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Dark Mistress

Written by fulwiz

Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

Warning: This story contains sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.

The story is KiAnGo. (And More) If you find this offensive, please don't read further.

Important Note: This story is the sequel to “The Middleton Pact - Redux.” If you don't read that first, you will be very confused.

CHAPTER 05: Breakfast in Bad.

Senior Sr. stepped into the large meeting room of the Possible's lair. It looked much the same to him as it had the night before at dinner. The only difference being the lack of people. This morning there was only one other person in the room, Kim Possible. She was sitting at one end of the triangular table where a very enticing smelling breakfast was laid out.

Kim looked up from the work she was doing on her laptop when she heard him enter. She closed it and gave him a smile. “Good morning.” She waved a hand at a seat almost opposite her at the end of the table. “I hope you don't mind it just being the two of us for breakfast?”

He returned her smile as he took the indicated seat. “Indeed not Mrs. Possible. I cannot think of a more charming companion with which to break my fast.”

She felt herself blushing at his words. Even in what had to be an unusual sitch for him, he was still his eloquently charming self. She could understand why Bonnie made the choice she had. “Please just call me Kim. With three Mrs. Possibles around it can be a little confusing. Besides, as you've probably noticed, were not much on formal here.”

It was easy for him to see Kim Possible had a gift for understatement, along with the other notable assets her nudity displayed. Apparently, along with this new lair, she and her cohorts had acquired a predilection for exhibitionism. He was glad he'd accepted the clothing offered on their arrival yesterday. Though he delighted in the abundance of flesh on display, he wasn't comfortable with his own nakedness outside of the bedroom.

At dinner last night, he'd found he wasn't alone. Everyone there had been in various states of dress. It was simply accepted that each person had their own personal choice in the matter. Even his darling Bonita had opted to remain nude. However, he thought it had more to do with her quaint little social rivalry with Kim than it did with comfort. It had been quite amusing actually, watching the two of them. All through the meal they'd subtly tried to outdo each other in the displaying of their charms. It definitely gave new meaning to the concept of dinner and a show.

With a smile, he returned his attention to the present. “Indeed Kim, I do not mind informality in the least. I am sorry that Bonita could not join us this morning. It seems your lovely mother absconded with her first thing this morning.”

Kim grinned as she handed him a plate of pancakes. “Yeah Bonnie cornered her after dinner last night. She really wanted to have the stuff DNAmy did to her fixed. Mom wanted to take care of it first thing.”

Senior felt his normally upbeat mood dampening a bit at the mention of the deceased geneticist. He'd infrequently associated with Dr. Hall in the past. In truth he knew little about her as a person. After what she'd done to his Bonita, he was only sure of two things about her. She had been a genius in the art of genetic manipulation and quite insane. He was heartened with the knowledge her contribution to science would not be lost. Dr. Anne Possible seemed a more than worthy successor. As he began eating, he took additional comfort in knowing Kimberly's mother had no tendencies toward the creation of mutated living plush toys. “Ah yes. Unlike you my dear, Bonita is not quite so enamored with certain aspects of her new physiology.”

Kim paused with her coffee cup halfway to her mouth. Until he'd said something, she hadn't really given it much thought. That she was holding the cup with her tail showed just how comfortable she'd become with the changes in her body. “Well there's no need to worry. Mom will get her sorted out just fine.”

He lifted his own coffee cup with a nod. “I am not concerned. Bonita is surely in quite capable hands.”

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Bonnie tensed as she felt the doctor's touch. “Is that really necessary?”

Anne's lips twitched into a smile as she ran a finger around the base of the young woman's tail. “Now Bonnie just relax. I told you already. I have to make a complete examination of the modifications made to your body. You wouldn't want me to miss something and make a mistake now would you?”

Bonnie shifted slightly. She was bent face down over an examination table and felt more than a little exposed. Resignedly she sighed. “No I guess not.”

Anne's smile widened as she continued the manipulation of Bonnie's posterior. The exam was actually unnecessary. All the information she needed could be gathered by the equipment during the actual process. She was just having fun fondling the girl. Her thoughts went back to all the times she'd watched her daughter's cheerleader friends perform at games. In her opinion, out of all of them, Bonnie had the nicest ass. It was just too bad it was attached to someone with such an acerbic personality. There was no way she was going to pass up this perfect opportunity to get her hands on it.

With her right hand, she gave a gentle tug on the furred tail. This, she knew, would distract the girl from noticing her left hand barely stroking a firm butt cheek. Her eyes were riveted to the cleft between the girl's legs. It took every ounce of willpower she had to refrain from plunging her face between those well toned thighs. Knowing she couldn't get away with much more, she pulled her hands away. “OK Bonnie you can get up now.”

Bonnie levered herself up. “Finally!”

Picking up her note pad, Anne said. “Have a seat and we'll go over the list one last time before I start the procedure.”

Once Bonnie was seated, they went over the changes that DNAmy had made to her. It was a very extensive list. From what Anne could tell, the woman was more than thirty percent feline. She was eager to test her observation against the sensors in the machine. She made one last note and looked at the girl. “That should do it. I don't believe I'll have any problem reversing all the things that were done to you.”

Expecting some excitement or at least relief at that statement, Anne was puzzled to see Bonnie shift nervously. She was also averting her eyes from the machine in the next room.

Bonnie spoke hesitantly. “Well... I umm...”

Years of dealing with patients gave Anne an insight into what was going on in the girl's mind. She stepped closer and laid a hand on the young woman's thigh, while looking directly into her overly large eyes. “Do you know what 'Doctor/Patient confidentiality' means Bonnie?”

Bonnie nodded and licked her lips nervously.

Anne smiled reassuringly. “Good. Now if there's something you want to tell me..?”

The tension in Bonnie's shoulders eased as she looked into the kind eyes of the doctor. “Yeah. You see, there's some things I wouldn't mind keeping.”

Anne chuckled and patted the girls thigh. She hoped Bonnie didn't notice her hand had moved upwards as she did it. “Is that all? Oh dear girl, that's just fine. Tell me what you want.”

The last shreds of nervousness left Bonnie as she told Anne what she wanted to keep. She only hesitated with the last thing.

As Bonnie spoke, Anne jotted it all down in her notes. “I can understand why you'd want most of that, but why do you want to keep the changes in your spinal column?”

Bonnie decided to come clean. After all, she was covered with the whole confidentiality thing. Without any hesitation, she blurted it out. “So I can lick my own pussy! That's why.”

Anne's eyes widened at what the girl told her. Certainly she hadn't expected this. It took a lot of control, but she managed to keep her face impassive as she had a very devious idea. “I know that spinal configuration allows for more flexibility, but surely you can't expect me to believe that is even possible?”

Bonnie rankled slightly at the implication of that statement. Then it hit her, this was Kim's mother. Of course she'd be just like her daughter, needing proof before she'd believe anything Bonnie said. Her natural competitiveness welled up. The thought of Kim always seemed to bring it to the fore. Here was her chance to prove she could do something that, judging from Anne's reaction, Kim couldn't. “OK. Fine. I'll show you.”

Anne crossed her arms in mock incredulity as she watched Bonnie settle herself in the center of the exam table. Inside, she was anything but calm. All these years of listening to Kim complain about Bonnie's ego and competitiveness had paid off. She'd manipulated the girl into doing something she was sure Bonnie would never consider doing under normal circumstances. As Bonnie began to lower her head down, Anne gave silent thanks to the universe that she was wearing her lab coat. Otherwise her arousal would be all too obvious.

Bonnie kept her eyes on the doctor's as she bent down. She wanted to see the older woman's reaction to what she was about to do. Rolling more onto her back, she extended her tongue and touched it to her inner thigh. She saw Anne gasp as she playfully licked at her skin. Ever so slowly, she licked higher. The roughness of her catlike tongue brought shivers of anticipation through her body. Her pussy began to dampen as she navigated those last few inches with her tongue.

Anne clenched her hands in an effort not to send them down between her legs. She watched, fascinated, as Bonnie's tongue touched the pink folds of her own vagina. Her breath became faster as she saw the the girl's tongue lap at her own wet inner lips. Her legs trembled at the smile that formed around the probing tongue. She knew in her weak knees exactly what Bonnie was going to do next.

Bonnie savored the taste of her own juices. She reveled in the pleasure of not only the act, but in knowing she was the only person who could perform it. She smiled at the doctor as she let herself do the one thing that gave her the utmost pleasure. With a flick, she stroked her tongue over her clit. Her legs kicked out as the sweet roughness of her tongue sent a small ripple of pleasure through her engorged bud. The look on Anne's face told her she'd proven her point.

She wanted to continue, but she could tell the effect it was having on the older woman. Stopping would drive Anne to the edge of frustration. That thought gave her a thrill. She could lick herself to orgasm anytime, but this was a singular opportunity. She gave herself one last lick, making it teasingly slow.

Anne couldn't help herself. She took a step forward so she could brace herself on the table's edge. She tried to retain her composure and her balance. She'd been witness, and participated in, many things of a sexual nature in her life. This was surely one of the most erotic she'd ever witnessed. As Bonnie withdrew her tongue and began to unbend, Anne felt she had to see more. Her mind raced for any excuse. “Wait!”

Bonnie stopped. She looked at Anne. “Why? I showed you I could do it.”

Anne forced her breathing to slow. Her need was almost overwhelming. Then she got it. She composed her face into lines of professionalism, even as she realized Bonnie had done what she did on purpose. From Kim or Shego she'd take such teasing, they would never do it to be mean or spiteful. This she wouldn't tolerate. Her aroused and frustrated synapses formed an idea. “I'm sorry. I just wanted to ask if you felt any pain or organ compression in that position?”

The thought that the doctor was barely holding it together overjoyed Bonnie. She could tell the question was just to cover herself. “None. So, can we do this now?”

Anne pushed herself away from the table. She straightened her smock before gesturing to the door. “Of course. Follow me.”

Bonnie stood and went with the doctor. They passed through the glass door, into the room where the gene modifying equipment awaited. Anne opened the hatch of one of the spherical pods. Outwardly she seemed calm as she watched Bonnie approach.

Just as she was about to enter the pod, Bonnie paused. Since the doctor was obviously trying to play it cool, she decided to give a little extra push. With an inquiring glance at the doctor, she asked. “I was wondering... Do you think you might be able to do one other thing for me?”

Anne stiffened slightly. She couldn't believe Bonnie wanted something more. Especially after teasing her so unmercifully. With great effort she smiled. “What dear?”

She kept smiling as Bonnie told her. Frustration built inside her as she agreed in as pleasant a manner as she could. It was with a feeling of great relief that she closed the pod's door on Bonnie. She strode as quickly as she could to the control panel, where she began to set up the machine. Once everything was programmed in she added another unnecessary, but very useful bit. There was a satisfied smile on her face as she flipped the switch and watched the dials intently.

In a very short time Anne was opening the pod. Bonnie lay sprawled completely unconscious on the floor, her body altered in exactly the manner promised. Anne checked her pulse with a large grin. The sedative she'd added was working perfectly. Anne admired her work as she removed her lab coat. She laughed with delight as she moved to stand directly over the girl's naked body. “Now you little cunt tease. It's time to pay your bill.”

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Phred Van Swaggerson, leader of the Church of the Lord's Crusade, stood at the pulpit of the small Colorado church. It was a far cry from the tower of rose colored glass in Florida that housed his worldwide Evangelical ministry. From the breast pocket of his signature bright red suit, he pulled an equally red silk handkerchief and wiped the beads of sweat from his brow. He spoke into his microphone with a reverent voice. “Nancy Possible gave of herself her entire life. In her youth, she answered the call of God and Country. She did her patriotic duty, defending our beloved homeland from the heathen hoards that sought to breach our shores and destroy our way of life. As she grew older and wiser, she followed the Lord's will and married. It was with the greatest devotion to God that she answered this higher calling. She did her wifely duty as she gave her husband three wonderful children.”

He paused to wipe a strand of his pure white hair out of his pale gray eyes. Those eyes went to the group sitting in the first pew. “Though God saw fit to take her husband from this earthly realm, she persevered. Alone she raised their children. For it was also God's will that she give them all the love and caring a mother could give. Simon, James and June sit before us today in mourning. They have grown into fine, upstanding and God fearing citizens. Even in their grief, they are proof of the moral fortitude and purity of soul, that will grant their mother acceptance into Heaven...”

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The room was bare and featureless. A naked man floated in mid air with his hands and feet encased in Lowardian hover manacles. Cyrus Bortel had been separated from Dr. Fen as soon as he'd arrived in this place. He'd been left hanging, literally, for an unknown number of hours. The entire time, his mind had been dredging up visions of the horror that he knew would eventually come through the room's door. This left him completely unprepared for the smiling teenage boy who entered.

Wade sat on the floor in front of him and opened his laptop. “I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long Dr. Bortel. Things have been pretty hectic around here and I've been extremely busy.” He didn't bother mentioning the things he'd been busy with were getting a good night's sleep and screwing his girlfriend's brains out before breakfast. “I would like to ask you a few questions about your work...”

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The room was bare and featureless. A naked man floated in mid air with his hands and feet encased in Lowardian hover manacles. Pete Fen had been separated from Dr. Bortel as soon as he'd arrived in this place. He'd been left hanging, literally, for an unknown number of hours. The entire time, his mind had been dredging up visions of the horror that he knew would eventually come through the room's door. His imagination hadn't come close to preparing him for the reality.

Vivian Porter stood naked before him. Beside her was a hideous demonic monster. Both smiled wickedly, as Vivian said. “Dr. Fen, you have no idea how much I've been dreaming of this opportunity.” She turned to Barry. “Be a dear and make him hurt... A lot.”

Barry extended his claws. “It would be my pleasure.”

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Senior Sr. looked across the table filled with mostly bare dishes. “I believe I understand what you mean. One must have the experience of being both a hero and a villain to figure it out. This would explain why I, like most people, only saw fragments of the whole. Before I became a villain, I was but a simple businessman. Something that could hardly be called heroic. However, I think there is even more to it than that.”

Kim tilted her head questioningly. “More?”

He nodded. “Indeed. Now that you have explained this 'big picture' to me, I can see it even though I did not before. Clearly this means a person can understand the need that exists once it's pointed out to them. Since most people don't see it, I can only think there must also be a willingness to look. Take for example the philosophy of Yin and Yang. Most everyone understands the concept of balance between good and evil, law and chaos. Most though are unwilling to look at what it really means.”

Kim turned her gaze to her empty coffee cup. “So what you're saying is, no matter how hard I try to explain it, most people will not understand?”

He shook his head. “No, I mean they will not want to understand. That is your true opposition. They will fight you at every turn because they don't want to admit they are wrong. They will refuse to concede that much of what they consider to be good is actually evil and vice-versa.”

She let out an exasperated sigh. “I know. Humanity has had thousands of years to screw things up this bad. It has to be fixed, and we don't have nearly that much time to do it in.”

Senior reached across the table and took Kim's hand in his. “What you propose to do will work. I agree that only persons willing to take extreme measures, such as yourself, can do it. Evil is the only tool that will get the job done.” He squeezed her hand gently. “Understand me child. You must wield that tool without mercy. To show pity, compassion or remorse is to fail before you even begin. Can you look into your soul and see only darkness? Are you willing to unleash that darkness upon the world in order to save it?”

Kim looked unflinchingly into the eyes of the elderly gentleman. “Yes I am, and I'm going to enjoy every moment of it too. Now let me ask you something. Are you going to join me?”

He gave her a look incredulity. “My dear girl. I am surprised you even have to ask. I would be honored to take part in this evil endeavor. There's is just one thing I would ask of you though.”

She gave him a cold eyed look. “And what would that be?”

Senior Sr. smiled. “Just that you set aside some time now and then to practice your evil laugh with me?”

Kim stoically held in her mirth. “How about an evil giggle instead? I think that suits me better.”

He pondered that with a nod. “I do believe it would.”
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