Foundations Laid | By : Parareru Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female > Kim/Ron Views: 10546 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Foundations Laid
by Parareru
Obviously, I own no rights to Kim Possible or its characters. This is merely a product of an overly active imagination.
Phase 1
“Wake Up, Miss Possible,” a smooth, fluid voice whispered in the darkness.
Kimberly Ann Possible shifted in her sleep and groaned.
“It’s time to wake up, Miss Possible,” that same strange voice repeated. “We have a long day ahead of us.”
Kim raised her hand to her face to rub the sleep from her eyes. And found that she couldn’t with her arms tied behind her back. That woke her instantly.
She was sitting in on a metal chair placed in the center of a spotlight. She was s wea wearing her mission clothes, but could not see if her backpack was anywhere in the room. There was somrt ort of a collar locked around her neck, but a far as she could tell it had no real purpose.
Kim blew a stray wisp of hair out of her face as she muttered “This is such a cliché.”
“I am so sorry that you feel so, Miss Possible. Things will not be so boring for very long.” There was a strange quality about that voice, like it had been run through some sort of filter. At that signal two men entered the room dressed in surgical scrubs, complete with masks, caps and gloves.
“Well, this can’t be good,” Kim muttered.
As soon as one of the men came into range Kim hauled off with kick to the gut that neatly folded one of the goons in half and she made a break for the door. As soon as she had reached the door her feet skidded out from under her as the slack on the line attached to the back of her collar snapped tight.
She lay on her back dazed and shrieked in surprise as the line retracted, dragging her across the room. Kim kicked desperately to get her feet beck under her. The cable dragged her upright and she felt a twinge of horror as she realized that the line was not stopping once she was on her feet. The collar bit painfully into her jaw as inch by inch she was raised into the air. Her feet scrabbled wildly for some purchase as her lungs struggled for air. Kim felt her body spin at the end of the line as blackness crept across her vision as her legs began twitching instead of moving at her command. Distantly she felt her bladder release, soaking her pants.
No, it can't end like this. It can't. It can't. It can'titcan'titcan'titc...
Abruptly the line released to dump her unceremoniously on the floor, her head smacking against the cold floor. Kim just lay there and sobbed for air, grateful for each breath that passed through her tortured throat.
“I trust that you have learned your lesson, Miss Possible,” the voice continued, no trace of anger in his voice at all. “Now, you will stand and your clothes will be removed. And you will refrain from attacking my associates.” Delivered in that same flat emotionless tone it still dripped with implied menace.
With a slight whirr the cable began to retract again dragging Kim upward into a kneeling position.
“No, please,” she moaned. “Please, stop.”
“Stop?” the voice asked. “But we have barely even begun.”
Trembling, Kim levered herself up off of her knees and stood slowly. The cable retracted, but left enough slack to allow her to stand.
“Excellent,” the voice said and addressed the two men in the room. “Proceed.”
“Who are you?”
“I have never been given a name. I don’t exist. But if it helps to give me a label then you may call me Uno.”
One of the two men swiftly removed Kim’s pants and then used a short, sharp knife to chrouhrough her top, her flesh cringing away from the blade.
“Oh, there is no need to flinch,” Uno admonished. “I have no use for you dead just yet.
The knife wielder grabbed at the shredded top and yanked viciously causing Kim to sway on her feet as he tossed the scraps of cloth to the ground. The man then turned his attention to Kim’s bra, lifting up a strap then sliding the flat of the blade against her skin slowly.
“Joseph, leave the bra,” Uno interrupted. “But please make sure that Miss Possible will not be able to injure Philip again with those spectacular legs of hers.”
“Joseph? Philip?” The incredulity dripped from her voice.
“Yes. You were expecting a Bruno or Guido perhaps. That is such a cliché.”
Joseph opened a panel on the floor and pulled out a set of shackles that he promptly fastened around Kim’s ankles and then attached them to a clip recessed in the floor.
“Philip, if you have sufficiently recovered it aps ths that our guest has soiled her undergarments. Perhaps you should replace them.”
“Yes, sir,” Philip replied, an unsavory gleam in his eye.
Philip drew his knife and sliced through the thongs of her panties and allowed the small scrap of cloth to fall to the ground. Kim moaned helplessly and twisted her hips in a futile attempt to hide her nudity.
“Philip, it would be best to clean the bef before dressing her.”
Wordlessly Philip retrieved a damp washcloth and began to slide it slowly up and down Kim’s legs. Kim moaned and shuddered as the rough cloth slid wetly against her flesh. Philip stepped in close to Kim’s body as he began to run the cloth over her crotch, working it between her labia. Kim shivered and tried to pull her hips away from Philip, but he wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her in close again, working the cloth into her pussy with grim determination.
Kim writhed in her bonds, panting at the sensationslingling her loins. The coolness of the water, the texture of the cloth as it was worked into her most private and sensitive flesh was maddening. “Please, no more,” she pleaded between gasps.
“Yes, I do believe that is clean enough, Philip. But remember to leave some entertainment for our guest.”
Kim could see Philip’s grin through his surgical mask as Joseph pulled out a red bikini bottom. Joseph tied one side of bottom and pulled a small silver egg from his pocket. Deftly he placed the egg into her pussy resting it lightly against her clit and finished tying the bikini on. Philip pulled out a small control box and hit a button.
The egg began to vibrate and pulse, sending waves of pleasure through Kim’s tender flesh. She writhed and thrashed in her bonds.
“It looks as if you are a little too comfortable,” Uno observed.
As if, Kim thought indignantly as a tortured gas escaped her clenched teeth and then she hissed in surprise as she felt her collar being drawn up. Not again!
The cable only retracted a scant three inches, not enough to lift Kim off of the floor entirely, but enough to make her stand tiptoe in order to keep breathing.
Kim found herself in position where she would need to allow herself to strangle while she gave her aching calves a rest. The fire continued to build in her loins as the egg continued its work, her breath coming in tiny gasps as her hips bucked again againgain, the sweat dripping off of her body.
The orgasm ripped through her body like lightning through the night sky. Every muscle in Kim’s slender body tensed as the wave of pleasure overtook her, flooding her mind. As she collapsed Kim was surprised to find that the cable was slowly lowering her down to the floor. She gulped the air gratefully, panting from the exertion, the egg still vibrating in her pussy, only to a slightly lesser degree. Kim’s hips continued to move of their own volition, her rebellious flesh still seeking release. Her breathing deepened and she passed into an uneasy slumber.
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