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THE BROKEN ONE

Negotiations, Part One

By Violent Vi

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Lemon Warnings

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For a moment, Bonnie Rockwaller thought that the events of the pass forty-eight hours was nothing but a really messed up dream. She had panicked when she found herself pinned down to the hard concrete floor until she saw Ron Stoppable’s trademark messy blond hair.

Upon seeing that it was Ron, Bonnie relaxed. She replayed the lost of her virginity and could feel the stickiness between her legs.

I wanted to kill myself.”

Bonnie curse herself as her body started responding to his ministrations.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because you told me to kill her.”

His hands touched her folds. Folds that only she had touched. Fold that only she had touched as she imagined her strong father ravaging her.

“Do you do whatever just any man tells you to do?”

Bonnie could feel herself getting moist down there.

“Not just any man.”

“When you touched yourself down there what do you imagine?”

Ron’s fingers started probing the entry to her womanhood.

“I imagine a strong man taking me and taming me.”

Bonnie found herself closing her eyes.

“Look at me. I want you to see what is happening to you. Just who is this strong man.”

Bonnie found herself confessing her innermost secret.

“Daddy.”

“Does daddy know?”

“No. I am afraid that he would hate me for being messed up.”

The pressure was building up.

“I feel it. Your cherry...You never had sex before.”

Bonnie wanted to lie, but lying was impossible. This was a man stronger than daddy. She could not lie to her father. She could not lie to the man who was subjecting her to this humiliation.

“Tell me you sickest fantasy.”

“Daddy comes to my room. He is upset with me. He makes me strip. He spanks me like he use to do when I was little. I find myself getting wet and he notices. He smacks me and tells me that he is going to cure me off my impure thoughts. He makes me tell him all my sick fantasies and then he punishes me by raping me. He does it when I am fertile and he spends all weekend pushing more and more of his seed into me. He makes me fat with his baby girl and makes me wake around with only a tee shirt with the logo Daddy’s Girl with an arrow pointing down at my growing belly and a miniskirt...Nothing else. He would make me sit on his lap and accept more of his seed at work in front of his employees and offer me as a performance bonus. He makes me want to endure more humiliation as my belly gets bigger and bigger with his children. I want to be his proud daughter slut.”

“How often do you think of daddy taking you to be his special girl?”

Bonnie confessed, “Every day and night.”

“So you are nothing but a daddy slut who fails to even get a real kiss from daddy?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Daddy is strong. The boys at school were too weak. I dated Brick but when it came to me Brick was a push over. The other boys were a push over. You were the only boy who resisted. All the cutting down I did...it didn’t break you. You stood up to me but Kim had you. I hated Kim for making you weak. I wanted you to snap. I wanted you to break free.”

Bonnie was on the verge of releasing her pent up waters.

Ron had tapped into her most secret desires. She wanted Ron to take her...to control her like a real man should control her. To give him permission to take her would be to take power away from the man who now had her on the verge of losing her sanity.

She looked into his brown eyes. It took all her will power to resist. He had to take her. He had to take her without her permission or all her fantasies will remain unfulfilled.

Somehow God answered her prayers.

Bonnie screamed in agony as Ron swiftly penetrated her. She had a thick hymen but Ron’s battering ram tore it asunder. He was not gentle. He took and took pleasure from her body. He grunted obscenities as he pistoned back and forth deeper into her virgin womb.

She whimpered in pain and pleasure knowing instinctively that she wanted both. She accepted pain as the price of granting him release. He took her violently.

Whack. He struck her. Whack. He struck her again. He hit her bruising her as he ravaged her. She quivered as her womb was filled with his essence. He took her like her Roman legionnaire ancestors would take female captives and breed them to carry the next generation of legionnaires.

The girl who once worshiped daddy now worshiped Ron Stoppable. She wanted the honor of carrying his child. She wanted the honor of being roughly taken by him solely to state his needs and desires.

“Who is your daddy?”

“You are my daddy Ron Stoppable.”

He struck her in the mouth with the back of his hand. From the bruises Bonnie knew that it was the same hand he used to beat that cop to death. Bonnie tasted her blood on her lips. Ron bent over and sucked her bloody lip.

Now Bonnie did not care about the deadly electricity that coursed around her. She did not care that she would be hunted down and sought for capital murder. All Bonnie knew was that Ron Stoppable had put the queen bee in her place. She was no longer the queen bee but just another slut for Ron Stoppable. She smiled as he forced her to clean his shaft. She accepted his pee as well as his cum.

“I have more pussy, mouth, and ass to tame slut.”

Because of Ron’s weight pinning her down, Bonnie could not touch herself down there. Many a morning she had masturbated with the shower head imagining her father taking her and having his way with her. However, the experience could not prepare for the release she felt last night.

Captured, taken, and ravaged, Bonnie Rockwaller never felt more free...more alive.

Bonnie Rockwaller...no Bonnie Stoppable...

Bonnie vowed to forever think of herself as Bonnie Stoppable...Ron Stoppable little slut daughter. It had been a week since her period ended and she hoped that last night her daddy Ron fulfill a key part of her fantasy. She wanted to carry daddy’s incestuous child. She wanted to feel a new life grow within her and know that it was Daddy Ron who knocked up his little slut daughter Bonnie.

Next time, I will rob a school uniform store. Then we will steal a video camera. I will show Daddy Ron how I am a good obedience slut who deserves to be punished by being humiliated and paraded around with my belly exposed to the world. We will make videos and show the world just how good little slut whores act. That Kim harlot would be red in the face knowing that Daddy Ron chose me to be his little whore. She calls herself a cheerleader, but she can’t even take a fuck for the home team.

The pressure was building up, but even if Bonnie was not pinned down, she could not touch herself. To do would only break the rules. Only Daddy Ron could give her permission to relieve her newfound needs. Only Daddy Ron...

Ron Stoppable was asleep when he rolled off of her. From secretly watching her father, Bonnie knew that real man slept in the nude and woke up with an erection. She compared Ron to her memories of her father’s firefighting apparatus. Her biological father was endowed...but Ron Stoppable could have been a porn star with his fire hose.

Bonnie wanted to mount the monster that tore her in two last night. However, like a little kids and the cookie jar, Bonnie had to get her parent’s permission before getting a treat.

Bonnie whispered, “Daddy Ron...can I pwease whave a wittle nookie?”

Daddy Ron ignored her. He was tired from his ordeal.

Bonnie whispered, “Daddy Ron...can I pwease whave a wittle nookie? Pretty pwease with suger on top.”

Daddy Ron moaned, “Ahhhh, go ahead...Just let me sleep.”

Bonnie thought for a second. She could not wake up daddy and yet she was allowed to have a little. She could not climb on top.

That would be too greedy and slamming down on daddy’s hips was not a good thing to do to a sore, tired daddy who spent last night working hard on taming his little baby’s need for a good bang.

The old Bonnie once looked upon her next idea as yuck, as if...

The little Bonnie slut whore knew that she still had to have her mouth and ass tamed so she won’t get too big for her britches.

Daddy Ron’s helmeted warrior was covered in blood and the juices from the battle it waged against the once legendary impenetrable walls of hymen. However it did the job and took its causalities. Now it was the defeated one’s task to ensure that Daddy Ron’s warrior would always be ready to battle.

Bonnie tentatively licked at the helmet. She licked it like she licked an ice cream cone when she was five and daddy took her to the carnival. She licked it like she licked a big lollipop when she was eight. She soon was attacking it like General Sherman attacked Atlanta.

Atlanta rose. Atlanta fought back and fired its cannon. Atlanta fell.

Now it was time to rebuild Atlanta.

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It was seven A.M. when Shego blasted her alarm clock with a groggily aimed blast of plasma. It took three tries before the infernal beast was slain. But the damage was done. Shego was awake and in a very bad mood.

No wonder why Kim Possible beats you all the time. You can’t hit crap.

It took a lot of work getting out of jail. Global Justice had experimented with a new restraint system that turned Shego’s powers against her. What they did not know was that as a child, she was bit by the magic bug and knew how to pick her way out of hand cuffs. With hair like hers, no one could find all the hairpins. Especially the new composite hairpins that Dr. D invented for her. They did not show up on a scanner or metal detector.

Getting out the cuffs was child’s play. Finding Drakken was harder. Getting Drakken out was damn near impossible.

Stupid jerk, how many times did I tell him not to rant while we are sneaking. If it was not for the hefty get me out of jail bonuses, I would have let him rot a long time ago.

Shego wondered why she did not retire from her life in villainy.

Over the years the former teen super-heroine had amassed a fortune that rivaled that of Bill Gates. When Senior Senor Senior had hired her to be Junior’s villainy tutor, she had negotiated a clause that make Senior her financial manager. Senior taught her how to launder money and built up her millions into billions. If she wanted to she could join the billionaires club and buy an island nation paradise that would grant her citizenship and a diplomatic passport making her untouchable.

However, Shego was looking for something...something that she could not define and so she stayed in a life that involved listening to Drakken’s stupid three hour rants, stealing inventions for Drakken, fighting with Kim Possible, getting Drakken and self out of jail, and extorting more concessions out of the blue skinned idiot.

After a couple years, her contract looked more like a law library than a piece of paper. No cloning clause...No genetic mutation clause...No making me work while I am having period...No peeking on me naked clause...No chipping me clause...the list grew with every new stupid idea of Drakken.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She was only twenty...three years older than her red head nemesis.

Contrary to the whispers in the chat rooms, Shego never had a lover.

Her cherry was taken by a device to open up the vagina for body cavity searches during her first arrest at the age of fifteen. The police claimed it was a mix up and instead of getting a summons to appear and testify against the last villain they arrested, the Go City Police got an arrest warrant. There was an antagonism between Team Go and the Go City PD, since with Team Go the city severely cut back on police staff. When they got the warrant, the Go City PD went out of the way to make her experience a living hell.

The police took Shego's first mug shot. They fingerprinted her. They striped searched her. They took pictures of her birthmarks. One was in the inner right thigh. One was on the left butt cheek. And the last was just below her breast. At fifteen Shego was very self conscious about her body and having half a dozen male guards taking photos only made her felt even more violated.

They laughed as they saw her cherry. There was no way that she could shove anything up there without breaking it, but they insisted on checking. They shoved it up and opened it inside of her. They laughed at her screams and tears.

The memory of the guards laughing as the device ripped away her innocence. When Shego got out of prison...she destroyed the photographs, paid each of the laughing guards a visit, and ensured that they sang soprano. It was then that Shego left Team Go and went into villainy.

Hego keeps asking why I left. How the hell am I going to explain to he that believes in the goodness of men about what they did to me?

Shego hated the cold metal device they use to check her cavities.

Shego couldn’t even summon the courage to visit a gynecologist because she was afraid of the doctor using the same device. Shego went into the shower. She spent two hours trying to get herself cleaned, but there was no being clean after that experience. The only people that knew was herself and a psychologist she visited once a week.

Shego did not try to win her fights with Kim Possible. She did not want to win. All she wanted was for someone to kill her...but princess doesn’t believe in killing. The best Shego could pray for was that Kim would make a mistake. But Kim was too good.

Shego slid into her trademarked green and black suit. It was a fashion disaster...but it covered up her body and no one would ever see the three birthmarks that she hid from the world.

Shego walked into the main room and her life would forever be changed.

Drakken was chained to the wall with a gag on his mouth. A recently showered, teal-eyed brunette with a recently screwed look was sitting in one of the chairs. And the sound of water striking a human form could be heard coming from Drakken’s room.

“Daddy says to wait here. He asked me to have you read the newspaper.”

There was an ominous black pistol in the brunette’s hand. It was not shaking, but held in readiness. While it was not the first time Shego had a pistol pointed at her, something about this girl told Shego that unlike others this girl would not hesitate to use it.

Shego glanced at the newspaper.

Manhunts for Team Possible Sidekick and Rockwaller Heiress

By Dolores Lopez, Staff Writter, Middleton Tribune

June 15 – Middleton Police spokesperson Lieutenant Candace Edger confirmed that police are engaged on two separate manhunts. Ron Stoppable, age 17, Kim Possible’s sidekick, is wanted for capital murder of Middleton Police Officer Richard Steven Barkin. Bonnie Bonita Rockwaller, age 17, cheerleader for the Middleton High Mad Dogs, youngest child of Jonathan Austin Rockwaller, the owner of Rockwaller Industries, is wanted for the murder of Mary Guadalupe Garcia, a liquor store clerk. Both are considered armed and dangerous.

Allen Gordon, a spokesman for the Colorado Attorney General’s Office, states, “When police capture the two, we shall seek to try these two as adults and shall seek the severest penalties proscribed by law. The murder of police officers and innocent civilians is unacceptable and the brutal natures of the killings warrant consideration of the death penalty.”

Above the photos were photographs, obviously taken from the school yearbook. The one on the right was of the girl who was now holding the pistol. The one on the left was the one that Drakken always called the buffoon.

The door opened and a blond-hair teen walked out wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and a police issue bullet resistant vest. In his arms was a 12-guage pump-operated shotgun.

“Shego, so nice of you to join us. I don’t have to tell you that if you try to blast one of us the other will get you. Now please have a seat. Drakken has released you from your contract. He signed the papers and I even talked him into giving you a decent severance package.”

“Negotiated at the point of a gun. Not exactly cricket you know.”

“And how many times did you use your talent at throwing fire around to get better benefits. I read your contract and I must congratulate you on your negotiating skills.”

The he laughed, “Booyah-hahahahahhaha...”

It was the laugh that scared Shego...and excited her also. It was the laugh of Zorpox.

“Shego you have three choices...retire gracefully, work for me at double the going rate, or ventilation of your brains to the outside world. I would hate to waste someone of your talents. I suggest negotiation is a wiser course of action.”
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