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Dimension Sitch	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 14905 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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.

“All things atrocious and shameless flock from all parts to Rome.”
-Tacitus
CHAPTER 03: Cum Romae

She awoke surrounded by tall grasses. Joss Possible sat up and looked around her. She was on a gently sloping, boulder strewn, hillside, overlooking what appeared to be a small farm. It was a good distance away, but she could easily spot the farm workers going about their business of plowing and planting in the fields. This, she immediately concluded, wasn't where she was supposed to be. Not unless the white aliens that were playing hide the magic Easter eggs in her own, and probably other dimensions, were an agrarian society, something she very much doubted. Then she remembered the two inter-dimensional tunnels colliding.
Having payed more attention than most her companions to Wade's lecture on multidimensional physics, she concluded that the collision had sent her into some unknown, and possibly parallel, dimension. She wondered what kind of dimension, and if her companions had also wound up here? With a thought, she engaged the Kimmunicator function of her nanosuit.
After a few minutes of trying, unsuccessfully, to contact her cousin and the rest of the team, she gave up. Apparently she was alone here, wherever here was. She turned her thoughts to finding out exactly what kind of here this was. Knowing the score would help her survive until she was rescued. The thought of not being rescued never even crossed her mind.
She had, then immediately rejected, the idea of just walking down to the farm and finding out what she needed to know. Better, she thought, to take a more passive route, at least until she knew if the natives were friendly or not. Using the tall grass for cover, she crawled a little closer to the nearest field. She stopped next to a stone, which was near enough to the farm for her to get a good look at what was going on. From this new vantage point she could study the comings and goings of this dimension's denizen's in relative safety.
The first thought she had while watching the work, was that it all seemed pretty primitive. Men in loincloths were digging in the ground with what looked like bronze implements, while women and a few children in some kind of loose fitting tunics, followed behind them and planted seeds in the upturned earth. Some of them wore sandals, while others were barefoot. None of the tools or clothing looked manufactured.
Her attention turned to the buildings on the other side of the tilled land. All three buildings had stone foundations. Two of them had bare brick walls, while the third was painted a bright white. It was also the largest, and seemed to be shaped like a square surrounding a central courtyard. It was also the only one with a second story. As she studied the tile roofed structures, she had the impression of a Spanish villa. It wasn't quite the same, but there were similarities.
Joss was by no means a historical authority, but even she could see there was something odd about the whole setup. From what little she knew, bronze age cultures didn't have the kind of know how to build anything like the buildings she was looking at.
A shout interrupted her puzzlement. It was coming from a child, just exiting one of the smaller buildings, carrying a large wooden bucket.
“Bibendum! Venit et bibere!”
The farm workers dropped tools and seed filled bags and moved toward the child. Soon they were taking turns drinking with a wooden ladle from what was obviously a water bucket.
Joss licked her lips as she contemplated the cool looking water and the language. She pushed her own thirst aside and almost slapped herself upside the head. A thought brought her nanosuit's translator online. She really didn't expect it to work on some weird gibberish from another dimension, but figured it couldn't hurt to at least try.
Once the nano-speaker formed in her ear, she heard the program kick in.
“Translator operational. Detecting... Configuring... Translation begin. Latin to English.”
Her eyes widened as she listened to the chatter of the parched farm workers. They spoke of the weather, when crops were due to be planted, and other various, and mostly banal, topics. It shocked her that they were doing it in a well known, but dead, language.
Suddenly the chatter stopped. Along with the gathered group, her eyes turned to a man coming out of the large painted house. He also wore sandals, but the rest of his outfit differed greatly from that of the rest. Over what was a similar tunic, he wore a drape of white cloth. It was almost robe-like. Then she got it. It was a Toga. Not some bed sheet like frat boys wore to parties in movies, but a real, honest to goodness Roman Toga!
The man stopped a short distance from the group and began to speak. “Listen my slaves! Thanks to your efforts I, Tillius Soilus, have gained the recognition of our Caesar for having the best farm between Rome and Neapolis! Tonight I travel with my wife to Rome to dine with the Imperial court itself. When I return three days hence, and if all the fields are planted, I will grant manumission to one of you who has proved themselves the best worker of all! Serve me well!”
As a group, the slaves cheered. “Hail Caesar! Hail Tillius Soilus!”
After the farmer went back into the villa, Joss continued to watch the crowd of slaves. Happy, and obviously unguarded, slaves. It was just too weird! She listened as they returned to the field, speculating who might be the one of them their owner might give freedom. The work of planting the crops resumed with renewed vigor as she pondered what she had just learned of this dimension.
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An hour later, Joss found herself standing next to a road, looking at the final bit of proof she needed that she was actually in some version of ancient Rome. The two foot high, white painted, concrete mile stone pointed out she was only about twenty miles from the capitol city of the empire. The road itself was a good nine feet wide and made of closely fitted flat stones and mortar. She was pretty sure it was the famous Appian Way. It was creepy to see it whole, since all she had known of it before was from pictures of it as a worn and crumbled ruin.
Going to Rome seemed to be the only real choice she had. In the city, she could blend in, be inconspicuous, just one in the crowd. It was something she couldn't do at the farm she had left behind her. The question was, should she take the well traveled road to get there or not?
As if cued by her thoughts, she saw a cart coming from the south. She backed away from the road, and stepped behind a large tree. Her brows lifted as she recognized one of the two people riding the cart. It was Soilus, and the woman beside him must be his wife. As they passed, Joss glanced down at her nanosuit, then at what the woman was wearing. In only the short time she took to think of it, she too was wearing the odd shaped dress, similar to a Toga, but not quite the same, as the woman wore. Then she added sandals, and felt she was ready to brave the road, since she was now appropriately garbed.
A few miles later, she decided to leave the road again. The growing need to empty her bladder prompted her decision. She was pretty sure someone, like the group of soldiers she passed not long before, wouldn't take kindly to her pissing on the famous roadway.
Looking to both sides of the road, she saw there wasn't much in the way of cover. On her right, however, there was a small hill. She started that way, figuring that doing her business on the other side of the hill would be private enough.
As she climbed toward the top of the hill, she thought about the soldiers. Especially about their gleaming steel armor and weapons. The sight had made her admonish herself not to make snap judgments in the future. When she was at the farm, she assumed, falsely she now knew, it was a bronze age culture. Now she knew better. She could guess now, that it was just cheaper to use bronze for farm implements. She wouldn't say it for a fact though, not until she had proof. Making mistakes was something she could ill afford.
Even as she came to that conclusion, and topped the hill, she realized she was in the process of making a really big mistake. On the other side of the hill was a small encampment. Four tents sat in a rough circle around a large fire pit. Between two of the tents were a couple of crude looking wooden cages. In one cage sat a naked young girl, maybe a couple years younger than herself. In the other cage was a large mangled lump. It was covered in blood and lay very still, half buried in a pile of straw. Some kind of animal, was her best guess.
Two young men, or maybe older teenagers, were next to the animal's cage. One was very dark skinned and had his hair tied up around his head with a strip of red cloth. The other was pale, skinny, with long blond hair and freckles. He was using a stick to poke between the bars of the cage at the beast. Both wore faded and patched leather armor.
At the pit a very large man, maybe about the same age as the other two, but she couldn't be sure, was arranging wood for a fire. He easily stood over seven feet tall, and almost that wide, or so it seemed to her, but had an almost childlike face. Instead of armor, he wore a tunic that strained to cover his large body.
Whoever these people were, she was pretty sure she didn't want any part of it. Slowly, so as not to draw their attention, she began to back away. Two steps later she backed right into something large, and unless she was mistaken, very furry.
A very deep, gruff sounding, voice chuckled. “What do we have here? Another piece of nubile flesh for us to bring to the auction block? Boss! Come take a look at this!”
Hands grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms to her sides. She was about to exert her nanosuit's capabilities to break free, when she froze. Her mind rebelled as she looked at the man who came out of one of the tents. Like the soldiers she passed on the road, he wore a shiny steel breastplate. His head was bare though. A thatch of blond hair sat atop a face she couldn't help but recognize. It couldn't be! He was too old, too muscular, too barbaric looking, to be Ron!
He placed his fists on his hips as he looked toward the top of the hill. “This had better be good, Barkus Biteus! You know I don't like having my meals interrupted!”
Too stunned to act, she let the very hairy man march her down the hill and into the circle of tents. “Forgive me Ronacus, but as you can see, our stock has doubled. She just walked right into camp, can you believe it?”
At the mention of the blond's name, Joss had a flash of memory. Years ago, knowing her love of hearing about her cousin's adventures, Kim told her of a visit to the Middleton museum. Told her about seeing a statue, and hearing the story behind it. A story of a man named Ronacus. He was a gladiator in ancient Rome. A hero who battled against the evil Drakkus Maximus.
As the man who looked way too much like Ron looked her over, Joss knew she had to actually be in the presence of that very same historic figure. However, she glanced at the cage containing the young girl, the historians had apparently gotten some things wrong. This man, and his cronies, were obviously slave traders. Her head cleared from her shock and she came to a decision. As happy as the slaves on the farm seemed, she really didn't want to join their ranks.
She tensed up, ready to break the man's grip and make a run for it. Just as she was about to act, she heard a whispered voice in her ear. A familiar voice. A voice coming over her Kimmunicator.
“Would you mind not escaping until after I've recovered a bit and can go with you?”
Heedless of the slaver who was giving her the eyeball, Joss whipped her head around and looked at the cage not occupied by the girl. The blood covered mound still lay there, but now that she knew who it was, she could see that only part of his body had blood on it, the rest of the red was his usual, unnatural, red skin color. An arm that was covering his face moved slightly, pushing some of the straw aside, and Barry Long winked at her. She couldn't help letting out a surprised gasp.
Ronacus reached out and grabbed her by the jaw. He twisted her face back around to his own. “Scared? You should be.” He looked at the man who was holding her. “Put her in the cage with the other one. And no samples! You know how my business partner can get when she receives damaged goods...”
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