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kImproper Desires:Fetish Fueled	By : catrlgirl Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Kim/Shego Views: 10315 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Wade!! WADE!!!” Ron yelled into the communicator Kim had given him as a direct link to Wade. “Can you use the kimmunicator to find Kim? We can’t find her.”
The young genius rubbed his eyes.
“Hold on, Ron isn’t she at the cabin? I thought she was spending a few days out there.”
“She was supposed to,” Ron said. Anne came barreling down the stairs. The fear that gripped her had swallowed the exhaustion and depression left after her operation. She had seen a man die on her operating table as she tried to remove shrapnel from his brain. And that stress was being directly translated to her missing daughter. “I brought her home,” Ron continued. Wade saw Anne’s face come into the screen behind Ron’s shoulder. “I got there this morning and she was screaming and crying. I brought her home and told her to talk to her mom about whatever was wrong with her.”
Wade nodded and his fingers flew across the keys pulling up the tracking system imbedded in the kimmunicator . The search ran on a map and he shook his head.
“According to the GPS it’s in her bedroom. She didn’t take it with her wherever she went.”
“I didn’t see it,” Anne said. “It must have been in her drawer.”
“Sorry, Dr. Possible. If she doesn’t have the Kimmunicator I can’t track her.”
“Dam nit,” Anne said tightening her grip on Ron’s shoulder to a painful level. “How can we find her? Where did she go? Where the hell is my baby?”
“I’ll contact GJ. They might have an alternate way of tracking her. I’ll get back to you in just a second.”
Ron helped Anne take a seat on the couch. The older redheaded neurosurgeon was shaking. The woman who was one of the world’s most respected medical personnel, and who held life in her hands multiple times on any given day was now just a horrified mother with a missing child.
“It’s going to be okay, Mrs. Dr. P. Maybe Kim just ran out and is just fine. Besides she can take care of herself.”
“Ronald. Shut up.” The blonde boy shuddered at the look in Anne’s eye and he shut his mouth tight. She was scared. She was scared and her inability to do anything was making her angry. She knew something was wrong. Kimmie-cub had been acting too strangely. Too unfocused. And Kim had been far too distant lately. Kim was not ok even if she wasn’t in danger.
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The unnaturally hot water rolled over Shego’s body. Over the rapidly healing bruises and splits in her skin. She tossed her heavy mound of hair back after the second wash to get rid of the dried blood. The minor fracture to her legs had healed on the trip here. The nasty bruises on her back stung when the hot rater ran over them. Kim had said she didn’t want to hop in the shower with her. Shego knew it was because she didn’t want to see the damage she had done. Shego knew it. Kimmie might be learning to accept and embrace the monster but she still needed a push. The water shut off and Shego stepped out of the huge stone tiled shower, wrapped herself in a sinfully thick luscious towel and headed back into the bedroom where Kim was sitting on the huge round bed.
“Your brain reset yet, Princess?”
“I … I… Yeah, I think so.”
“good Shego said dropping the towel. See what you did to me?” She turned around revealing the thick layer of bruised over her ass and thighs. “See how you beat me? See the bruise on my legs? That’s when you yanked my hair and I jerked. Bent my leg wrong.”
“I… I…” Kim garbled as she stared.
“I know. It took me two washes to get the blood out of my hair.” The green woman turned around again and smiled. It was awkward with the way her face was swollen form the punches. Her lip was fat and her eye still looked wrong. “And you have to get over it. You beat me, Princess, and you got your sick jollies off of it. Big! Fucking!! Woooop!!! Now stop twitching and deal with it. I got my freaky green rocks off on it too. You’re a monster now,” she said. “Learn to love it or it will eat you alive.”
Monster? That word hit Kim hard. She was a monster, wasn’t she? She was sick. She had gotten off on thinking she had killed Shego. It had been right out of one her fantasies. She had brained her and beaten her and she had liked it. Something about it made Kim smile. Her smile was too wide and off kilter. She flipped her hair back and ran her hands through it. She was Kim possible and she hadn’t ever been normal had she? Why was this so different? She had saved the world more times than she could count. She did things to the extreme. Shego was right.
“Big fucking woop,” Kim said looking up into Shego’s battered face. The uneven wide smile stayed on her face and Kim jumped up from the bed and tackled Shego in a hug. Ignoring the fact that her green lover was damp and bruised. “Big fucking woop!! You’re right. It’s no big.” Kim was a good person. And this world was full of bad people that it would be better off without. And if she could get off while doing good… well then big fucking woop. It was a bonus.
“Well, Princess, Affection little slut aren’t ya?”
“Shego what is this place?”
“My safe house. One of many. So don’t get any ideas. Nothing here for the cops. Or Gj. Just a place for me to lay low and buckle down.”
“Nice place. Not too close to anyone right,” Kim said stepping back over the towel on the floor. She giggled a bit which would have unnerved Shego if she had been in any way normal. It would have bothered her if she had been capable of understanding the wrong sound of it. But the sensation junkie was in charge right now. That part of her that she normally kept strictly controlled. And she knew something was off. She had known it ever since that moment in the warehouse and she was going to ride this possibility for every broken, twisted, unnatural, and wrong bit of pleasure she could. It was what she did. She felt. And this promised to feel good.
“Nope. Can’t have nosy neighbors when you’re a super villain. Why?”
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Dr. Elizabeth Honeydew, Director of Global Justice (GJ) formally took Drew Lipsky, alias Dr. Drakken into custody. Drakken was transported to a maximum security GJ holding facility. He has given full disclosure of his criminal activities under the influence of paranoid megalomaniacal delusions. His original body was retrieved from a lair whose location he disclosed. He expressed no knowledge of the whereabouts of level 1 threat villainess alias Shego. At this point his story is verified. He turned over the lair and all the technical contents and gave his full statement.
The desk phone on agent Willian Alexander Du’s desk rang and he picked up.
“Will Du, you have reached the global Justice secure line state you acceptance code.”
“four-five-five-six seven.”
Du nodded and then switched the call to a video call on his computer he recognized the number.
“Go ahead, Mr. Load.”
Wade’s young face was drawn tight as Du continued to add to his report on the apprehension of Drew Lipsky.
“Will. I need to know if you at GL has an alternate way of tracking Kim. We can’t find her and her mother and Rom are worried. And according to them so am I. She was supposed to be taking a few days off at the cabin. Ron brought her home and then came to check on her and she wasn’t here. Her mother hasn’t seen her.”
Du raised his head and shuffled the file neatly to edge of his desk.
“She has a Global Justice wrist band that is a direct link to us. We might be able to track her with it. Unfortunately since she isn’t a full agent she doesn’t have a com link. I’ll go tell Dr. Director and we’ll triangulate it.”
“Thanks, Will. I’ll check back with you as soon as I pass the message along to Ron and the Drs. Possible. “
The video link went black and Will headed down the hall to the executive office of the director.
He pressed the signal button and typed in his code, he was one of the few agents with full clearance, and entered the office.
“Agent, Du? What is it?”
Clean. To the point. But not rude. Dr. Director knew how to be brisk without offending. A skill Will had not yet mastered. He always wondered if that skill would come with experience.
“Just received a call from Kim Possible’s handler Wade Load,” He said as he met the one functioning eye of the director. “Her parents and Ron are worried because she apparently went missing at some point during this afternoon.”
“Missing?”
Dr. Director crossed her arms and leaned forward focusing on her agent. A very promising freelance agent was missing.
“Yes, Mr. Stoppable brought her home and returned to check on her later and she was gone. Her mother thought she was still at the safe cabin we provided when she began freelancing for us. When he returned to check on Ms. Possible they discovered she had been gone for several hours. And she did not take her kimmunicator.”
“Why do they believe she is missing? It’s only been an afternoon. Was there a note? Was there damage to the house?”
“No, Dr. Director. But according to what they said she had been acting strange for the past few weeks and this doesn’t feel right to them. I need permission to scan for her GJ wristband frequency.”
“Granted... immediately. And send me a full report. I want to know what wrong with Kim. She is one of the most promising young people around. And I want to know if GJ can help with the problem.”
“Yes, Director.”
Du was back at his desk and typing in the code to the GJ tracker issued to Freelancer Kimberly Anne Possible. Wade’s face popped back up on the screen. He had never liked how Mr. Load was able to enter the extremely secure GJ network at will. He was, like Kim, not an operative or technical supporter of Global Justice. He was a child and he was far too talented at the dangerous game he was playing.
“Mr. Load,” Will said as the machine on his desk did its job. It scanned for the frequency being put out by Kim Possible’s Issue wrist band. Unfortunately it wasn’t as accurate or detailed as it would have been if it was a GJ comm unit. “The location is being triangulated as we speak. Unfortunately the wrist bands are mostly only used for identification purposes. The locator feature is sadly outdated. Normally we use the communicator unit GPS beacon.”
“I understand. Tried that with the Kimmunicator she left it in her room. That isn’t like Kim. I agree that something must be wrong.”
“Her location is somewhere north of Upperton.” Will narrowed his eyes at the readings. “The signal seems to be being dampened by something. I can barely trace the location.”
“Thanks will, I’ll fill in the Drs. Possible and Ron.”
The Global Justice elite class agent nodded as the screen cleared. Will was inclined to agree with Wade and Dr. Director. Something was wrong. And he believed it was his duty to perhaps look into it if the Director agreed. He got up to go to the office.
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Shego held her sides laughing madly. This was rich. This was perfect. This was the kind of thing that happened in dreams. Not in real life. She knew she was going to say yes. She had to.
“I’ll make the call, Kimmie.”
Kim had asked to Shego to call Emory. She had asked Shego to call the woman on the video. The one where she first realized she had a problem. She had decided to be one with themonster in her. Where better to start that at the beginning?
“Good. I best go back home. I bet people have noticed me missing by now.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Shego said. Her eye was almost completely better now. And the bruises were now nothing more than slightly tender flesh. And the new lust of Shego’s life walked out. She walked out the door headed back home to wait for the call on the small cheap disposable cell phone.
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