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Captive delights.	By : Morgoth22 Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27172 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Captive delights.

            It had been the opportunity of a life time, Kim thought. A chance to take a full month working with some of the best cheerleaders in the business, working out new cheers, new routines—everyone, even Bonnie was excited. The sponsers were a little secretive, but the cheerleaders that had come to the school were well known and everyone figured they didn’t want to reveal their backers in case they contributed to some school that one day might recruit the cheerleaders. They’d also asked for other people to come along, Amelia from the coordinator club and Monique for her fashion sense. The last summer after graduation…in a month she’d start at Upperton U, so this, Kim thought was really the last hurrah. They’d had to sign the waivers themselves (and that was new—for the first time as adults no parents needed to apply).
            Kim was a little miffed that there were no mascots at this retreat, but she promised Ron she’d get back to him once they got back in a month. She figured that what they had would keep them so busy the time would just fly…
            And then there was a sweetish odor in the plane, and Kim and the others went to sleep.
            She woke up on a soft bunk like bed, for a moment thinking they were at Camp Wannaweep… and then she shot up when she realized that it looked like a bunk room, but the front doors were barred, and there were cameras in the ceiling… in fact it looked like a…
            “Jail cell” A woman’s voice came. “But don’t worry, you won’t have to be locked up very long—just until you’re fitting is finished.” Kim looked outside, and there, surrounded by large goons wearing very brief costumes, as a statuesque woman, in her mid thirties, a main of dark hair falling loose behind her back. She looked like she could be a porn star…and the frank evaluation and hunger with which she regarded them caused Kim to feel butterflies trying to get out of her stomach.
            “Fitting?” Kim asked, shocked, noticing the rest of the team, Amelia, and Monique were waking up. “Fitting for what?”
            “For your training.” She smiled, “Your training as sex slaves…” Kim got up and got ready to fight, but her muscles were barely responding to her commands. “I’m sorry” the woman continued, “But we can’t have you hurting yourself. That drug keeps you very weak…and in fact, it will do so until I administer the antidote…and we can’t do that until you’re in uniform…I have very high standards at my school.”
            “Oh really!” Kim said, getting into a stance.
            “Oh really.” She said, and waved negligently, opening the door and sending in several large (and handsome) goons. Kim moved like an uncoordinated four year old, and in fact on eof the goons kept her from falling over. The seized her gently, held her and reached into several bags they’d brought. Others walked over to the rest of the girls, none of them bothering to team up on the woozy, helpless women. Kim guessed they still considered her a threat.
            “I…” She started and then blinked at the glob of silvery material that was brought out and touched to her neck. It turned liquid ran around her neck and solidified, feeling light a slightly tight chocker or collar. Then the same was done to her wrists and ankles, Kim relizing that they’d taken off her shoes at some point. When they let her go, she actually fell back into the bunk, from a combination of shock and wooziness. The others were sitting on the soft floor or like Kim, on a bunk.
            The woman smiled, and touched a button on her wrist, and Kim felt a tiny prick on her neck, followed by ones on her wrists and ankles. The material felt familiar, in fact… like heavy metal or…
            “Centurion armor!” Kim shouted.
            “Well, that’s what it was for originally…” She smiled back, looking at the women. “I’ve modified it for better purposes. Those pricks? That was it integrating with your nervous systems… it’s spreading through your body as we talk.”
            “You…your turning us into robots?” Tara asked.
            “Oh, why would I do that?” She smiled back, “Nobody wants robots, and besides it doesn’t have the capability for that…yet.” She brushed her dark hair back, “No, it simply has the ability to have certain…effects on your bodies…I’ll let you discover them. It also keeps track of you every second of the day, and listens to what you say—and if you say naughty things…” She smiled, “Well, you can find that out for yourself. But for the first function…time for you to wear your uniforms.” Kim looked down as the collars seemed to turn liquid and flowed over them. Bonnie screamed in surprise as her clothes were shredded, being pushed off by the flowing liquid, as outerclothes, and underwear alike were destroyed. This had happened to Kim before at a Halloween party…but there the centurion had left her mission clothes alone.
            Not now. Moments later, Kim and the others stood in front of their captor, wearing what looked like silvery bikini’s or in some cases, skintight shorts and halters. Their collars braclets and anklets were only slightly smaller, and Kim felt the air on her skin—as before the nanotech was transmitting every feeling so she felt naked…and looking over at Bonnie, probably looked it too, the millimeter thick coating leaving very little to the imagination.
            But she also felt the wooziness leaving her. Evidently the nanotech was purifying it out of her system, which was just fine by her. Kim crouched slightly, and as the last goon left, not even bothering to open the door, she leaped. The woman smiled as she watched the hero bearing down on her, and didn’t even try to evade.
            Kim was half way to her when it happened. She’d fucked Ron before (in fact, pretty much non-stop since their junior prom) and she’d had orgasms…but this…this was something beyond her imagination. Every muscle spasmed, as she squealed out in shocked ecstasy, fetching up in front of the woman in an untidy, twitching bundle.
            “Oh….” She moaned, feeling the after effects of the orgasm run through her.
            “We don’t use pain in our training program.. much…pleasure is so much better.” The woman said, running a hand through Kim’s hair. “Besides, you’ve no doubt prepared yourself for pain…but pleasure? Few do.”
            “You Bitch! You fuck-mpgh!” Bonnie’s rant was cut off, and Kim muzzily looked over to where the cheerleader, a look of shock on her face, was pawing at the large silvery ball gag that had filled her mouth, apparently coming from the collar.
            “Mpgh! MMM!” Bonnie grunted.
            “Now, now…bad language isn’t allowed. I’ll let you figure how to get it ou of your mouth.” She smiled, and turned, “Dinner will be at 7 and tomorrow the first day of the rest of your lives begins.”
            “Wa…wait!” Monique shouted. “Our friends will know something’s wrong!”
            “Will they?” She smiled, “You’ll be sending back emails and letters…and depending on what the buyers want, either your plane will have a tragic accident or you’ll go home and just go to them yourselves… We pride ourselves on gaining the complete compliance of our students, after all.” With that, she turned and left, leaving Kim on the ground, Bonnie mutely glaring, and the others looking at each other in shock…and in at least a few cases, arousal.

TBC.
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Captive delights.