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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 not an hour after her escape attempt that Zorpox returned to Kim’s cell. Sure enough, he immediately went about his ‘business’.

She no longer seemed to feel any shame or disgust in the sensations. There didn’t seem any point really. She simply lay there as he lapped hungrily at her sex. The moans of lust and desire came of their own accord. It was frightening at how quickly she had come to accept these visits of his.

He seemed to take his time with this latest, prolonging the sensations a few minutes longer. As she approached climax, he would pull back, pausing a few moments to allow her to settle before returning to it.

When she finally cried out in orgasm, he pulled back and sighed.

Kim had to wonder what this signified. Her curiosity was answered mere minutes later as she felt Zorpox secure an adult sized diaper to her.

“What are you doing?” She asked him, a trace of panic rising in her voice.

“I warned you KP. I told you if you tried to escape again, you’d be going in diapers and eating through tubes for a week. It’s been several hours since you last went. This is so you can go while I’m away. When I return, I’ll change you.”

“What?” Fear gripped at her voice. The thought of laying in that cursed bed in her own… “No. Please. I’m sorry.” Fatigue, both physical and emotional, had worn away any defiance that might normally burn within her voice. She had no defenses left to hide behind.

“I know you are KP.” He wiped away at her hair as if petting a whimpering animal. “I know you are. But I gave you an instruction and you defied it. There have to be consequences for that Kim.”

Kim tensed against her chains as if bracing for the worst. Excitement and fear clouded her already fatigued mind. Her ears caught the sound of his footsteps heading for the door, causing her to cry out. “Please, don’t leave me alone. Please.”

The sound of the door echoing shut was her only response.

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Zorpox took a moment to inspect the feeding machine, making sure the settings were appropriate. Truth be told, he wasn’t surprised to still be needing the machine, but it was a disappointment. He was honestly hoping Kim might learn the lesson early. But sooner or later, it ultimately made no difference. Either way, she would come to see that he was only a cruel master when she provoked him. She had to see that, if he ever mistreated her, it was no one’s fault but her own.

She was making progress. Amazing progress. He needed to stay his course. She was almost ready for the next phase of her conditioning.

For a second, Zorpox considered delaying the next phase until after her punishment was over. If he over did it now, it could break her completely.

No. He would stay the course. He could not falter now. Regular men allowed themselves to be distracted by courses of action already decided to be right. They allowed doubt to deter them. To let uncertainty and the possibility of failure prevent them from even trying.

He would not.

The Earth would spin from its orbit and be flung into the stars before he would yield.

Zorpox stretched out the tightness of his muscles as he let out a wide yawn. Realizing that it had been a while since he’d slept, he sat down on the well carpeted floor of his personal chamber and tried to meditate again.

And tried.

And tried.

And tried.

For over forty five minutes, Zorpox felt himself unable to clear his mind or calm his pulse. His body longed for, and yet at the same time, rejected rest. He couldn’t understand. He’d never had a problem with it before.

Restless and irritated, Zorpox decided against it further. It would have to wait for later. He had a schedule to keep.

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Zorpox entered the room, only to be greeted by soft sobs echoing throughout the room. Kim immediately turned her blind face to the sound of the open door and his foot steps.

“Please!” she pleaded as soon as he entered the room. “I have to go. I need to so badly.”

“Then go ahead” he replied calmly.

“Please don’t make me.” She begged through the tears. “I promise I will be good. I swear.”

“I know you will KP. I know you will.” Zorpox approached her bed. For a moment, Kim grew hopeful as she felt him remove her still dry diaper.

That hope was dashed away as she felt his tongue return to her nether regions and begin its work once again.

“Oh god no, please.” Kim tried desperately to turn her hips away from him. She had nowhere to go, but that did nothing to stop her. “I can’t take it. Please. I have to go.”

“You’re going to have to wait now KP.” He stopped only long enough to tell her before returning to his work.

Kim merely moaned and cried as she sobbed openly. The pressure building up inside her was already so great. She had fought for so long to hold it in, hoping desperately that Zorpox might let her relieve herself when he returned. Now, as he licked and sucked at her sex, it only made it all worse.

“Please.” She continued to beg as she felt the pressure building and building within her. “Please… I’ll do anything. Just… please… stop…” and finally, she came, crying at the top of her lungs as she redoubled her effort to hold onto herself in the throes of release.

Kim panted and struggled to hold it in, hoping against hope that Zorpox would let her use the toilet. She bit her lower lip at the feeling of trying to hold back a damn with just her legs.

Her hope dashed as she felt Zorpox replace her diaper.

“No.” Tears streamed down from beneath her mask as he secured it and then left the room.

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Two more hours.

Zorpox sat in his chamber, incense burning, candles lit all around him. In spite of his best efforts, meditation still eluded him.

His mind was properly cleared, he followed the technique through to the letter. It was like baking a cake by following the instructions on the box to the letter, and then it simply remaining as raw ingredients rather than cooking.

Frustration began to overtake him, making the notion of self induced REM sleep even more difficult to achieve. His eyes felt heavy, his body longed for sleep. But normal sleep would not allow him to keep his schedule. That he could rest at greater lengths between his intervals than Kim could was his greatest asset at the moment. He could not afford to lose that.

Considering rest to be a futile cause at this point, he decided to busy his mind with preparations. He had another visit to pay soon.

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When Zorpox returned, wheeling in the enormous apparatus, he saw Kim lying where he’d left her, apparently fast asleep. Her face was soaked in dried tears, and a slight whiff of the air told him why.

Zorpox didn’t bother to wake her as he changed the soiled diaper. Truthfully, it made it much easier to clean her. He took his time. In truth, he savored moments like this. She lay there before him, helpless. Subject to his whims, whatever they may be.

When he was done cleaning her, he tried to decide whether or not to feed her first or after. In the end, he decided on the former.

He worked to secure the gag over her mouth. He chose to be deliberately rough enough to wake her from her sleep. He allowed her a few moments to regain her bearings and determine what was happening. When her head began to shake and stretch in an obvious attempt to dislodge the gag, he determined that she had put two and two together.

It was time.

The machine did its work as it always did. Kim worked once again to digest the paste as it was fed to her, which was now happening at a faster rate than before. Zorpox once again offered her his hand, which she took without thought for support as she fought her way through the feeding.

“Swallow Kim. Take deep, steady gulps. Remember to breathe through your nose.” He continued to coach her through the process, all the while patting her chest to set a tempo for her to swallow too.

It was over much quicker than the previous times. She didn’t cry this time. He couldn’t help but wear a proud smile at that.

When it was done, he removed the gag, adjusted the settings on the machine, and wheeled it out of the room.

When he returned, he could see the look of expectation on her face. It had been two hours. It was time, and she knew that. More to the point, she was ready for that.

An excellent sign and one that only reaffirmed Zorpox’s plan of action.

Once again, he knelt down between her legs and lapped at her sex. He could smell her juices flowing before he even began. They were sweet nectar to him and he drank them accordingly.

As with his previous visits, he could sense the orgasm building within her, could detect the precursors to her cumming. She was so close, almost there, and then…

He stopped.

Her panting continued as she braced herself, clearly expecting him to return to his duties within a matter of seconds. But he did not. He watched as she simply lay there, perplexed and, more importantly, unsatisfied.

The question danced on her lips as she attempted to look at him in confusion, and what Zorpox perceived to be just a faint trace of hurt.

He said nothing. She said nothing. She just lay there, waiting. And waiting. Until finally, he arose from her bedside, and left the room.

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Zorpox stood in the clearing, scanning his surroundings intently. Thin, dying trees enveloped by a thick mist stood all around him. The mist concealed anything and everything for at least twenty feet past the tree line. There was nothing else. No sign of life. Just a dead, empty forest all around him.

Where was he? And why was he so afraid?

He’d never been here before. In fact, he could well believe that this place didn’t exist on the face of the planet. So why was his breathing so fast?

A snap from behind. Zorpox spun about face to see nothing. Was it merely a twig giving way from its branch? His thundering heartbeat seemed to reject that explanation as his eyes frantically searched for signs of a movement.

It appeared at the edge of his peripheral vision. A flash of a black mission shirt and grey cargo pants. Zorpox was able to turn in time to see pure, smoldering rage beneath a mop of blond hair, masked by a familiar pattern of freckles. In the span of the split second he beheld it, a gloved fist cried through the air for him, bearing down mercilessly upon his face.

Zorpox snapped out of his restless meditation, crying out mutely. His head spun. He steadied himself against the floor as he tried to regain a hold of his senses. Sweat trickled down the sides of his face as he brought his breathing under control.

“What was that?” he asked aloud to himself. He shook his head, clearing his mind. It was nothing. Just a dream. That was all. Nothing.

He spent the next several minutes assuring himself as much until his heart finally settled.
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