The Middleton Pact - Redux | By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 41174 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4 |
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The Middleton
Pact - Redux
Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.
The story is KiAnGo. (And More)
If you find any of the above offensive, please don't read further.
CHAPTER 6: An Impossible Sitch.
(August 21st 2007, 4:51 pm. Somewhere Secret)
Wade Load was a happy young super-genius. Yesterday Shego agree completely to his payment terms. Even better, Kim made the first payment right after their heist last night. It hadn't been money he asked for, he had plenty of that from his 187 patents and his consulting gigs. All he wanted was complete scans of the super-high tech devices they ran across.
In the past he took scans of the things Kim recovered on her missions surreptitiously. There were limitations as to what he could get scans of without Kim becoming suspicious. Other times, she had asked him to do scans. Like the time when she was trapped in the Centurion Armor. Using that scan of the Armor's nanotechnology, he had created Kim's Battle Suit. Now that Kim and Shego were going to take scans for him, he would have access to things he never had before.
Sitting here in his secret laboratory, he studied the scans of the computer chip Kim and Shego stole for Dr. Drakken. He couldn't believe the blue genius only wanted it to open pickle jars. This tiny piece of technology was capable of things even he'd only dreamed about. He glanced over at the testing area. Kim's Battle Suit was hanging in it's specially made recharger. It had been giving him trouble for a long while now. The invisible stealth mode most of all. A smile crossed his face. With this chip, he could get it working right. Maybe he could make it even better.
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Señor Senior Senior sat in his lavishly appointed office. He was watching a video feed from one of his security cameras. The image it showed was from the main lounge. Sprawled naked across a divan, was his daughter in law. Once again she was passed out from overindulging in drink. He sighed at the waste of the two bottles of Dom. Romane Conti '97 he could see on the screen. One was still partially full. It sat on the floor, next to her outstretched hand. The other was... Well, he could only smile at the use the empty bottle had been put to. The smile got wider as he began recording the scene... Just in case.
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Kim Possible wanted to hurt Drakken's Henchmen. Badly. Not that this was their fault, they only meant for it to be a gag gift. They could never have known what diabolical use Shego would find for it. Kim tried once more to insert the picks into the tiny lock.
Shego lay, almost naked, on their bed. Blithely reading a magazine. “Come on Pumpkin. It's not that hard of a lock.”
Kim let out a frustrated growl as, once again, a pick slipped out. “This is just wrongsick Shego, and you know it!”
Shego chuckled. “Now, now. Kimmie you're the one that wanted to learn how to pick locks. I'm just giving you some incentive.”
Kim blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. “You know... It would serve you right if I just quit.”
Shego smirked as she turned a page. “You won't quit. You want the prize too much.”
Kim looked again at the tiny lock. Shego was right. She did want the prize. She would get it too. Taking a deep breath, she once more inserted the picks. She could feel the miniscule tumblers. Could almost get the picks into the right place... Almost... Almost... The lock gave way with the tiniest of clicks.
Shego smiled deviously, as she tossed the magazine aside. “Great job Princess. Now you get your prize.”
Kim looked up the length of Shego's, now completely nude, body with a smile. She threw the chastity belt on the floor. The prize was now free for her to claim. Staring at Shego's glistening pussy, she licked her lips in anticipation. Ready to taste sweet victory.
Shego moaned at the hungry look on her wife's face. She began to wiggle her hips, while she spread herself open with her fingers. “Come and get it Princess.”
Giggling at Shego's naughty antics, Kim leaned down between those pale thighs. Her tongue protruded from between her lips. It dipped between Shego's tender folds. The taste of her nectar sent trembles of delight through Kim's body.
Suddenly, Shego's hand was pushing her head back. “Do you hear something Kimmie?”
Both women listened for a second. Sure enough, an annoyingly upbeat type of music was coming from in front of the house. It only took the both of them only a few seconds to recognize it. The theme song used by a certain group of heroes.
As one, they exclaimed. “Team Impossible!”
They began to grab furiously for clothes. They'd only managed to get their panties on, when the whole house shook from an explosive impact. They ran for the door and down the stairs.
A scene of total destruction greeted them at the bottom of the stairs. Through the swirling dust and smoke, they could see most of the entire front wall of the house was gone. The kitchen appeared to be totally destroyed, and the living room was a shambles. Furniture lay broken and scattered. The walls were pockmarked and scarred by the impact of flying debris.
An even worse sight greeted Kim. Her mother sat in the middle of what had been the living room. She was bruised and covered in dust. She was crying as she clutched the limp, unconscious, body of James in her arms.
Shego's hands flared with green flames. She yelled to Kim. “Check your parents! I'll hold them off!”
She ran towards the still smoking hole that was the front of the house.
Kim rushed to her parents. “Mom! Is dad OK!?”
Anne brushed dust from her wet cheeks. “I think so. He hit his head. It knocked him out. He should be fine, I think... Kimmie? What's going on?”
Kim embraced them both gently. “It's all my fault. We should have known better than to stay here. I'll take care of this. Just stay here with dad.”
Kim stood and began striding toward the sounds of fighting coming from the front yard. She was mad, more so than she'd ever been in her entire life. Her face was grim as she passed through the destroyed front of the house. The anger inside her built as she ducked to avoid the smoldering form of Burn Burman. He flew over her head, to land just inside the house.
On the debris littered front lawn, Shego was standing between Crash Cranston and Dash DaMont. Both heroes were circling her, looking for an opportunity to attack.
Seeing Kim emerge, Shego turned and faced Crash.
Dash was caught off guard by Shego's action. But he readied himself to take advantage of her turned back.
Kim wasted no time in sprinting towards Dash. She slammed her foot into him from behind. Delivering a perfectly placed kick to his kidney. The impact sent them both in separate directions.
Dash yelled in pain, and turned to face Kim. His eyes, only briefly, taking in her undressed state. “There you are Kim Possible! We, Team Impossible, are here to end your evil deeds and recover the property you unlawfully stole!”
Kim gave her head a shake, then stared into his eyes. “I may be evil now, but what you just did is way beyond wrong. Even now, I wouldn't destroy someone's home with no warning! Never would I put innocent bystanders at risk! As a hero, you should know better!”
Shego glanced their way, as she ducked a punch thrown by Crash. “You tell 'em Kimmie! They're the one's acting like bad guys.”
Dash drew up to his full height. He couldn't believe she still had the gall to talk down to him. “You two are the Villains here! And if your parents were harboring you, then they are just as bad!”
Shego slammed a plasma enhanced fist into Crash's face. It sent him flying halfway across the lawn. He collapsed in an unconscious heap. She turned toward DaMont. “Ya know something tall, dark, and stupid? That's about the worst thing you could have said right now.”
Kim felt her whole body shake with fury. She advanced menacingly towards the crouching hero. “I guess you didn't learn your lesson last time we met.”
Shego extinguished her flames, crossed her arms in front of her bare breasts, and smirked. “If I were you? I'd be running right about now.”
Dash watched Kim Possible stalk towards him, wearing only a pair of pink 'Aloha Kitten' panties. Pure hatred pouring out of her eyes. He said. “I went easy on you last time because you were a child. I don't have to hold back this time. You have finally shown your true colors. You are nothing but an evil deviant.”
Kim watched him take an attack stance. “And I let you off easy last time, because I was good. Now I'm gonna show you just how good I am at being bad!”
She raised up her right arm straight out towards him. Her fingers wiggled in a 'come and get it' motion.
Dash rushed towards her. He aimed a punch directly at her head.
Kim barely moved. Just enough to keep her head out of the path of his fist. As his momentum carried him past her, she kicked out as hard as she could. Her foot went right between his legs.
The impact sent him sprawling to the ground, with an ear shattering scream.
The fight was over. So was any hope he might ever have had of reproducing.
Shego strode over to where the whimpering man lay, with his hands clutched between his legs. She shook her head. “I told you to run.”
She kicked him upside the head, instantly knocking him unconscious.
Inside the house, Dr. James Possible regained consciousness. He looked up into his wife's tear streaked face, then around the room. Completely puzzled, he asked. “What happened? And why is our accountant laying over there, with all his hair burnt off?”
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A half hour later, Dr. Betty Director arrived at the Possible home with a squad of GJ troopers. On the front lawn, the three unconscious members of Team Impossible were being untied by emergency medical technicians, and loaded into ambulances. Her troopers began moving out around the house, to establish a perimeter. She stepped over the fallen debris to the large gaping hole in the front of the house.
Gingerly, she entered the house. She saw the aftermath of the destruction. She went through the entire house, but there was no sign of the Possibles to be found. Not that she expected them to stick around after this. The signs of their hasty departure were everywhere. Dresser drawers open and empty. An empty wall safe in the master bedroom. Most telling of all, was the lack of a certain vehicle in the garage. If Kim's car was gone, the chances of GJ catching up with them was next to nil.
As she emerged from the house, she heard a voice call out.
“Hey lady! You in charge here?”
A man was being held back by one of her troopers. He was dressed in striped pajamas, and was waving a video camera in the air.
Knowing this was not going to be a good thing, she walked over to him. “Yes. I'm in charge.”
The man smiled broadly. “I got the whole thing on video! This is some really hot stuff!”
He flipped the screen open and hit the play button. There it was, in full HD, with crystal clear sound. Everything from just after Team Impossible blew the front of the house off, until Kim and Shego finished tying up the heroes in only their underwear.
The tape was quickly confiscated. The man was grilled for a good twenty minutes about anything else he saw or heard. In frustration, Betty Director had her troopers release him. Betty could feel a real skull-buster of a headache coming on. She rubbed her temples for a moment. Then, knowing she couldn't put it off, she made the necessary call to the Council. She knew things were about to change... And not for the better.
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The Queen awoke to an incessant high pitched beeping. Groggily, she looked around for the source of the noise. It was coming from her Council provided Videophone. She tried to sit up and felt a pain between her legs. She pulled the wine bottle out of her cunt and chucked it across the room. Standing, she shrugged on a silk housecoat and adjusted her tiara. She punched the receive button on the Videophone.
Half an hour later, she shut off the Videophone. Cackling with glee, she decided to pay Mr. Perkins a special visit. By the time she reached the door to the dungeon, she was laughing almost hysterically. She opened the door. Her laughter died quickly. The dungeon was empty.
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Dr. Betty Director and her top agent, Will Du, entered the emergency room of the Middleton Medical Center. Betty's headache was in full bloom. It was putting her in a very foul mood. Uncharacteristicly, Will had a very large smile on his face. Betty went to the nurse's station and demanded to know where Team Impossible was being treated. A nurse escorted them to a large treatment room. There they found a doctor treating Crash and Burn for lacerations, bruises, and second degree burns.
In a bed by the far wall, Dash was being treated by another doctor and nurse. Betty pointed and nodded towards Crash and Burn, indicating to Will that he speak with them. She headed over to where Dash was laying. He was in obviously severe pain.
The doctor looked up when she stepped to the side of the bed. Seeing the look in her eye, he decided the rest of the man's treatment could wait. He and the nurse made a hasty exit.
Betty looked down at Dash DaMont. “If Kim Possible hadn't already done it, I'd be sorely tempted to kick you in the balls myself! Do you have any idea what you've done?”
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The four Possibles were crammed into Kim's car, along with all their most valuable possessions. Wade's voice came from a speaker on the dashboard. He was giving them directions to a place where they would be safe. Shego was doing the driving, since Kim was still too mad to see straight. She turned onto a dirt road, surrounded by trees. They were a good ten miles outside of the city. The car entered a clear spot. She pulled it to a stop in front of a chain link fence. The fence surrounded a small wooden building.
A sign on the building read. “Sewage Pump Number 9. Middleton Waste Treatment Authority. Do Not Enter.”
Shego punched a button on the dashboard and Wade's face appeared on a small screen. “We're here Nerdlinger. Wherever here is.”
Wade glanced off to the side. “Right on target, and there's no sign you were followed on my scanners. Just drive through the gate and down the ramp.”
The gate in front of the car opened by itself. Then the building itself began to lift into the air. As Shego pulled the car forward, she saw the building was just a hollow shell. It was being lifted on hydraulic poles at each corner. Sure enough, underneath it, was a ramp leading underground. She put the Sloth in gear and drove slowly ahead. At first, the curving ramp was dark. Soon lights appeared overhead. The ramp spiraled round and round, going deeper underground with each loop.
Just about the time everyone in the car was starting to get either dizzy or carsick, the ramp emerged into what appeared to be a perfectly normal underground parking garage. There were about 30 parking spaces. All of them empty. Shego pulled the Sloth into one. She gave a sigh of relief, as she turned the car off.
A door opposite the ramp opened. Revealing an elevator. Everyone piled out of the car, as Wade stepped out of the elevator.
He grinned and waved his arms in the air. “Hey guys. Welcome to your new lair!”
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