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Restitution's A (Green) Bitch	By : Posted4You Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Kim/Shego Views: 9748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: What ‘Chu Talkin’ ‘Bout, Rufus?

Shego was fuming. Again.

Shego was sitting in a tree. Again.

Shego was impatiently (for a ninja) waiting for the Possible household to clear out so she could undertake her home invasion. Again.

"This girl has me jumping through hoops," Shego growled to herself. "But your time will come, Princess. I swear, your time will come...” Her eyes narrowed for the Nth time that morning as that thought came back to her, “…bug-biting?”

James Possible had already left for work this morning in an oddly designed vehicle. A prototype, obviously, as it had the ability to reduce Shego to slack-jawed wonder...as in wondering what the designer was drinking, smoking, and/or injecting?

A quick count showed seven different antennas, a microwave emitter/receiver, a satellite dish pointed straight up, and two more circling like mad over each front tire well. Three computer monitors were visible through the windshield, and... WTF?

Before leaving the driveway, James Possible switched on the headlights. All sixteen of them. Including four fog lamps. And enough undercarriage lights to deactivate the street lamps as he pulled out and began driving off.

The sound of the engine was odd as well. It obviously wasn't a gas-powered engine; Shego couldn't smell any fumes as it passed her hiding tree. It sounded like...well; it sounded like a feline purr, maybe an electric engine... Nah, with all that power consumption, it had to be nuclear.

"I might be stealing that for Drew...later," Shego thought to herself.

Drew. Drakken. Mr. Buff? Geeze.

It was three days since he had woken up in Shego's bed, and he had yet to say a single word about it. Not a single mention of how he was butt-nekkid in his employee's bed. Not even to ask what happened, if anything... Wasn't he curious at all?

Then again, Shego thought to herself, it's not like I'M doing any better by keeping my silence about it. What would I say? "Drew, if you ever slap me with your cock again, I'll JERK IT OFF!"

Shego spent the next couple of minutes silently laughing over her crude double entendre. Oh yeah, she liked that one. That, and she found herself absently stroking her cheek again.

It still...tingled.

And then there are his weird antics in the mini-factory. His prancing, his almost giddy giggling, the look of utter bliss on his face while going over schematics and readouts of the latest toys he's been creating. Like a Catholic schoolgirl who discovered her first vibrator.

Which reminds me, Shego frowned, that three-way retraction device was still in operation at full size. Why hasn't it been shrunk to size? And more importantly, why was it running night and day? It was just going to run out the battery...

Shego's attention was diverted back to the here-and-now by the sudden noise level. She looked over her shoulder, grinning slightly as Jim and Tim exploded from the front door, each yelling "Shotgun" at the same time, then arguing over who said it first, both knowing full well that they'd both be delegated to the back seat. Still, most of the fun is in the arguing...

Shego felt a wave of nostalgia that nearly sickened her to tears.

Anne walked briskly down the sidewalk to her functional minivan, her head up, her back straight, the very model of a successful Wife/Mother/Doctor who had the world by the horns and wasn't afraid of the ride it presented.

Shego couldn't help but think to herself, "Damn, but she's a MILF to boot!"

Assuming that she'd be going to the hospital, the twins would be going... Where do two genius kids go when school is out? To "play" with friends? Shego couldn't see those two having "friends" in the normal sense. Not that anything was "normal" about THIS family.

It took some trial and error... JimandTim. JimnTim. Jimmintim. Jim-and-Tim. Jim-n-Tim... That was the one. Finally accessing their E-mail account, Shego obtained the domain name…as well as three separate passwords…of their stash of "All Things Kim."

Shego quickly realized why Tim had that look in his eyes when he asked for her help.

Kim had bookmarks from the last two years still on file ranging from “Annisbondage.com” to “Insex.com” to “TortureGalaxy.com.” Oy! And what’s this? A calendar? Fetish balls, dances, alternative lifestyles swingers club meetings…bloody hell. The “meeting” with her would-be kidnappers, highlighted.

And a diary.

Oh Lord.

“April 15th… Mistress woke me up today by beating my poor little clitoris with her riding crop. Apparently, Master has returned from his business trip in a foul mood, so I know I’ll be dangling from the library ceiling beams at some point today, my poor sensitive buttocks the target for his olde English whip…”

Aaaah, Shego caught on. A “fantasy” diary. Wait a second, a Master AND a Mistress? Naaaahhh! Just a coincidence.

Blah blah blah…lot of junk, bunch of e-mails from and to her friends, shitload of spam, random stuff. Ah, a folder of stories…ach!

Shego reared back in disgust as she realized that THESE stories were from that “Adult FanFiction” site. Bunch of pervs and wankers, that lot. Still, the stories Kimmie kept are another window into her mind through which I can peek, Shego thought to herself.

Ah, a bunch of “backdoor” passes and hacks. No wonder she has bookmarks to pay sites…

But that was just the tip of the iceberg in that particular area. Shego found something completely unexpected while she was sifting through the mess that went through Kim’s computer, and it wasn't from the spyware program either.

It was Jim and Tim.

She was developing a rapport with the twins.

It started out with Jim asking for their current mailing address.

"Geeze, the way you guys move around so much, by the time we do send a letter to your last known address, you've already broken out and moved two times over!"

That E-mail message alone quite LITERALLY had Shego rolling on the floor, laughing her ass off.

"Just once, we'd like to get Drakken's birthday card to him on time. I mean, it's easy for him to send us a card on OUR birthday, but how can we get our card to HIM? It's...kind of embarrassing to send it to his mother to have it picked up when he visits her."

Jim and Tim sharing birthday wishes with Drakken? When did that start?

Which brought up the next logical question...and this embarrassed Shego somewhat...when was Drew's birthday?

"A week from tomorrow... Fuuuuck..." Shego muttered to herself.

Anyway, that just left Kimmie. Alone in that house. Big...empty...more than likely soundproofed house. Shego chased that line of thinking, as a cat would play with a mouse, licking her lips as evil scenarios played out in her mind. The surprise on little Kimmies face as she opened the door. The fast and furious fight upon entry. The look of utter shock in that redheads eyes as Shego brought out the paddle after tying her spread-eagle over the living room couch.

"No Shego, don't! This is so sick and wrong! Don't...mmmph!" Yesss...gagged with her own...

Shego shook her head in frustration, moving to a higher limb in the tree.

"Damn brat has me fantasizing about..." Okay, deep calming breath, images of serenity, let the demons go, Shego. Let the demons...

"WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP!!!"

"GAHD ALMIGHTY!!!"

Shego nearly tumbled from her perch, as a helicopter...was that a Pave Hawk? A Military helicopter passed no more than 20 feet above the tree she was hiding in. As it passed over the Possible residence, it banked to an alarmingly sudden stop, hovering over the back yard, a harness already being lowered from the open side door.

"Mother of Mercy, have I lost ALL my senses?"

Moments later, a red-headed bundle in cargo pants and tight black top was quickly hauled up to the barely waiting chopper and, even before the cargo door was closed, was on it's way again.

Shego blinked...then let out her breath in a rush, not realizing that she was holding it to begin with. "Yeah, right Shego," she thought to herself. "They might have heard you breathing..."

Hopping down to the branch where she had stashed her backpack of toys, Shego gracefully slung it over her shoulder and dropped the remaining distance to the ground. Knowing already that the neighboring houses were empty, having watched them leave for whatever mundane tasks they assigned themselves, Shego still sprinted across the road and made her way to the back door.

"This has got to be the WEIRDEST break-in I've ever committed," Shego muttered as she used the key given to her by Anne Possible herself. Opening the door and slipping in, Shego nearly swallowed her tongue as a soft beep emanated from the security panel next to the door.

"Hand print identification, please." A short pause. "Hand print identification please."

"Oh...crap..." Why didn't she notice that when she was here before?

"Hand print identification please." It was Anne's voice.

Deciding that she had nothing to lose, but maintaining a foot between the door and the jamb just in case she had to make a hasty exit, Shego tentatively placed her hand on the glowing panel set in the wall.

"Hand print ident..." A beeping, a scan, an electronic equivalent of a satisfied sigh. "Welcome, guest, your unique heat signature has been verified. Be well."

And with that, the security unit retracted back into the wall, panels on either side sliding noiselessly shut, leaving no sign of it's existence.

"Unique...heat signature..." Shego tried to calm her breathing as she recalled that Anne tracked her with that same method less than a week before. From arch nemesis to welcome guest in less than a week. "My rep is being shot to Hell..."

"Language!" Came a disembodied voice.

This time, Shego did choke for a moment. "Gahd!" She thought to herself. "Even when they're not here, they're still parenting!"

Finally closing and locking the door, Shego made a quick inventory of the many now-unnecessary tools for disabling a good dozen types of alarm systems in her pack. Still, she was curious enough to grab one of the gizmos. Somewhat alike in design and size of Kimmies communicator, this particular toy read electromagnetic fields to determine where major sources of energy were being deployed and how...

Shego's eyebrows shot up.

An average house had three or four main cables and maybe a half dozen to a dozen minor offshoots to active appliances.

This house...was literally alive.

"Rocket scientists and tiny science geeks," Shego snorted to herself.

Quickly making her way upstairs, pausing only slightly to snicker at a framed photo of (a young) Kim Possible in pig-tails, Shego made her way to Kim's bedroom. A quick sweep therein and Shego was snickering again. Undies, a week's worth of clothes, various "must have" reading materials for the average teen on the go, a pizza box with questionable contents... What a mess!

"Well, at least this will minimize any chances that Kim will notice that anyone was snooping around in here." Still... Shego slowly swept the room with the E.M. Scanner. Uh-huh.

Shego looked up from the scanner to the almost unnoticeable pinhole in the wall. Carefully concealed, blending in with the pattern of the wallpaper, but unmistakably a camera.

"Wade..." Shego purred the name, then took out her phone from her pack. "My number IS listed." Waiting a few moments, she continued. "And I'm not the patient type." A few more moments put a burr in her purr. "Wade...?"

The cell phone in her hand softly beeped. Shego smiled slightly, still looking at the camera.

"Hello Wade. I've been expecting your call."

"U-Uuuh... Sh-Shego...?"

"Let's get a few things straight right off the bat. I'm a guest in this house for now. You know that. I'm not doing this to profit from it in any way. And I won't be telling Kim of any secrets she "shared" with you."

"I..." The sound of Wade clearing the squeak out of his voice let Shego know she made her point. "I understand Shego."

"You also know, then, that our little Princess has been jacked up on a beat-down on my face for the last month or so, right?"

"Kind of...(ahem)...kind of hard to miss that, yeah."

"So I'm assuming that you've been developing a file on the individuals that Kimmie made her "appointment" with, so to speak?"

"Yeah...that was a bucket of pus I regret...yeah."

"Send me the files Wade. I'll take it from here," Shego growled.

"Thank you!" The relief of handing over that responsibility came over the phone was obviously a great deal of weight off Wade's young shoulders. "If there's anything I can do..."

"Oh, you're not off the hook yet, young man. I need some information from you."

"Uhhh...?"

"Where...are...her...toys," Shego asked Wade, looking directly into the pinhole camera.

Shego could hear him swallowing.

"Night stand. Left side of the bed. Pull it away from the wall and you'll see a...a box in a secret compartment in the back. It's...it..."

"Wade? One last thing. The helicopter? Monkey Fist or Killigan?"

"Motor Ed actually," Wade replied, grateful to be on any other topic. "He's apparently planning to...eep!" He finally realized to whom he was telling too much information.

"Hmm. She'll be home for supper then. All right Wade, I'd like some privacy for now."

"Yes Ma'am... I mean, I understand Sheg... I mean..."

Ending what was probably the WEIRDEST telephone conversation in his entire young life, Wade quickly hung up, as well, switching off the pinhole camera.

Putting her phone back in her pack, Shego turned to the nightstand and took a cleansing breath. "All right Princess, let's see what rocks your world."

Fifteen minutes later, Shego carefully washed down the bathroom sink, breath minty-fresh after having "borrowed" a capful of mouthwash. She had expected to find a dildo, perhaps a vibrator, MAYBE some tiger balm and a few clothespins...

The cattle prod (no pun intended) was shocking, though Shego had to admire how Kimmie had obviously shortened it's reach on her own. The nipple clamps were a little disturbing, what with those serrated alligator jaws and surprisingly strong spring mechanism to clamp them shut. A dental dam for keeping her mouth wide open. Nostril hooks on a long leather leash with weights on the end, obviously slung over the headboard. A big-ass (no pun intended) butt plug with a strip of sandpaper glued around the base… The needles, fat two-inch long bastards...that was flat out disturbing.

The dried blood...

That in itself wasn’t enough to trigger a gag reflex for Shego, far from it. But finding it under these circumstances was so…SO unexpected…

Shego carefully replaced everything exactly as she left it, smoothed out the bed where she had landed when her knees gave way...then re-rumpled the spot to evenly match the rest of the bed. Closed the door on her way out...yes, it was definitely closed before.

Shego was fuming. Again.

She made her way to the back door, muttering to herself.

"Kim Possible, you are seriously FUCKED UP!"

"Language!"

Shego couldn't help but snort in amusement as she covered her eyes. "Sorry, Mom."

Bad language versus a sadomasochistic lifestyle. It...was just so...warped.

Shego slipped out the back door, making sure to lock it. As she made her way back to her car, she thought to herself, "Gonna have to tell Drew to amp up the nastiness of his toys."

To Be Continued.
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