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Bitch Taming	By : MistressCat Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 18979 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Drip. Drip. Driiiiiiiip.
Drop by burning scalding drop the wax seared olive skin. Bonnie's body bent when the next drop of burning wax pelted across her right tit.
"You're going to have to be still, Bitch, if you want to be able to read this," Shego said.

Be still!? FUUUUCKKKK!!!Bonnie thought as the searing heat lit her nerves up across her nipple. She was so ashamed. Ashamed that she was strapped down on the floor in front of a big window her smooth pussy on display for the world. She shuddered as the pain flashed and then receded. Never enough to overpower. "Doesn't it just burn you up that it’s this easy to control you, Bitch. You don't even fight back do you?" The wax flashed down her belly leaving a trail of neon colored fire on her skin.
"NGGGGGG."
"Are you that sick, Bitch? You can't even pretend to be better that this?"

Why? Bonnie thought as the rings holding her to the floor by her ankles tightened. Her back bent sharply and her eyes widened as the wax hit her pelvis again. Soooooo right. "Come on I know you want it. I know you're nothing but a horny wet bitch. And so do you." The candle stayed in place dripping wax over her thigh and Bonnie could not stand it. She rolled and trembled and Shego pulled the candle away placing the slender stub on the floor out of line of sight. Bonnie panted, her skin stinging all over and her muscles tense and aching from her struggles against the wax. Shego shuffled across the floor and whispered right into her ear. "How does it feel to be MY bitch?"

“Good." Bonnie whispered through her fast breathing.
"Speak up, Bitch, I can't here you when you don't open your drooling mouth." Bonnie was ashamed at the line of slobber on the side of her mouth. "How. Does. It. Feel. To. Be. My. Bitch?"
"It feels good. IT FEELS GOOD TO BE YOUR BITCH!!!"
"I knew it would. Now what will, Bitch, do when I let her hands up? Is she going to shove them up her pussy until she cums like the filthy slut she is?"

It was painful how much every debasing slanderous insult turned Bonnie on. It was wrong how hott being called a bitch and a whore made her. How it made her throb between her legs. "Is, Bitch, going to fuck herself? I covered you in wax. I took your body and drew on it. I hurt you and you're going to fuck yourself because of it, aren't you, Bitch?"
"YYYYyyyyeeeesssssssssssss~~"

Bonnie knew better than to deny it. She was slathered in the wax drying on her skin and she would fuck herself stupid if she was given the chance. Shego leaned over the heaving chest of her restrained victim and smiled. "Good, Bitch. I want you to do it right here. Right where I can see it. I want you to tell me what you are when you do it," Shego purred as she unhooked Bonnie's right arm, placing her breasts right in the younger brunette's face to do so. The other hand was freed and Shego leaned back with a predatory grin. "Tell me what you are."
"I'm a bitch," Bonnie said her hand fondling her wax covered breast and feeling the way her skin stang at the contact of her hand. Her other had snaked between her wide spread legs almost instantly. "I'm a fucking horny Bitch." The pleasure as she squeezed her swollen clit between two fingers was sweet relief. Shego had kept her teetering so long. Just building up her arousal with the humiliation and wax. "I'm a skanky whore that let herself be abused." There was no pretty teasing. Bonnie frantically tweaked her red twitching button with her hand. The slickness there was unbelievable. She alternated between frantically slapping and rubbing at her crotch and pinching until she couldn't breath. Her legs were cramping from the way they were twitching in the restraints but she didn't care.
"You're fucking yourself in front of me. You whore. Aren't you ashamed? Don't you know how this makes you look?" It only doubled Bonnie’s efforts as Shego grabbed her hair and arched her head back and yelled."
"Bitch, you better cum for me."
"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG"

It was a gutteral sound that may have been meant to be words before the explosive orgasm robbed Bonnie of her ability to process speech. She was panting looking up at Shego. She didn't even remember when the green woman had stood back up. The Latina’s breasts heaved, and flakes of mostly dried wax fell of her skin. Her entire body was flushed and she couldn't feel her legs.
"Bitch, you look a little burnt out. I'm gonna let you up."

The rings holding her legs wide open and pressed to the floor were undone but Bonnie couldn't get up. She was like jelly on the floor and Shego just smiled.
"Nice to meet yourself, isn't it, Bitch? You’ve been this way a long time huh?"
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Shego nodded as Kim spoke to her from across the kitchen from her seat at the table.
“I don’t know if I can handle this, Sheegs,”Kim said. The partially reformed villainess skillfully arched the wide skillet and sent the sliced vegetables hopping and then splashing back down. “I know I should be proud of Ron for being able to help all these people with his … with whatever this monkey mojo is. But it’s changed things. He’s … he’s a hero now. He’s not my Ron anymore. ”
“No, Kim, he still Ron. He’s still that fucking annoying doofus. He’s just not your sidekick anymore. He’s a big damn hero in his own right now. Can’t handle it huh?”
“EXCUSE ME!!” Kim’s light green eyes narrowed as she glared at the older woman she was now being forced to spend majority of her time with. “Ron has always been a hero. He’s been with me through the whole thing. He’s saved countless people.” Shego dribbled a ladleful of thick sweet smelling sauce over the vegetables.
“Princess, there are two types of people. And you are definitely not the type that can handle having someone share your spotlight.”
“But...”
“No, Pumpkin. You are a type A jetsetter and now Ron’s name is not only being remembered it’s being put up right beside yours and sometimes in front of it. Nothing wrong with stressing. You’re used to being top dog and now you’re little pup is growing up.”
Kim frowned and let her head hit the table. All this was getting to her. She hated to admit it but Shego was right. Was she only jealous? Was the fact that she couldn’t handle sharing her fame as hero going to ruin her relationship with Ron? She loved him. He had been with her since kindergarten. He always had her back and she felt horrible for not wanting to have his. How could she not return the support he had given to her over all the years? How could she want to knock him back down when his powers had stopped the Larwordians?
“God, I’m a terrible person.”
“Heh, if only you knew terrible people, Kimmie. There are plenty who have worse issues than you .You just need to talk to your doofus.”
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“Fuck you, whore,” Connie screamed slapping Bonnie across the face. “I told you not touch my stuff. I told you to keep your stinking fail away from my stuff.”
‘Whore? How does it make you feel to be tied down and flashing your pussy to the world like a filthy whore, Bitch?’ The memory of her at that apartment tied to the floor. After that this was nothing. Bonnie took a moment and then she said,
“Keep your panties on, Connie. I did not touch your stuff,” Bonnie said rolling her eyes. “I don’t go in that shit hole you call a bedroom. And I forgot you don’t wear panties, slut.” Bonnie marched down the stairs and into the kitchen. She felt better. Amazing. Bonnie ignored the hateful glare from Connie as she entered the kitchen and sent a hateful glance at her younger sister.
“Don’t. Start.” Bonnie said.
“Bitch,” Connie said shuffling past the chair.
‘That’s right,’ Bonnie thought managing to completely not react to her sister. ‘I am a bitch but I’m not your bitch, Connie. I’m not yours, or Daddy’s, or Lonnie’s.’ Bonnie smiled and thought of the cellphone as she got up from the table dropping the slender glass in the sink. ‘I’m her bitch.’
It had been a while since she had seen her. That had been one of the single most intense experiences she had ever had. On the ride home all she could think about was how her clothes were tattered and she had no panties. Luckily her family hadn’t been home. She had felt owned and powerless and empowered at the same time. She was so sure every car she passed on the street could see the words Bitch and the rules drawn across her skin in the wax. But no one had.
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“I should be paying charging this chick for the free therapy she’s getting from me,” Shego said as she closed the link to the blog. Ms. Club cellular did not leave a comment on the blog but she grinned. I wonder how badly you want this now. As if prophetically the special disposable phone rang on the desk next to her monitor. Shego opened it with a delicate flick of her thumb. She recognized the number and grinned licking her darkly stained lips tasting black cherry.
‘Perfect’
“Hello.” One short word. That was all. Shego had no intention of asking. She wanted it, so she was going to do the talking.”
“Please can I see you again?” Bonnie asked. Shego looked at the clock on her computer and closed the blog page she had been perusing. “I’ve had a bad week or so.”
“7:00 tonight. Same place, Bitch.”
Shego smiled and span around in her chair. She hadn’t expected it to move this quick but it was always good to be surprised. It only took a few minutes for Shego to make her way across the interstate and turn down the exit to the apartment in her name. By the time her set up was finished the doorbell was ringing and she was rolling her neck as she walked to the door.
She opened it without a word and blocked Bonnie from walking in with a glowing hand stretching across the doorframe. “Bitch, let me make one thing clear. You asked to be here. And I have no intention of going easy on you. If you can’t handle being the nasty little whore you are then turn around now. I will not offer again.” Bonnie glared up into the bright green eyes of the green skinned older woman and said…
“You going to move your arm, or what?”
Bonnie stepped passed the no longer green glowing hands into the open living room. The rings in the floor were covered by wide wooden coffee table and the television was playing something she couldn’t hear because it was on mute. Shego closed and locked the door and when she turned around Bonnie was pulling her loose blue dress over her head stretching her lithe muscular body.
“Good, Bitch, remembering the rules.”
“No clothes in your presence.” The dress went over her head with a silent flip of her brown hair. It also revealed the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. As soon as the simple but nice blue bikini panties hit the floor and were kicked away along with her shoes Shego smiled.

“On the floor, Bitch.” Bonnie obeyed dropping to her knees and then she half-hazardly folded the dress over the panties. Shego grinned. This was going to be so much fun. She might be confident for now but let’s see if she can handle what I have planned. Time to scare her a little. The tall green former villainess made her way over to the loveseat behind the coffee table and plopped down comfortably. She crooked her fingers and Bonnie shuffled over on her knees. “Someone is smart. I like that. Turn around face the screen. She did. The brunette looked at the screen silently playing what looked like some silenced old foreign film judging by the subtitles. Then the screen went black and she was presented with a view of herself on her knees naked next to the table. She quickly turned her head and stared openmouthed and shocked at Shego who was wielding a remote. “This is a great program, Bitch, it’ll show you just how much of a horny slut you are. Time for you to really see yourself how the world sees you.” Shego got up and then removed a small cube from the top of the TV. “Thought it was a cable receiver huh? It’s a very very fancy camera. Ass up.” Bonnie flushed, but just bent forward her chest on the coffee table she saw the image get blurry as the camera moved quickly and then Shego was back in her seat and she saw the up close crystal clear view of her slit on the screen. “Nice ain’t it Bitch. Bet you’ve never seen you own whore pussy this well before have you? ”
Bonnie was then quickly distracted by a painful stinging slap on the right cheek of her upturned bottom. “I asked you a question, Bitch, and I don’t want to have to tan this fine ass before we even get started. So, have you ever seen you own pussy this close up and clear before?
“No.”
“Good. Then I want you to get to know it. Touch it. Run them manicured nails along that pussy for me.”
Bonnie muttered slightly as she received another vicious slap to her bottom. “I did not say I wanted you to complain, Bitch. You do what I say.” Bonnie’s stinging bottom was motivation for her to reach back. It certainly was interesting to see her hand enter the frame on the screen. She gingerly poked her fleshy lower lips. Jenny was much more symmetrical down there Bonnie thought as she ran her fingers along one side of her labia. “You like this pussy, huh, Bitch? You touch it like this a lot?”
“No.”
Two slaps rained down on Bonnie’s backside making her anatomy jump on the screen as her bottom bounced from the impact.
“Stop being a liar, Bitch, I know you can’t keep your hands off this filthy cunt of yours. So horny you can hardly stand it all the time. I saw how you fucked yourself last time. Remember you can’t lie to me. So tell me. Do you touch this nasty pussy of yours a lot?”
Bonnie grimaced beneath her flush and said. “More than some less than others. Not all the time.”
“Better, Bitch, better. Show me how you touch that pussy when you can’t find someone to fuck you like the whore you are.” Shego leaned back and propped her bare feet up on Bonnie’s back. “What part do you touch the most?”
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