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Captive delights.	By : Morgoth22 Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ron
paced. Getting in touch with Sensei had taken a lot out of him, but he still had the restless energy that demanded he do something. He paced.
“Stoppable-san.” Ron whirled and blinked. How had Sensei gotten here so fast?
“Weren’t you in Japan?”
“Actually, I was here, attending a museum exhibition…and so we see that fate arranges things for the best.” Sensei gracefully sat down, Hirotaka behind him, and Ron knew that not a single security guard or sensor would know they were in his office. That comforted him. If you were going to get help, you needed the very best.
“So, Sensei…here’s the problem.” Ron laid it out for them, and watched as Sensei frowned. When he had finished, Ron leaned back.
“Stoppable-san…you are the keeper of the lotus blade, and so may of course call upon us… and indeed, we were about to call on you…” Sensei paused, “Yori has vanished…after investigating something that is… disturbingly familier.”
“What?”
“In Japan, there was a… scandal. A wife, a very respectable woman and devoted mother was arrested for prostitution… and almost threw herself on the guards. She was diagnosed with a severe breakdown, which also explained why she had been looting her husbands company of it’s secrets and sending them to an unknown source.”
“What happened to her?”
“She is better…but still institutionalized. She has no memory of why she did what she did, but a desperate feeling that ‘they’ want her to do other things.” Sensei shrugged. “It would have simply been a case of a madwoman…except that I investigated more deeply and found cases of women and in some cases men, behaving atypically after visiting several resorts…”
“Including this island?”
“Yes. Yori investigated, and…vanished. Her tracking chip vanished and there was no message from her… a few weeks later we found a female body washed on the beach up that appeared to be hers.”
“Was it?” Now Sensei leaned forward.
“No. But it took until now to determine it because it was a clone…and so until we could determine that the cells were actually younger than they should be, it appeared to be Yori…and not five groups on the entire planet could have penetrated that deception.”
“Why did you?” Ron’s voice trailed off before Sensei’s smile.
“Paranoia is a trait of the Ninja, Stoppable-san.” Ron got up and paced, then turned around and nodded.
“Then we hit them, hit them hard and fast. Between your people, the Lotus blade and my resources we can do it…”
“And if that is not the core of the conspiracy? Shall we let those who initiated and created this survive?”
“I-fuck.” Ron said, and then Hirotaka spoke up.
“And Ron-san…there is something else we must consider…it is not enough to stop these individuals. We must destroy this technology, as completely as possible.”
“Indeed…” Sensei mused, “When I mentioned this to other…individuals, there was some concern that the technology should be seized, if it existed, so that it might be put into the right hands… prisons, to reform the criminals, hospitals, to cure the mad… institutes, to assist dissidents to see the error of their ways…” He paused, “schools, to insure that high schoolers are properly brought up as obedient and happy members of society…” He frowned, deeply. “Hirotaka is right—the primary objective must be to destroy this technology.”
“Whoah… I agree that it’s wrongsick,” Ron said, “But what about rescuing Kim, Yori…all my friends?” Ron asked. Sensei looked at him and looked out the window.
“Stoppable-San… in our investigations, we did find others who had visited this place, or others like it.”
“And?”
“I recall one woman, a bank manager who had apparently antagonized someone who had access to these facilities… we found her, pregnant and addicted, living as a prostitute… what if someone say, took a dislike to Kim’s mother? Imagine the society in which such a technology was widely spread…”
Ron thought, sat down, got up and walked around, and all the while, the glowing of the lotus blade grew in intensity. Finally, the turned to face Sensei, and his eyes were glowing, and the voice he spoke with was deeper, older.
Ah, he is consulting with the spirits of those who have held the blade in the past.
“I understand…but while we must destroy it, we must destroy it fully.” Ron said, “And also insure if possible that the people shall be cured.”
“I agree, Stoppable-San.” Sensei replied.
“Which leaves us back where we were.” Ron said, “We cannot go stomping in there—we might just get flunkies… so what do we do?”
“For the short term, gather our forces and wait.” Sensei said calmly. “Your friend Wade has the island fully covered, none can leave or enter it, and so we need not fear the transfer of Kim-San or Yori, should she be there.”
“OK…” Ron said. “We wait…for now.”
But not forever. His unspoken statement continued.
+++
Kim was scared. Panty-wetting, crying, scared. Bonnie and Monique had agreed. She hadn’t bothered to tell Shego that both of them had really had a torch for Ron, and in fact, during the first part of their last year at school, Both Bonnie and Monique had become… rivals, for Ron’s affections. Bonnie couldn’t abandon her snark (the more she liked someone the more she went after them, at times), which made Ron’s life trying…and Monique was friends with Kim as well, so she’d decided not to poach…but yeah, in addition to fucking Ron, they both had…things for Ron.
And they had agreed with Kim. But what if she was wrong? The fact that she wouldn’t care afterwards didn’t make right now, any better. She’d put on her best face, and asked Yori if they could join Tara and the others on stage tonight, because they understood and really, really wanted to give it their all.
There were men on the stage, and after they did their routine, barely clothed, tits jiggling, flashing their pussies, Kim felt one of them come up behind her, cup her tits with his hands. To her side, beyond the giggling Tara, she saw Shego, bent over slightly, a thick cock positioning itself at her pussy, while another man moved her face towards his own cock, hands running over her swaying dugs. Green really did suit her, Kim thought and maybe they would be..
No… I’m not mistresses’ . I’m not these men’s. The itching and need to obey was rising, like a dark tide, crushing her will under it. Out of control, Kim pressed her ass against the man behind her, that glorious cock getting ready to enter her..She was drowning in it, and there was no way to resist..
I’m Ron’s. He is my master. I’ve been his for all my life, only now I’m acknowledging it.
With a shudder, she felt the cock entering her, stretching her pussy…but not like Ron’s cock would. It wasn’t as big…and there wasn’t the care Ron took. Ron always tried to make certain she was pleasured…in sex and in other things. He’d stood beside her when she needed him and let her come back when her Nth crush turned out like all the others. Kim whimpered, biting her lip in shame.
After all he did for me… after all he did for me… She moaned, I deserve to be his least slave, the one he lets sleep at the end of the bed. Ron, please, forgive me. Forgive your Kim… She felt the thrust and to her it was Ron behind her, taking her, making her his, letting her know that he would still have her… have her in a way he never had taken her before. Kim squealed in delight, giving herself to the pleasure, the never ending, glorious pleasure…
Ronronronohgodrontakemetakememakemeyoursssss! Her mind faded out and there were other cocks and other faces…but they all had Ron’s face.
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Monique wasn’t scared. She’d always liked Ron…and the fact that he didn’t find it odd that a girl liked professional wrestling and didn’t make cutting jokes about how butch she was, or laugh at her Club Banana fixation. If it hadn’t been for Kim, she’d have gone with Ron long ago.
And now she could have him. Or he could have her…but that was OK. So she was on stage…she’d masturbated herself to sleep with images of him long enough. Now she could imagine what it would be like to have him, every night…letting him take her…and she giggled as the cock she was stroking came, covering her face with its cream…. Having a bunch of other women to fuck would also be fun. She bet it would turn Ron on, to watch her and Kim eating each other out, or maybe Shego and Bonnie having a tit fight…Monique arched her back and squealed, her mind full of the images, as she rocked forward on the cock in her, and positioned herself to take another one between her tits, tongue flicking out and tormenting the swollen cockhead. Between licks she was speaking to someone not there.
“Yeah, give it to me you big fucker…give it to your Monique…yeah….yes!” She wasn’t fighting it anymore, she was working with it, dreaming of him, finally free to give reign to all her fantasies and desires…and the joy at the fact that her one experience with Ron would soon be joined by endless others…
TBC.
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