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Taming A Slave	By : johnrie18 Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female Views: 35782 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It was like clock work. Every two hours he would visit. Never a second late. And without word, he would bury himself between her legs and bring her to orgasm. This happened again several more times without a word spoken between the two.

She could only keep track of time by the number of visits, but soon she began to lose count. It was so hard too, she was always so tired. She tried to sleep whenever the chance arose, to force her mind and body to allow itself to rest, but it seemed that every time she tried, she would awaken as if no time at all had past, only to find him in the room with her.

Five more visits later and he was back to feed her. The machine again. She tried so hard to be strong as she heard the familiar sound of it being rolled into the room, yet tears still poured down the side of her face. She would not beg she had resolutely decided, yet she wanted so badly too. Anything to make it stop.

The gag fit into her mouth and Kim could only brace herself as it was turned on. Once again, the nauseating paste flowed into her mouth. Once again, Zorpox helped her to ingest it, setting the device on its lowest setting and tapping her chest to set a steady pace for her to swallow to. This time, Kim felt his hand reach out and take hers, as if in support. At another time, Kim might have forced the hand away or refused it outright, but instead her grasp clung to his and the two remained locked as they rode out the feeding process, together. Neither said anything the whole time.

Two hours later and Zorpox returned. Kim had developed a kind of internal clock to predict the rhythm of Zorpox’s visits. It had come to the point where she could predict to within a matter of minutes when that large, heavy sounding door would open. Once again, Zorpox knelt between her legs and, after several minutes of direct, sexual stimulation, brought her to orgasm.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes with fresh sheets to change your cot.” Zorpox explained after he was finished. “You can go to the bathroom while I’m working.”

Kim gave no response, nor did Zorpox apparently wait for one as he got right up and left the room. A short while later, just as he had promised, he returned, walking over to Kim’s bed and releasing her sore arms from their restraints.

“Why are you doing this?” Kim had to finally ask, if for no other reason than to fill in the otherwise chilling silence that often passed whenever Zorpox was in the room.

“Because you need to go to the bathroom and your sheets need changing.” Zorpox answered, obviously amused at the wit of his own response. He knew full well what Kim was really asking, but he thought to at least draw out this line of conversation. There was no reason why the two of them couldn’t be civil to one another after all.

“No.” Kim was too tired to be frustrated. Even when she was able to sleep in-between his visits, it felt like she hadn’t rested a bit. “Why this? Why not just stick your dick in me and get it over with?”

“Please KP.” Zorpox pleaded as if insulted as he unshackled her left arm. “Just because I’m evil doesn’t mean I’m slime.”

“Oh no.” Kim replied in a soft mock as she felt the shackle on her right arm release as well. “You obviously have some high standards to chain a woman to a bed, force feed her like some animal and then steal orgasms from her.”

“First off,” Zorpox replied, clearly unfazed by the fire in Kim’s voice “’steal orgasms?’ You make it sound like I’m getting something off on it instead of you. And second, I’m feeding you through a tube because you rudely knocked my lasagna platter into my face. If you want to behave like a brat, then you can be treated like one.” Zorpox added a stern edge to his voice at this last statement even as he brought Kim into an upright sitting position and took her arms behind her, forcing them into the arm binder. “Of course, all this is really just meant to illustrate a point.”

“What point?” Kim asked, the weariness in her voice giving way to indignant, seething rage.

“That you are no longer the master of your own body Kim.” Zorpox seemed to announce with a sinister triumph as he fixed her arms into the binder, the thick leather pulling tight, completely taking away any chance of her even pawing at her captor. “I am. You eat when I feed you, you go when I allow you and you cum when I let you.”

With that, there was silence. Dead silence. Zorpox calmly removed the shackles on Kim’s ankles and then raised her from her bed and guided her across the room to the toilet, turning her around and shackling her ankles before sitting her down.

Kim tried to bend over to at least conceal her shame as she listened to the sounds of blankets being ruffled, shook and folded. In spite of the humiliation of it, she eagerly relieved herself. She then continued to sit there until Zorpox was finally ready to clean her up and take her back to her bed.

Kim felt herself lay on fresh sheet and had to admit a slight bit of pleasure at the tactile sensation as Zorpox refastened, first her legs, then her arms. As the door closed behind him and Kim felt herself alone again, she allowed herself to lay back in rest as her eyes felt heavy beneath the blindfold.

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Kim felt herself slowly stir at the lapping sensation between her legs. Her most private of privates dripping wet at the feel of it as she moaned in appreciation, her entire body stirring within the bounds of her chains.

It was when she finally regained total consciousness that she realized that she was alone in the room, no other sounds but those of her body weighing against the springs of the mattress could be heard. There was no one else. Yet still, the phantom sensation lingered within her loins, causing her to wonder just how much longer before Zorpox returned for his usual visit.

She thought of trying to return to sleep, but instead she lay awake, companied only by an annoying hunger within her loins.

When the door finally, finally, opened again, Kim felt herself tense at the ready. Instead of trying to pull herself away, she seemed to brace herself as she traced his footsteps to her bedside where he once again knelt by her side and drew his tongue over her wet pussy.

Kim hated herself. The shame and disgust was more sickening than the food paste itself as she realized that her body had yet again betrayed her. She wanted this. Or at least her body did. As much as it revolted her to even think, she had found herself unconsciously anticipating his visit. Even now, she caught herself moaning at feel of his tongue over her clit. Zorpox was clearly learning after each visit as he had become more and more familiar with her private folds. It took less and less time to make her aroused, and with each visit, he was becoming more and more efficient at bringing her to cum.

Of course, that’s what these visits were all about. The orgasms. Just his way of demonstrating his control over her body and her powerlessness to resist that control. Soon, she would surrender control to him. Of course, the body was the easy part. The mind; that required greater patience.

Zorpox had to grin in satisfaction as Kim let out a high pitched cry at this latest orgasm. He placed his hand at her calves, and felt the intense shudder of pleasure pass through her before coming to calm. For a moment, it occurred to him to point out to her that she had been wet before he had even begun his attentions, but as a soft sob came from her, he decided there was no need. She was clearly aware.

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Another day. Twelve visits and two feedings. They were the only means Kim had of keeping track of the time. Or at least they would have been if Kim hadn’t lost count of them. She had come to accept them now as an unavoidable circumstance of her life. And in doing so, had unwittingly allowed Zorpox his first victory over her.

She did not sleep well between them. Unfortunately, without the sweet escape of slumber or the arousing sensations of Zorpox’s visits, she was left to notice a cramp within her body. Her muscles cried out for exercise, but the chains bound her far too tightly to permit it.

When the door opened, Kim felt herself ready and eager, even in spite of the overwhelming fatigue clouding her mind. The very sound of the door clunking and thundering open had come to produce a pavlovian response within Kim. The door, or rather the presence of Zorpox that it indicated, she was abhorred to admit, made her wet. His presence equated to sexual pleasure, a fact she was powerless to deny.

It took seven and a half minutes for him to bring her to another screaming orgasm. He had gotten good enough that he knew all her areas. He knew her intimates intimately and could even sense when she was on the verge of orgasm. A useful ability and one that he fully planned to exploit later.

When it was over, he waited for her breathing to return to normal before announcing “I was going to feed you again.” He watched her stiffen in dread before continuing, trying to hide his satisfaction at her terrified response “but I’ve decided to give you a choice. I’ve prepared the machine. I’ve also taken the trouble to prepare mouth watering chicken parmesan. I’ll let you choose.”

“What?” Kim could not hide her surprise and tried to look at him, confused, even through her blindfold.

“I’m giving you a choice. I was going to spend two more days feeding you through tubes after you ruined my lasagna, but I’ve decided, against my better judgment, to let you choose. Real food or another feeding from the machine. And this time, it won’t be on its lowest setting.”

Kim tried to hide her fear at the thought. “But why?”

“Because Kim,” Zorpox decided the time for subtlety was past. “I don’t want to fight you and I don’t want to hurt you. I want you to give in.”

“You want me to submit.” Kim answered in total understanding.

“There’s one in every relationship.” Zorpox continued, amused. “No such thing as two equals. There’s always one dominate and one submissive. I grant you that this is taking that to extremes, but it was no different with us before. You were the dominant one KP. You made all the calls, all the decisions. You had all the control. And I was submissive at all times.”

“You make it sound like I used Ron. Like he was my pet or something.”

“Well you did leave me to scrounge through a jungle for some god forbidden plant just so that you could date Monkey. And you did leave me locked in a closet, again to be with some pretty boy.” Zorpox responded without flinching.

“Is that what all this is about? Revenge?” Kim asked, a fire growing in her voice in defiance of her constant weariness.

“No, this is about control.” Zorpox replied simply. “You had it. Now I’m going to make you give it to me.”

“Never.” Kim stated firmly.

“Your choice.” Zorpox seemed to shrug as he got up from the side of her cot.

“Wait!” Kim heard her voice cry out in frantic desperation.

There was a tense silence. Both of them froze in anticipation of Kim’s next words.

“Yes?” Zorpox asked, hiding his eagerness.

Kim felt herself panting, overwhelmed by the terror that had so suddenly gripped her mind. Weariness and fatigue had battered down her will. For all her talk of defiance, the very notion of another ‘feeding’ by that damnable machine caused her heart to jump in her throat.

“Did you want something?”

Kim could feel Zorpox’s expectant gaze upon her helpless form. She had been subjected to so much in what felt like such a short time. She longed for a reprieve. For an end to this nightmare. Just one small reprieve.

“Must have misheard you.” Zorpox decided aloud.

“No!” She was so hungry. So tired. So desperate for this to end. “I… I’d like the chicken.”

Kim froze, waiting desperately for a response.

“Manners KP.” Zorpox chided. “You can say ‘please’ when asking for something.”

Kim paused a moment to force the words from her mouth. “Please. May I have the chicken?”

Seconds felt like years as she waited for a response. She could feel tears threatening to burst behind her… “Of course.”

Kim felt a relieved gasp escape her at Zorpox’s declaration. She remained prone as she heard Zorpox leave the room for a few minutes, closing the door behind him before returning. Her sight deprived, heightened sense of smell quickly latched onto the heavenly aroma of chicken and pasta dressed in herbs and a rich sauce. She salivated instantly at the smell as Zorpox seemed to place it off to the side. She continued to listen and soon heard the sound of the leather belt ruffle in Zorpox’s clutches, the clanking of the cuffs echoing ominously.

“Kim, I’m going to let you sit up to eat. I’m warning you right now. If you start any trouble this time, you’ll be eating out of tubes and going in diapers for a week.” Zorpox added with a strict, unforgiving tone. “Do you understand me?”

Kim tried not to sound too terrified as she answered “yes.”

Kim felt the familiar leather belt fit tightly over her stomach as Zorpox secured it behind her. She gasped as it was finally set and then felt Zorpox move to loosen her chains, freeing each of her hands before re-securing them into the cuffs.

Once finished, Zorpox brought him upright into a sitting position again. She then felt as Zorpox sat off to her side and picked up the plate. It was interesting the way she had come to associate sounds with actions so as to be able to sense, or at least guess, what was happening around her.

This introspection quickly passed as the delicious aroma caused her mouth to water as Zorpox brought the food up to her. She felt him place an arm across her shoulders and wondered as to why even as she felt a fork with food on it poke awkwardly at her lips. This startled her at first, but she quickly opened her lips, allowing Zorpox to feed her.

She couldn’t help but to moan at the delicious food as it delighted her taste buds. She had always found Ron’s cooking to be absolutely irresistible, but now, it was nothing short of heavenly. She was fairly certain that was a side effect of eating nothing but paste for the past few days, but just the same, she took the time to enjoy every mouthful. Zorpox fed her slowly, allowing her to savor every bit. After four bites, he finally brought a glass to her lips. Kim tasted cool, welcomed fruit juice and practically inhaled the entire cup.

“Not too much. Not too much.” Zorpox warned as he slowly pulled the glass away from her, careful not to spill it over her bare skin. With the cup placed off to the side, he returned to feeding her. He allowed the meal to drag out over a half hour. She hungrily devoured every last bite.

“That was delicious.” Kim felt surprised as the words came of their own free will.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Zorpox seemed to appreciate the compliment causing Kim to blush in embarrassment. She hadn’t meant to say anything; it just always came so naturally after one of Ron’s meals. Kim suddenly winced as she felt his hands run over her cuffed wrists.

“Those must hurt.” Zorpox referred to the bruises around Kim’s wrists where the cuffs and chains had rubbed against. Kim didn’t pay much attention to it most of the time, but to draw attention to it, yes. They had hurt like hell. “If you’ll let me, I can put something around your wrists so it won’t be so bad.”

Kim tried to look into Zorpox’s eyes but of course was helpless to do so. She imagined him merely to be taunting him ironically for her helplessness, but his voice sounded so sincere. So comforting.

Unsure of how to properly respond, yet in the vain hope that the offer was genuine, she merely gave a weak nod that could simply have been mistaken as a twitch of the head.

Zorpox rose from the bed and once again moved off to the side. Kim could only make out the sound of him setting the plate on the floor. Once he had, he was away from her side for but a few minutes before he returned. Kim felt him uncuff her right wrist which she then rubbed sorely. Zorpox shooed away her hand before placing a wet wash cloth around the wrist.

The cool, wet feel was an enormous relief to her. She let out a soft sigh even as Zorpox leaned her back in the bed and rechained her covered wrist with the cloth still around it. The chain cuff fit much more tightly but felt so much better. This was then done with her left as well.

“Thank you.” Kim tried to whisper it just softly enough so that no one else anywhere might hear her.

There was a long pause. Though Kim was unaware, Zorpox remained frozen with his mouth open, a response caught upon his lips. Kim could never know what a torment every moment with her was for Zorpox. How he truly did long to take her without regard. To simply claim her as his property like a sick, crude piece of slime. But what he was trying to accomplish required patience and restraint. One wrong step could throw everything that he had managed to accomplish so far out the window or even throw his whole plan away all together.

In the end, he simply brought his hand up to her face, brushing away a few spare strands of hair to the side as his palm ran smoothly across her face. A small, barely audible moan of appreciation came from Kim in response.

Finally, Zorpox was able to force himself away and out of the cell. He then took a long minute to bring the pounding of his heart back under control.
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