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Centurion's Revenge	By : Horatius314 Category: Kim Possible > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality > Het- Male/Female Views: 13213 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The following story is a work of fiction. It is rated NC17, and may be illegal in some areas. This material is a creative work based upon characters created by the Disney corporation. I do not own them, nor do I pretend to. This is story is not for profit. Feedback requested. Send feedback to Horatius314@hotmail dot com.
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Author: Horatius314

This story is in response to one of Vendo’s challenges. It’s my first attempt; so let me know what you think.

Centurion's Revenge

Middleton Science Institute. Somewhere in a basement laboratory.

An experiment was entering its fortieth day. Every ten seconds, a machine sent out a coded pulse of radio waves. The frequencies were generated at random, but followed a pattern. The designer had picked the frequencies from a declassified military manual. Maybe I’ll find someone’s satellite. Maybe something more interesting. More interesting. That’s an interesting thought.

Saturday morning

“Awww, C’mon.” Ron Stoppable slammed his hand against the cabinet of the Space Gladiators video game angrily. “This thing’s cheating.” He half shouted.

Kim Possible, teen superhero, best friend and now girlfriend and lover snickered somewhere behind him.

“This ain’t as easy as it looks, KP.” Ron said in a vain attempt at saving face.

“I’m sure it isn’t.” Kim reached into the pocket of her shorts and pulled out two tokens.

“Wanna go head-to-head.” Kim smiled at him trying to lure him into a butt-kicking.

“Care to wager something on the outcome?” Ron asked, sliding up next to her and leaning on the machine.

“Like what?”

“Standard bet? Loser buys lunch?” That bet always came out the same. They would have lunch at Bueno Nacho, Ron would pay, they’d go to a movie or hang out at the mall. Same old thing. Same as it ever was. Then suddenly, a thought crossed his mind. Something not so innocent, and definitely not so pure. “I’m feeling lucky this time. How ‘bout we up the ante?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“Ron, what do you have in mind?” Kim saw the raised eyebrow. She wasn’t sure if she should be aroused or worried. But for now, she’d play along.

“How about… Winner says, loser does.” Ron’s heart skipped a quick beat. “Within reason, of course. And only for a few hours. Or until it isn’t fun anymore.” He added quickly and half under his breath.

Kim smiled. “That’s a bet.”

The next ten minutes consisted almost entirely of Kim annihilating Ron in every way, shape and form the video game could construct. Ron’s Space Gladiator was reduced to a pile of pixilated pulp with breathtaking speed. Kim stepped back from the machine grinning.

“Aww, did I do that? Gee, Ron, I guess you weren’t as lucky as you thought. Don’t worry, maybe you’ll get lucky later.” Kim chided.

Ron spent the rest of the day carrying packages and fetching drinks for Kim. She treated him well and only rubbed it in a little. Ron was mostly happy, especially when she would reward him with a kiss or two. After hanging around the mall for a while, they went out to the park. They walked around the bike paths and back and forth like anyone else would. When Kim decided to stop at one of the benches for a rest, Ron thought nothing of it.

A few minutes passed.

“Oh, Ronnnnnnn,” Kim started seductively, and then corrected herself. “Or should I say: oh slave-boy…”

Ron looked at her a little confused, but that only lasted a second before he leapt to his feet. “Yes mistress? How may I serve you?” Ron replied smiling and enjoying the game.

“My feet are sore. Rub them for me.” Kim told him as she popped the strap off the back of her heel. Ron knelt in front of her and took her foot in hand. He removed her sandal and began to rub her foot. He massaged the sore and tired muscles in her foot. First one foot and then the other.

“Slave, my calves are sore. Massage them.” Kim commanded him casually. Ron obeyed with enthusiastic diligence. He applied deep pressure on every muscle bundle all the way up to her knees. When her calves felt like they were melting off her bones, she looked at her slave.

“Slave, my thighs need rubbing. Take care of them.” Kim commanded as she slid down a little further on the bench.

“Of course, mistress. Anything for you.” Ron began to move his hands up and down her thighs, applying the same exquisite pressure he had used on her feet and calves. Only this time he made sure that his ‘magic fingers’ occasionally graced more and more sensitive parts of Kim’s body. The loose fitting shorts she was wearing provided more than sufficient room for him to keep his fingers gently gracing the thin material of the panties she wore underneath. Each time he ‘accidentally’ let his fingers slide across the silky material, he elicited a smile on Kim’s lips. Sometimes the smiles were joined by quiet gasps of air or by a soft moan. For nearly a half hour, Ron ‘massaged’ Kim’s thighs. He made sure to massage other nearby parts until the scent of her arousal was overpowering. She finally reached down and took hold of his wrist. Ron looked up into Kim’s face. She was biting her lower lip.

“Ron.”

“Yes mistress.”

“How far is it back to the car?” Kim asked him breathily. Ron noticed she was sounding desperate.

“About half a mile, I guess.”

“Too far.” She said quickly as she looked around. “There. The tree line over by the creek. C’mon.” She took his hand and ran the twenty or thirty yards through the uncut tall grass and into the trees. She stopped at the edge of the small creek that ran between the trees.
“What’s the matter, Kim? Something wrong?” Ron was barely winded from his short run.
Kim spun around quickly and took his face in her hands. She kissed him deeply, forcing her tongue into his mouth. When she finally broke the kiss, Ron was about to say something. She put her hand over his mouth to silence his comment.

“Shut up and fuck me, slave.” Kim whispered to him breathlessly.

Ron looked at her for a half second, and then said the only thing one can say in a situation like this one: “Yes, Mistress.”

Ron started out trying to be slow and gentle. He tried to be soft and romantic, but Kim wasn’t having any of that. When he tried to start caressing her breast through her shirt, she began clawing at his shirt.

“I said, ‘Fuck Me’, slave. You got me like this, now you need to finish.” She hissed at him as she pulled his pants open. “And you need to start fucking me now before I get angry and punish you.”

Ron suddenly became concerned, but then when his hormones figured out what she wanted, he was willing to accommodate her. Ron began to tear at her clothes. He pulled away her t-shirt and bra, exposing her firm, young breasts to the cool air. Immediately, her nipples hardened into tiny firm peaks. Ron continued undressing her. He pulled at her running shorts. In one frenetic motion, he pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles. Kim stepped out of them. But instead of allowing him to stand back up, Kim took hold of Ron’s head and pulled it into her body. Ron went from being at eye-level with the beautiful narrow strip of auburn hair between her legs to having his face pushed into it. Ron extend his tongue and began to lick for all he was worth. He inhaled her deep musky scent. He held it inside, feeling the intoxicating warmth of the woman he loved. Ron moved his tongue up and down, probing and tasting. Ron picked up his hands and took hold of Kim’s hips and took control of her motions. He kept his tongue and slid it into her body, feeling her warmth and tasting the juices as they began to flow. When Ron finally found the little nub of her clitoris, he teased, he blew gently upon it, he did everything to prolong Kim’s torture. And when he nipped gently at her clit, Kim exploded. He could feel her muscles go tight. The only thing that prevented her from falling backwards was the tree she had been holding on to. When Ron looked up to see why she hadn’t screamed, he saw that she had bitten down onto her finger to stifle her scream.

After a moment, Kim’s breathing started to return to normal. She shuddered for a moment and looked at Ron. Smiling, she sank to her knees and then to all fours. “You still haven’t fucked your mistress, slave. Get back to work.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Ron grinned as he pulled off his shorts and damaged t-shirt. Ron came around behind Kim who was becoming less and less rational by the second. After aligning himself, he took hold of Kim’s hips. And… paused, wickedly he smiled.

“Ron!!! If you don’t start, I’m going to kill you!” She was almost shouting. Ron was surprised no one had heard them yet. And with that last thought, Ron buried himself to the hilt in Kim’s body. He could feel her body shudder around him as he paused momentarily. Her breath became ragged. “Oh, god, yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck me Ron. Your mistress needs to be fucked. Hard. Fuck me hard Ron. God I need you.” Ron began pounding into her. Every time he slid in to her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh could be heard. He kept pounding into her over and over again. Kim’s head drooped momentarily. Ron could hear her breathing coming in gasps. Kim picked one of her hands up off the ground and began pinching at one of her nipples. Now her howls began. People are sure to hear this. Kim moved her hand from her breast and nipple back between her legs. Ron felt her hand grip his scrotum.

“C’mon baby, cum for me. Fill me up. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Cum in me, baby.” Kim was speaking between gasps by this point. Ron knew by the sounds she was making that her orgasm was only moments away. He could feel that telltale tingling in the bottom of his balls. Now it was only a matter of time. One of them was going to reach climax first. The only question was who.

In an instant, Ron grabbed Kim’s hips for one final thrust. He impaled his body onto hers. Kim’s body went tight and rigid as her orgasm cascaded through her body in a wave of pure pleasure. Her mouth opened in a final, desperate silent scream. When Kim’s muscles took hold of him and tried to pull him deeper into her body, that one sensation was the last thing it took to drive him over the edge. Ron emptied himself into Kim. He pulsed over and over inside her body. More and more of his seed exploded into her body. Kim’s orgasm had started to fade, but as it did, a second wave came crashing down onto her. When she could finally move again, she collapsed onto the soft, cool ground with Ron collapsing on top of her. When finally they caught their breath, Kim turned her head and kissed Ron on the lips.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, Mistress?” Ron asked, a smile on his face.
“No, I think that will be all for now, slave.” Kim chuckled.

Late that night. Kim’s bedroom.

“Thank you Ron. Thank you for everything today. And I do mean ‘Everything’.” Kim smiled at Ron as he climbed out her bedroom window. They kissed one more time as they said goodnight. Ron climbed across the roof, jumped down to the ground and began to make his way home. He often wondered what Kim’s parents thought of their late night activities. They had to know. They weren’t stupid, and Ron’s path took him within a few feet of their bedroom window. If they knew and they didn’t do anything, then it must be ok with them.

A few hours later, Kim was fast asleep. She was blissfully dreaming and remembering the exquisite feeling of her and Ron’s afternoon activities in the park.

Somewhere in the night, a radio wave began to ripple out from its source. Deep inside Kim’s body, a billion microscopic machines heeded the call. The machines were once part of the Centurion project. They had heard the siren’s call of the random radio pulse. The tiny machines began to execute what few instructions remained. They searched for injuries and found none. They searched for poisons and toxins. Again they found none, save for the normal contents of a Bueno Nacho deluxe dinner platter. Then they began to search for the control node, the master controller that was once contained in a simple bracelet. When they couldn’t find it, they began to execute a new set of commands. The nano-machines began to build and rearrange what they needed. They didn’t know that their instructions were incomplete. They didn’t know that they represented only some of the machines that were supposed to be inside of a new ‘soldier’. They didn’t know and they didn’t care. They had received the signal to begin work and so they began. Repair damage first. Then begin conversion. The orders were simple.

Late in the night, Kim’s dreams began to turn odd. She could hear voices mumbling in the background. Nothing definite, but they were voices. Maybe. The mumbling continued throughout the night. When her alarm clock finally went off, she became instantly awake. She went from deep REM sleep to fully awake. She could even feel a hint of adrenaline pulsing through her system. She took a deep breath and looked around her room. She was alone in her room. Everything was safe and secure. And she was hungry. Hungry bordering on ravenous. Shower first, then eat. One thing at a time.

Kim decided that her response was due to a poor night’s sleep and way too much exertion the day before. Grabbing an oversized towel, she headed for the bathroom and a morning shower. While waiting for the shower to get warm, she started pulling off her nightshirt and panties. Something felt wrong. Not a bad kind of wrong, just wrong. In fact, based on how she was starting to feel, it was apparently a good kind of wrong. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something felt wrong.

As the hot water cascaded over her body, she was amazed at how good it felt. She could feel every drop of water as it ran down her body. It felt so good; it made her forget all of her problems for a moment or two. She could feel the water as it flowed down her back and over her behind. That exquisitely wet warmth slowly penetrated the gap between her butt-cheeks. The warmth was creeping through her body headed lower. When it finally reached between her legs, the marvelously powerful feelings seemed to claw their way up inside her body. The feeling began spreading out like a pool of liquid fire. From there, the feeling only grew in intensity. My god, I’m getting turned on by a shower. Kim thought. She turned around and let the water rain down on her breasts and nipples. She made a sharp gasp as the water made contact. Her nipples quickly hardened under the assault of the water. She could see that what was supposed to be a quick morning shower was fast becoming something else.

Closing her eyes and letting the water wash over her, she could first feel the water striking and beading on her skin. She could feel every drop as it struck and rolled off her body. She poured some of the liquid soap into her hands and began to scrub the previous day’s grime away. She mused at the fact that for all a shower did for her, its one drawback was that it washed Ron’s scent off of her. 'If I could package that scent, I’d bathe in it.' Kim mused.

The soap foamed and frothed as Kim scrubbed her arms and shoulders. When she began to work the lather into the back of her neck, she spent a few extra moments massaging the spot where her neck and shoulders met. Ron had always spent time there during foreplay. The line of her neck that began here and ran up behind her ear had always been sensitive. She knew it and Ron knew it. When he kissed and nibbled his way up, it always set Kim’s blood on a nice low boil. She could always tell just how desperate she had made Ron based on how long he spent on foreplay. Behind her closed eyelids, she could remember Ron from the night before. She could feel just how slow and gentle he had been. Their activities in the park had taken them both down a notch or two, but had left the young lovers with a deeper need for each other.

Kim slid her hands around from behind her neck and let them begin to slide down her body. She scrubbed the top of her ribs and her collarbone, another of Ron’s favorites Kim mused. And when her warm, soapy hands met her hardened nipples, it was like someone had connected her to a wall-socket. The moment her fingers and nipples met, Kim could feel an electric jolt of pleasure so intense, it almost hurt. In that moment, between the images in her head and the touch of her own fingers, Kim could feel the approach of her own orgasm bearing down on her like a freight train. With a shock, Kim pulled her hands away from her breasts and opened her eyes. She shuddered momentarily. A touch of confusion accompanying the pleasure. Kim bit her lip and thought for a moment. When the thought passed, all pretenses for the shower were gone. Her need for satisfaction and release now outweighed her need for cleanliness.

Before closing her eyes, Kim reached out and turned up the temperature of the shower. A second or two later, she could feel the heat and steam increase. Well, Ron, this is what you miss if you don’t stay the night. Guess we’ll just have to change that. Her hands slid down her body. She slid her fingertips through the narrow valley between her breasts. After what had happened last time her fingertips and nipples met… Her hands caressed her taught belly. She could almost feel the warmth in her belly glowing through her skin. In her mind’s eye, she could see Ron kissing his way down her stomach; occasionally running is tongue in slow lazy circles around her navel, blowing on the line of saliva to encourage the gooseflesh to rise. Kim’s fingers traced his path downward. Her right hand crossed her pelvis first, still heading downward. Her left hand had received new instructions: It was headed north, where two perfect, electrically charged nipples waited.

Her right hand glided across her body. As it moved further downward, Kim gave only a passing notice that where there should have been a narrow strip of hair between her legs, was now perfectly smooth and hairless. Kim’s fingers found their goal. At first, she began to move slowly, with just her fingertips passing barely inside. Her other hand started the gentle task of toying with her nipple, not so hard as to cause that previous jolt, just hard enough to get the flesh to start to harden. Kim could imagine Ron’s fingers and tongue between her legs as she slipped her middle finger a little deeper inside. She could feel every ridge and callous on her finger as it began to move inside her. That first finger soon proved to be insufficient, and was rapidly joined by another. She could imagine that it was Ron inside of her. Sliding in and out of her body. Thrusting inside again and again. Her left hand had taken hold of her nipple and was fiercely squeezing it in an attempt to accentuate what her right hand was doing. The first climax rose and crashed over her. Normally, this would have given her enough relief to get on with her day. But not today. She could feel the need and desperation building.

On boneless legs, Kim sank to her knees in the shower. The hot spray continued to cascade over her as she fell. Her right hand still wasn’t enough. Kim backed off for a moment only to add a third finger. The size of these three fingers together was approaching what she needed to feel.

God, Ron, where are you? I need you in me so bad right now. I’m going insane without you. I need you to fuck me. God, I need to be fucked so bad right now. She whispered breathlessly to herself.

Kim took her left hand away form her breasts and added it to her right. Her right hand continued to thrust in and out of her body. Harder and harder she used it to simulate Ron. Her left hand added two fingers to the mix. Her left hand took her clit between two fingers and began to rub. Furiously. The waves of pleasure were now coming at her so fast that she couldn’t hold Ron’s image in her head. Her body, her pussy, her clit were the center of the universe. There was only pleasure. Kim began to move up and down, just like she was riding Ron. She spread her legs further apart so she could reach deeper into herself. The penetration from her right hand was wonderful. She was deep inside her own body. Kim was almost crying from the pleasure she was giving herself. Then, like the proverbial freight train, it hit. Kim’s own orgasm exploded out of nowhere. It had come with only a split second of warning. When it arrived, Kim’s muscles clenched down around her fingers. Her own muscles tried to pull her hand deep inside. Kim rode the orgasm, trying to coax every moment she could out of it. She savored every second her body would allow. Wave after wave of mini-orgasms and after shocks cascaded across her body. It was like every nerve was pushing her for greater and greater pleasures. She tried to scream, but nothing came out.

And then everything went dark.

Kim opened her eyes. She was still in the shower. The water was starting to cool. Her right hand was still inside her, and her left was under her head, serving as a pillow. Carefully, gently, she slid her right hand out of her body. Where she should have been sore, she felt no pain; no discomfort of any kind. Cautiously, she sat up then stood up. Her balance was off for a few moments, but Kim recovered quickly from her ‘ordeal’.

She could feel the fires inside her waning. Not disappearing, but waning. She looked around and quickly finished her shower.

Kim thought to herself, “New List of things to do today: One, get breakfast. Two, Go find Ron. Three, Get brains fucked out by Ron. Four, get lunch. Five Get brains fucked out by Ron again. That sounds like a pretty good list for the morning.”

And that would be a pretty good list. Unfortunately, there were about a billion nano-machines that might have something else to say about that.
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