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Captive delights.	By : Morgoth22 Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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Interlude

Perhaps the worst thing was nobody forced them, Kim thought. Oh, they weren’t free to leave, and in fact she couldn’t actually figure a way out of the camp…which was demoralizing, all the more when the realized that it was the neural circuitry—she could go so far, but always got confused and ended up coming right back into the camp. Maybe someone could lead her out… but she wondered. Kim hadn’t liked the mind control of drakken, but even that wasn’t as bad as this. With the chip her body had been like a toy, controlled by a remote, while the Moodulator had also had a sense of something outside of her…but this, the aphasia and the inability to walk out seemed like a part of her now. The whispering voice telling her that the guards had meaty and thick cocks and a good girl would suck them to thank them for the work they were doing, and she tried to ignore it but here she was stroking herself, braced against a tree, biting her lip…again, and wondering if it would be so bad, to do what Tara was happily doing right now in the middle of the clearing with two off duty guards…
And nobody forced them. Not a single woman had been physically compelled… in fact most of them ended up being asked, with a smile if this was what they really wanted. Amelia had giggled and nodded, hopping on a guards lap and whispering into his ear as he fondled her tit-globes. The next thing they’d known, Amelia was allowed to spend time in one of the guard barracks, one woman to service six men…and loving it, even if she waddled more than she walked when she came back the next morning.
The bitch. What did she have that Kim didn’t?
Kim whimpered. And it had only been two days. It was getting harder to remember when she didn’t feel horny all the time, or when her boobs were getting so full… which possibly indicated that the Mistress was the head. She figured any man would be hanging E-cups on everyone, but they were just getting augmented slightly…Kim from a B to a respectable C, and Bonnie up about a cup size from her original d cups… just enough to make them prominent, but not grotesque…Kim shivered when she remembered what had been said…
The buyers like the natural look. She didn’t want to imagine what might have happened if they had not liked the natural look. Joke about it as much as anyone might, it was another demonstration that they had no control, not even of the shape of their bodies.
Kim got up and started to walk back to their cabin. It was almost time for them to practice a routine…probably with a buzzing intruder stuck up their twats and anus’s and the best group getting gang banged by way of reward. That had almost happened yesterday, but Tara had orgasmed on top of the pyramid and brought the whole thing down.
Bitch. If she hadn’t, then Kim would have had to go along…she would have no choice. Nobody could blame her for taking a man’s thick cock in her mouth and showing him how a real pro handled things, then, could they?
“Get…get a grip.” Kim said, She had to figure a way to get out, or get a message. She had an idea…but…it terrified her.
Terrified her because if she failed, then there was no hope…she’d go back, smiling like Connie and Lonnie (who were very popular with the men) and break up with Ron and go where they told her to.
“Kim…Kim!” Kim looked over and saw Bonnie and Monique approaching her, desperation on their faces. They were the only two in the cabin who weren’t fucking everything with a dick that would let them, other than her. Probably the only other two in the entire camp. Curvier than they’d been when they arrived, they both were looking at Kim.
“Monique…Bonnie…what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Bonnie fairly shrieked, only avoiding another taste of the ball gag by pausing at Monique’s warning hiss.
Good girls don’t scream… except when they fuck. Bonnie calmed down, and held on to Monique.
“My sisters were over…”
“Bitchy as usual?” Kim asked,
“No…nice.” She said, “They were talking about how I was going to love this… Kim, we’re all going to the same buyer!”
“Who?”
“They wouldn’t say, but if you can’t get us out of here, we’re fucked!” Bonnie’s eyes were wide open with a fear Kim hadn’t seen.
“What…what did they do?” Kim asked.
“They were nice.” Monique said. “Connie was talking about how she’d just been to the camp doctor and was rated for kids…she’s supposed to go on fertility drugs in the next month, and Lonnie was jealous…except that Connie promised her to let her use some drugs so she could nurse her kids, so Connie could get knocked up again faster, and they were talking about all the wonderful things you could do with kids and how the idea of getting pregnant made them horny…and then they, Amelia, and Tara invited some guys in and were getting fucked…” Monique paused, panting. Like everyone else, her “outfit” had a habit of changing on it’s own, and now the liquid metal had formed armbands, a collar (which was always there) and sprayed on silver trunks, leaving her firm tits to jiggle in time with her words. Kim had to look elsewhere than those dark nipples.
“Kim…” Bonnie said, “Before I was pissed…but they’re not my sisters. They hate kids… Are they going to do that to me? Maybe make me decide I hate cheerleading or like starring in bestiality videos…or maybe forget about ballet?” There was real fear in her voice and eyes.
Bonnie spent twelve years learning to do ballet- no, fourteen now. Lot’s of practice, and lots of awards… Kim understood her fear. What if she forgot all about Ron? A friend and more, a lover, gone to the point where she wouldn’t even miss him? A shiver having nothing to do with sex spread over her body. Monique was thinking the same thing, about friends or parents, Kim didn’t know.
“What…what do we do, GF?” Monique asked, “We are so UFBB!” Kim blinked.
“Utterly F- Beyond Belief.” Monique supplied, not saying the word to avoid triggering her minders. Kim found herself focusing on the way Monique’s lips were moving…the play of her hair…and then found her eyes sliding over to Bonnie… who was unconsciously moving closer to her. Suddenly, she felt an eruption of need, beyond anything she’d felt before. Kim moaned and moved into the arms of Monique, and felt Bonnie press up against her, large breasts flattening into her back, hands moving down to her crotch, the silver metal moving aside, like a faithless chastity belt. Kim desperately kissed Monique. Tongues dueling, they staggered to the side, a little nook out of sight, with a small cheerful stream feeding into a small pond, falling onto the soft grass. Kim whimpered as Monique broke off their kiss, and gently started to lick and nipple on her tits, tongue flicking over the redhead’s erect nipples. Kim arched her back and felt Bonnie’s tongue touch her slit, flicking her to maddening heights. Soft cries grew louder, as they seemed to melt into each other.
“I…I can’t…” Monique moaned, “But I need it…please Kim, Bonnie…I need it…”
“I know…” Kim gasped out, “I need it too.” Because it isn’t a man…it’s you. My friends, not my masters… Bonnie didn’t bother saying anything. The three made love, ending up in a sort of triangle, Kim eating out Monique while Monique thrust her tongue into Bonnie’s pussy while Bonnie returned the favor to Kim. If anyone had been close (or even not so close) they would have heard the trio, their cries rising into a single passion filled call, before it trailed off.
Kim found herself lying between Bonnie and Monique. She rolled over and found herself looking into Bonnie’s eyes, and realized that right now, the former rival was looking at her with longing…desperation…and yes, need.
“You have an idea…please?” Bonnie asked. Kim paused, and then kissed her, feeling a thrill run through her. Bonnie was pretty, God she was pretty, so was Monique. Why hadn’t Kim realized that?
“We… we should get back.” Monique said. “We don’t…we don’t want to be late.” She continued, but her hands were running up and down Kim’s body. Kim didn’t want to move, feeling their warmth…but…
“OK…” She said softly, and the three got up, leaning against each other, and started back to the cabin, unable to refrain from touching or nuzzling as they walked.
And being watched the whole way.
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“Excellent.” The male voice said, as the screens in the control room showed the three’s sexual encounter and the after math. The mistress sat in a chair, Yori obediently licking, her head between the older woman’s legs, as the Mistress ran her hand through her hair. That was the thrill the woman thought. This pet could kill her in a dozen different ways, yet was her submissive slave, sleeping in an oversized basket like some favorite cat when she wasn’t attending her.
Next to her, the nude form of Vivian looked down with some annoyance. Vivian was a bit less strong in her bisexuality than Yori, and in fact preferred to be sent out to service the guards…but she was still angry Yori got to please the mistress and not her!
I devised the systems here, why does that cunt hungry slut get rewarded? Yes, she knew what dear Vivian was thinking…and to think less than a year ago she’d almost killed them in an escape attempt. Well that was long past now!
“They don’t suspect?” He asked.
“Of course not, sir.” The mistress replied. There was one being in the world she would call sir, and this was it, although to be honest, he really didn’t care so long as the money came in. “We waited until they were in exactly this position. They’re resistant to the males, so we’ll play up the lesbian tendencies... and then when one falls, the others will follow because of their attachment.” She shrugged, “They’re already half way there, but I thought since they are all part of the special project…”
“Yes, yes.” The voice said, evidently losing patience.
“Sir?” She continued, “About Kimberly Possible’s mother… the buyer might be willing to pay for her, she also has skills…”
“No!” The voice was firm. “Adults her age are too unpredictable…and a suicide or other breakdown would force us to keep her forever, or risk bringing the kind of information, and questions to light, we cannot have asked.”
“Yes sir.”
“Besides, we have more than enough money coming in, especially once the project is finished. Is the other subject here?”
“Yes…but preparing her for captivity has left her…fragile.”
“Excellent. She’ll be all the more likely to pattern on the others.”
“Very well sir.” The mistress turned her attention back to Yori, who was skillfully bringing her to orgasm now that the conversation was over. Yori was aroused, but she wouldn’t orgasm…not until later, not until she was allowed to. The woman smiled. Little Kim with her defiance. There had been many like her since the place had opened. The young police officer, the FBI agent… both of them were happy and loyal pets right now, the FBI officer still at the Bureau, and the police officer retired and expecting her fourth child as a obedient house wife…and Kim would turn out the same way. In fact, she intended, before Kim was sold off, to have her in the same place Yori was, by way of letting Kim thank the author of her good fortune.
The woman’s laugh echoed through the room, as the guards notified her that the new subject was ready…
TBC.
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