by the shoulder across the room, fifteen steps, until she felt herself spun around and sat down on a toilet seat.

Kim was startled to discover that this had been in the room with her the whole time and she had never even noticed. She realized that she had only been without her blindfold on once when she had tried to escape earlier, and she hadn’t really bothered to take any notice of her surroundings then.

As she was thinking, she felt Zorpox place a second set of shackles around her ankles that were locked to a clip in the floor in front of the toilet.

“I’ll give you a few minutes of privacy.” And with that, Zorpox rose and walked out of the room, locking the door behind him.

Kim felt tears roll down her face as she went. It had all gone wrong. It was all so wrong. This sort of thing wasn’t supposed to happen to her. Not to her. And not by him. She felt fear threatening to take hold of her mind and body but fought it off.

She was Kim Possible. She could get out of this. She would damn it. She would get out of this. And then…

Kim felt the fear rise up in her again at her inability to finish that thought.

Zorpox returned as Kim had finished. When she was done, he brought her standing upright. She felt gloved hands clean her and then undo the shackles at her feet before guiding her back to her bed.

An instinct to jump him and run for it surged through her, but she fought it down. The last time she had acted rashly, it had cost her. She would not allow that any more. She was better than that.

Zorpox was playing a game, one that required patience. In a moment of clarity, calm overtook Kim as she realized how she would need to beat him.

She too would be patient. She couldn’t allow herself to rush into another trap again. Whatever else he did to her, she knew she needed to hold on. Bide her time and wait. Wait for the opportunity to escape.

She put up no fight as she was chained back into her bed. She said nothing. She didn’t smile or scowl. She just accepted her fate.

For now.
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