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Alternate Endings	By : Imyoshi Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female > Kim/Ron Views: 9343 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I own nothing of Kim Possible nor do I make any money/profit from this story.
Alternate Endings
Dominance
By: Imyoshi
“Go Drakken!”
Appearing from the corner of Zorpox’s Mega Weather Generator, Drakken had the attitudinator promptly secured within the confines of his hands. Shining a grin of content, the once mad doctor aimed to place the machine on young Stoppable’s head in an attempt to revert him back to his silly clumsy do-gooder self, but the craze villain had other plans.
Drakken walked behind Zorpox, “You’ve been a bad boy,” he announced, the final kinks of their plan coming into light.
Ready to turn Ronald back to his old self, Drakken quickly moved the machine towards his exposed head before giving him the chance to make any sort of counter movement, or so the doctor thought. Without the usual warning due to Super Villain tradition, Zorpox threw a powerful back fist from behind, not even sparing the unsuspecting man a glance as his fist connected with his jaw. The speed of Zorpox’s attack was unnerving fast—so fast that the sudden jolt of contact caused Drakken to drop the attitudinator onto the floor besides Ron’s feet with him falling a few feet behind.
Both Kim and Shego’s eyes widen from the attack, seeing as Drakken had fell to ignorant unconsciousness. The princess’s plan had failed! And having Zorpox’s shark tank hidden beneath Shego’s feet loomed ominously in her thoughts. Her hands started to shake a bit and Kim’s hands formed into fist of anger and regret, ready to jump in and fight her own best friend.
“Really? That was your so called plan?” Ron mocked in a cold fashion, turning off his Mega Weather Generator in the process. “I expected better from you Kimberly Ann.”
Ron sighed as he flipped the switch and casually strolled towards the fallen invention, ignoring the piercing gaze Kimberly shot at him. He stood in front of the little helmet, before reaching down for it, his back still turned to the two strong females within his vicinity. Turning around with a stoic expression on his once evilly cheerful face, Zorpox lightly grabbed the machine in one hand, tossing it like an uninteresting pebble.
The dull cold resolve in his eyes burned the two females in an almost submissive state as he continued to toss the machine carelessly in his hand. And then in one swoosh motion—Ron crushed the toy between both his palms in unnatural speeds with his eyes turning a deep hue of blue in the process.
Kim witnessing something truly strange couldn’t find the strength in her to move and attack Ron – Zorpox. All she could do was continue to stare into those power hungry eyes of his, questioning how he could destroyed the attitudinator so easily, and why he wasn’t laughing like a craze manic with a horrible English accent.
What happened to his overly hyped villainess mystique? Where did all his pep go? What happened to Zorpox? This wasn’t Zorpox! This wasn’t Zorpox!
Before any more confusing thoughts and questions dare pop up in her head, Ron was past her personal bubble, cupping his glove around her mouth and nose. Having almost no reaction time to his new amazing speed, Kim barely struggled in an effort to remove his hand away from her face. But her efforts grew weaker. The grip she was applying to Ron’s wrist and arm was waning as her entire field of vision grew fuzzy very fast. She felt her arms fall to her sides as her body grew limp and her eyes rolled into the back of her head before sweet unconsciousness took hold. The last image she saw was Ron staring at her sporting a predatory grin.
…
Kim Possible awoke abruptly from her small nap. She shook her head a few times before realizing she was in a room covered in cushions which also included the walls and flooring. The color white quickly swarmed her head, as she tried to get up, but found her body tightly secured in a very well made straight jacket. In a moment of panic, she studied the restraints that held her. Her arms had been confined behind her back in a triple knotted hold with an added layer of belts around the white stainless jacket to further secure her from any possible escape or the jacket having any off chance of slipping off. Each belt wrapped around her body tightly, above and below her chest and around her small flat stomach. Even her legs, in which her pants were missing, had nooses around her ankles, thighs, and toes.
In other words, Kim Possible was being held prisoner.
Quickly going to hero and survival mode, Kim fought in a hearty struggle for a few minutes. She gritted her teeth hard as she wiggled and shook repeatedly in desperation. But each pull only enforced the belts around her upper body. And every tug slowly made her lose balance as she fell softly to her side on the cushioned flooring. The hero girl wiggled a little more, but nope, nothing.
Great!
Now she was stuck and still had no idea where she was at.
Blowing a stray strand of her red hair away from her frustrated face, Kim made another attempt to level herself up again, but the actions quickly stopped when part of the wall across from her opened up. She stared wide eyed at the person.
Ron.
A sense of relief washed over Kim’s face to see her best friend standing in his standard mission clothes outside the door.
“Ron!” she quickly shouted, struggling to get up, “Hurry up and untie me!” Kim was so ready to get out of these bonds that held her so well and was glad to see Ron.
The sidekick grinned perhaps a bit too darkly for the hero girl. That grin reminded her of something and her bad road meter was going off, but before she could assess the sitch, he stepped in to grab her by the hair, and pushed her head back into the wall in a hard thud. The girl blinked from his sudden roughness and she did a double take on her best friend. She gasped as she finally noticed the dark hues of blue swirling within his once caramel eyes. And also that grin. The same eyes and grin he had right before she blacked out!
“Zorpox,” Kim lightly mumbled, finding a trace of fear in her throat for feeling so helpless. Normally in any random sitch she could be all heroic and positive, but that look Ron was giving her sent numbness to her nerves, swallowing her in a sea of fearfulness.
“Kimberly,” he smirked, letting her hair go for her to fall, “Welcome to your new home.” Ron added, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in a dominant appearance. Just now did she notice that his blue skin no longer exist anywhere on him.
In an instant, she regained her lost composure and glared. Kim didn’t feel all that welcomed.
“New home,” she growled, trying to get up, “No thanks, I prefer somewhere a bit less binding,” she gestured at her legs and chest.
Using the wall as support, Kim tried to force her body up through sheer will power, but the effort was very draining. She only made it half way up when Ron came up to her and lightly pushed off the fall for her to fall flat on her stomach. The hero girl tried to turn over, but Ron pinned her body down with his knee while one hand forced her head down.
“Now, now, Kimberly, no need to get upset,” Ron trailed, forcing her head to move and look at him and his devilish grin, “In time you will come to love your new home.”
Kim couldn’t possible fight Ron in her position. The way the constraints held her made it impossible even for a Possible. So she figured she could learn a thing or two instead.
“Where are we? What happened to Drakken and Shego,” Kim didn’t know why she suddenly asked, but she couldn’t stop herself. “And what to do you want Zorpox!”
Zorpox smirked wider at his captive, “First, I prefer Ronald, not that silly personal I used to distract you imbeciles. Secondly, I left Shego and that pathetic excuse of a villain back at that lair.” Ronald then leaned closer to Kim’s ear, breathing down hard on her neck, “And lastly, what I want is you.”
Without any such warning, Ronald slapped Kim’s ass for without her pants she was only wearing a thong and naco knows what under her straight jacket. The slap immediately sparked a reaction from the hero girl as she tried incredibly to move away from Ronald’s pin.
No such luck.
Ron let his hand linger on her exposed bottom as his fingers trailed to a more secluded area.
“Ron!” Kim gasped, not believing what was happening, “Stop!” Anger and small traces of fear yelled out from her voice.
He ignored her and lightly rubbed his fingers through the thin pieces of fabric between her legs. He closed in towards his prize and lightly rubbed small circles between her legs. She was totally helpless and couldn’t even fathom what was going to happen next. But before her fears took hold of her imagination, his hand had moved as quickly as it came.
“I want power,” he growled unexpectedly, small fangs forming from his teeth, “I want recognition, I want the world, and I want you.” He got off her back and headed towards the door, grabbing the corner. “And I will get it.”
Finally her mind caught up with her, and Kim forced her way to sit up against the corner of the room, feeling totally helpless in her bonds. She pulled her legs as best as she could between her body and the wall to shield her exposure.
“And how do you plan to do that?” Kim hated how her voice betrayed her usual strong demeanor with a weak and frightened tone. She felt violated in both body and mind as her former best friend turned around to lean on the side.
“Simple. With my mystical monkey powers and genius I will take over this world in a surprise attack,” Ronald leaned forward in to a new scared Kim. “And as for you, well, a little, hn, brainwashing could do wonders for the mind,” he grinned, a dark blue aura surrounding him.
Kim found her heroic side again at the idea of being brainwashed, “I won’t let you brainwash me to help you take over the world! I will fight it until someone saves me,” yelled the girl in an act of defiance.
Ronald licked his lips in content, his blue eyes eyeing her restraint body, “I don’t remember saying I wanted a partner. Who said I wanted to share?” he rose up, “I said I wanted you. But I didn’t say how.” In a flash he was in her face, grinning in content, “You are going to be my little sexy fox, Kimberly. An obedient sexy fox who obeys every one of her master’s orders—me! And trust me, Kimberly,” he reached for her silky smooth thighs, rubbing them slowly “I plan to use you and your body for many things, but partnership—hmph, I’ll pass.”
A lump formed in the girl’s throat, as she swallowed heavily at the idea. “R-Ron would never do this!”
“I am not the Ron you use to know,” he stated so easily, all emotion draining from his cold perpetual stare.
Kim bit her lip, “B-but–?”
He stood up at full height compared to her fetal position against the corner, his shadow looming over body, “I. Am. Not. The. Ron. You. Use. To. Know.” Kim quivered in her corner from Ronald’s sheer intensity in his voice. This was not her Ron. No way in hell was this her Ron.
Ronald moved away from her, hands dipped in his cargo pockets, “Now I hope you had a good sleep cause were going to begin soon on your little therapy session,” he mocked with his victorious grin returning.
Then in a hush he turned walking towards the opened wall.
Having her insides torn, Kim breathed heavily as the next words in her mouth seemed to move in auto pilot. “Wade and Global Justice will find you! They will stop you! They have a way of tracking you down!”
She threatened him!
Ron turned around in a wide eyed innocent stare, before pulling out a small chip from his other pocket, “What? You mean the tracking chip?”
Kim stared hard and disbelieving as he held the small chip between his two fingers, “How did you…?”
“Please.” He cut in, sounding hurt. Hmph, good acting, “If I’m smart enough to find the Kimmunicator’s frequency and fool all you to believe I was this Zorpox character, then I can easily discover a tracking chip on my own body.”
Kim felt all the color drain from her face as her hopes crumbled between Ronald’s fingers. Her chance, her ace in the hole, was destroyed before she even realized. All she could do now was hope and resist.
Tossing the chip carelessly outside the door, Ronald teased her a little with a small twirl of his fingers, “Now Kimberly, you best get ready. I don’t want my new pet to be bad on her first day of training.”
Not wanting to become anyone’s toy, Kim lifted her body against the wall, fighting the tight ropes of the straight jacket, “I will never succumb to your will Ro–Ronald!” That was all the hero girl could do now, yell out petty curses.
Ron placed his hand over his heart in a mockishly like fashion, “Aww, but KP. You already have. And please, get use to calling me master.” And with that, Ron tipped Kim over to the floor of her room and left to who knows where, leaving a panicked Kim to her thoughts.
“Oh, and by the way, I left you a clock here,” Kim looked up to see a ticking clock above Ron’s head and definitely out of her reach, with the two arms ticking back in forth. The machine looked broken. “Well then... have fun.” And he was gone, leaving Kim alone to think of her upcoming fate.
She struggled for a few moments against her bonds, but to no avail. When she gave up trying to break free, she moved close to a corner to huddle. She refused to cry and give him the satisfaction, but grieving in solace was okay in her book.
And that’s what Kim Possible did.
…
Kim moaned through the gag around her mouth as her head began to spin. True to his word, Ronald did come back and brought the instruments of torture for her therapy session.
Still secured in a straight jacket, Kim’s legs had been tied to a steel staff keeping her from closing them. She also had a blindfold and a ball gag strapped around her head, keeping her from seeing or speaking out, and was fastened to the wall with a belt that kept her from moving too much. Ronald had then tied a small vibrator remote to her leg and placed the small delicate machine between her nice unguarded clit and small undergarments that blocked his view. But it wasn’t like he couldn't pull them off anytime he wanted; he just wanted to hear her beg for it.
The little toy had been set to a low setting and was left there to do its job, rubbing Kim’s ever wetting folds. She tried to twist and turn from the unusual comfort, fighting the sensations every step of the way mentally, but emotionally and physically her body had other plans. And before long, moans escaped the blind hero girl’s gagged mouth as her face rubbed up against the cushioned wall with beads of sweat dripping down her face. Her breathing got heavy quick and the heat burning down there grew hotter each moment. She felt a coil twist in her stomach, tightening each passing second.
Unable to move her body to stop the pleasure from building, Kim tried to block out the sounds her ears were picking up on as well. Ronald had decided to also secure her ears with a pair of headphones that played a strange music that Kimberly found made her muscles relax. It took no time for the girl to realize the soft music had some role in her brainwashing, but she found it hard to concentrate with a constant vibration of pleasure rubbing at her folds. All Kim could do was twist her head around trying to throw the headphones off, but fat chance that was going to happen.
Listening to the soft sounds coming from the music, Kim leaned her head back into the wall, her hair falling on her shoulders in sweat covered in strands. She didn’t know how long this has been going on, but she would guess anywhere from an hour to 3 hours, or maybe even a day... week?
She didn’t know.
All she knew was that in a few seconds right before her climax the damn little machine would stop and give her time to cool off and start over again, always bringing her over the edge of release, but never actually pushing her over.
Ronald must have set it up like that, she numbly wondered as the little toy suddenly stopped right as the coil in her body was about to break from the incredible amount of pressure build up. Damn it! She wanted to have her moment so bad, but was denied every chance.
Having a moment to cool off, Kim reattempted to get the headphones off her sweaty head. She thrashed her head left and right over and over again. But all the hero girl was doing was tiring herself out and giving the soft nice music a chance to settle in her fuzzy brain.
Tired, she leaned her head back against the wall, breathing quiet hard through her nose as her chest expanded in the tight jacket. She was getting so tired and so frustrated and only wanted it all to stop, but it never did. Having a moment of piece again from the ‘toy’, Kim tried to think of a way out of this sitch, but all her mind could come up with was how pleasantly the music sounded to her ears. Slowly the music calmed her and she settled to enjoy the melody. Her body relaxed as the strings of notes constantly invaded her ears in a peaceful fashion.
“Ah, I’ve seen you are finally are starting to give in Kimberly,” a voice chimed in.
Brought out of her stupor, she lifted her head off the wall her body still heavily secured. Kim felt a bit of salvia trail down her neck. A horrible thought enter her mind at the realization of drool. How long had she been out! She didn’t even realize that she had been drooling! Or that she stopped fighting! Or that the music was still going on!
Fending off again, Kim shook her repeatedly in an even more desperate fashion, praying to get the headphones off.
“Tsk, tsk, Kimberly, calm down.” The girl’s eyes immediately adjusted to the light as her blindfold was pulled off and so too her headphones. Her eyes quickly came to close view with Ronald’s, “I hope you’re ready KP,” Ronald licked, reaching for the toy and switching it too full blast, “Because we’re just getting started.”
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