The sequel to Silk Leashes.

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Disclaimer: Kim Possible does not belong to me.

Silk Collars

By: Myself

Affording Bondage

"Are you sure this is necessary?"

"Absolutely."

"Now, see what you've done?"

"Silence, devil woman."

Kim signed, sliding the lock into place around the two metal bracelets that now held her two pets in bondage. Even now, locked to one another, they glared at each other, and nervously Kim watched them, wondering just when they'd start fighting again and how she'd break it up this time in a manner that was cause the least damage to their surroundings.

Did she turn the hose off completely from the last time or was it still running?

"Sorry guys, but Mom's tired of coming home to a ruined house. Last time you two fought, there was mud on the walls, the furniture even on the ceiling, and that's a mystery I'm still trying to solve. Until you two learn how to live in harmony, I'm leaving you handcuffed together."

To this Shego scowled, lifting the hand that was attached to Betty's own, and causing the older woman to grunt when the action in turn lifted her own hand.

"You gotta be kidding me, why do I have to live in harmony with her?"

"I just explained the reasoning to that--"

"What if I refuse to be in contact with her?" Betty interrupted, jerking both their arms back down as she narrowed her one working eye in steeled resolve.

"No good, us three, we're going to living together for….some unknown amount of time until Ivivian gets those laws pulled. There's no way I'm going to deal with this sort of behavior till then."

Kim sighed when she saw their faces, Shego with her expression of anger and Director with her expression of discomfort, but she wouldn't change her mind on this, she was going to teach these two a lesson and she'd be damned if they didn't get along at least a little bit after this.

After all, it worked with her and Bonnie? Well, no it didn't...

But it did open Kim's eyes to her trials and she, at least, understood her fellow cheerleader a little bit better.

Now, if only it would work on these two.

"Kimberly Ann," Betty mumbled, shaking Kim from her daydreams, "What if….what if one of us has to use the restroom facilities?"

Shego quirked a brow when she heard this question, not because of the question, rather because of Director's strange expression when she asked it. Was she blushing or something?

At first Kim inwardly scowled, she hadn't thought of that, but there was no way she was letting these two out of their punishment that easy, oh no, she'd show them who was master here and who was the pet in this relationship.

"I guess…one of you will just have to turn around and close their eyes."

"You're kidding me right?"

"No, Shego, no more kidding around, no more being nice and no more destroying the house. You guys sure don't act like pets and Dad's getting a little curious. If we don't shape up, if I don't act stricter, you'll both be destroyed, do you want that?"

"Well," She began, wondering if being destroyed or having to actually behave like a 'good doggy' was worse.

"No wells, Shegaroo. After graduation, if the law isn't gone by then, we're leaving."

"Leaving to where?" Director asked.

"Somewhere other then here, in this house. You know, I can't live here forever. I'm thinking, a nice apartment somewhere…"

Director frowned slightly, thinking about the situation, but before she had time to grasp the proper solution, Shego interrupted her.

"Graduation ain't but a few days away."

"Exactly, so clean up your act!"

Watching Kim storm away, the pair sighed together.

"Another fine mess you've gotten us into, Miss Shego. This is almost as bad as the time she took us for a walk and you 'got off the leash' by mistake to chase some neighbor's dog…with plasma fire. I'm sure it didn't mean to urinate on your foot."

"Eh, that dog was asking for it," Shego snorted before growing tense, "Hey…I gotta pee."

"Ugh!"

Shego pouted, she was bored and irritated and restless and she wanted to do something fun. Unfortunately, she was attached to a pile of dead weight, and at the moment, that dead weight was reading some book, in Russian for goodness sake! The least she could have done was pick something in English so she could read it over her shoulder, but no, that was Director for you, inconsiderate and rude.

Director had to pause in her reading every so often to cast Shego a wary glance, to make sure the woman was still beside her. After all, she'd never seen Shego so quiet and not up to something devious and inappropriate, it made her slightly uncomfortable. "You know Miss Shego; if you'd just pick up a book…You might be able to occupy yourself."

"Uh huh."

"Take up a hobby or something like that," Director continued, turning a page in her book and quirking a brow, obviously immersed in the words on the page, "Something that you can enjoy doing…That doesn't involve you touching me." Betty hurriedly finished, having caught the rather devilish look Shego suddenly gave her from the corner of her eye.

"I bet Kim would cuddle," Shego coo'd, rubbing her chin.

Betty hunched over, suddenly very interested in her book, "Yes well, I am certainly not Kimberly Ann. If you want to go cuddle something, I suggest you go find her."

"Well, I know you're not Kimmie, you aren't young, slender, a super heroine who dresses in tank tops, or red haired, unless you're hiding something from me."

"Do you know what I want to do with this book right now?"

"Set it aside so we can get it on? You know, really Betty, since we're going to be stuck together anyway—OW what the hell!"

"Oh would you look at that, my entire arm slipped this book upside your head."

"Oh is that so?" Shego asked, snarling at the same time as she rubbed the assaulted area, "Well, I think my fist might slip into your face."

"Oh really? You know, I was merely playing…why do you have that look in your eyes? You know you brought this on yourself and you shouldn't hold scissors like that—AHH!"

Really, it was the noise that had attracted Kim, not the horrible feeling in her gut, just the loud screaming and banging and the annoyed look of her parents had that made her climb the stairs with her hands balled into fists. If they were fighting up here, god help them. Though, once she reached the top she hesitated, she was afraid to keep going, to peek into her room and see what state those two women were in.

But she had to, because she was the Master after all, and they were the pets, why was she so afraid to finally take charge of the situation? After all she had newspaper in her room somewhere, and a spray bottle filled with cold water, which might have been lukewarm by now…

She could totally handle the situation.

"No biggie, " She whispered to herself.

But when she peeked into her room she gulped.

"This is a biggie."

Pillows were everywhere, covers and blankets disregarded and tossed against the walls, the table was flipped over, the one without her computer on it thank goodness, the lamp lopsided and for some reason her dresser now seemed on a slant.

But it wasn't the state of her room that caused Kim to slowly turn around and look again; rather, it was the state of her companions on the sheet-less mattress of her bed.

There was half nude Shego, panting, angry but triumphant, sitting on top of a rapidly cursing in Russian Director, her pants ripped, her shirt ripped, and sporting bite mark and claw marks all over her body. Her hair was in disarray and it looked like if Shego moved her clothing would just finish the job and fall right off. Yet Director, seemed completely absent of pants, sporting the same bites and claw marks all over her as Shego, but why was her blouse halfway open?

And the most surprising thing of all seemed to be the fact that Director had her hands bondage tied above her head with her own belt beneath the smirking Shego.

"Hah! That certainly didn't work in your favor now did it? This'll teach you to hit me on the ass with this thing now won't it? Won't it?! I don't just let you tie me up for tickles and giggles, though I do sometimes giggle. I've been learning how to turn this against you!"

And that bit of information did not make Director stop cursing or thrashing about.

"Yeah that's right; oh I do love it when a girl squirms."

"Do I need to get you guys spayed or something?" Kim interrupted, looking everywhere but at the pair on the bed. Focus on the room girl, focus on the room.

Because if she didn't focus on the room, she might focus on the fact that it looked like those two might have been having some sort of bestial and wild rough se—

"Kimmie! So nice to see you!"

"Like wise, I'm sure," Kim replied, strangely calm. She'd even stopped shaking with rage and she didn't look nearly as confused as she had before. She could handle this, she'd be okay. Why, even the room didn't look as dirty anymore.

Director finally stopped cursing, and even though Kim wasn't sure what the older woman had been saying, the way she'd said them with her harsh inflection had made them sound quite vulgar.

"Kimberly Ann," Betty began, embarrassed at her current state of undress but much too angry to show it, "If you wouldn't mind, could you please tell this savage to remove herself from my person."

"Who are you callin' a savage? You know, Director, I never really fancied you as a bottom before, but after being on top of you-"

"GET OFFA ME."

Kim smacked her forehead with a silent growl, listening to the sounds of an argument build once more. Maybe bonding them together had been a bad idea, but how else would they learn to get along? Sure, they seemed to work together when something important needed to be done, but what about everyday life? These two would drive Kim crazy if she didn't think of something and something soon. She'd have to move out, she thought, watching Betty somehow roll the both of them off the mattress and onto the floor with a thud, they'd go somewhere with wide open spaces. That way, they could play as rough as they wanted to.

Then it dawned on her. That was it! Maybe they weren't getting along because Kim wasn't taking this seriously. They were here as her pets, and sure she'd gone through the motions but had she really taken any real action? She kept seeing them as humans, stick them together and maybe they'll learn to get along, but these two were counting on her to really treat them like the animals they were (even if they didn't know it). No more compromising, no more thinking about how they'd feel or how humiliating making them do something would feel. No! She was the master and they were the pets, damnit, and it was time to get that straight.

It was time for some home training.

Cracking her knuckles Kim rushed to her strangely tilted desk, ignoring the head dents and the burned edges of the desk drawer she snapped it open, revealing her weapon a choice and turning around she slowly rolled it up.

Wielding the newspaper above her head she took a deep breath and charged forward.

It was show time!

Director yawned and whimpered, wincing as she stood in the center of Kimberly's bathroom in her large tiger printed shirt. Her hair was in disarray and her eye patch was missing, so her messed hair conveniently hid her usually hidden eye and the large shirt itched against the bruises she'd got from Shego the day before, though her butt was still sore from the thrashing Kim had gave them soon after. How could something as simple as a newspaper hurt so badly when swung at the right place?

She wasn't sure however, what hurt worse in the long run. The dull ache of her spanking or the loud obnoxious and strangely sexual singing of Shego in the shower? Glaring at the shower curtain that separated her from the woman within she sneered, her feet getting wet. What was she doing in there, and why was she taking so long? Her arm was staring to cramp from stretching it into the shower so that Shego could bath properly. The least Shego could do was stop splashing the hot water all over the floor where she stood and bathe quickly.

"Miss Shego, if you don't mind, could you please stop using my hand to wash your breast?"

"Oh! This is your hand? I could have sworn it was mine!"

Betty stomped her wet feet against the ground, trying to hold back the words that wanted to escape her throat. She wouldn't let Shego get under her skin again; she was tired of being punished like a child for their fights. She was 29, an adult for goodness sake! She had better control then this! Instead, she'd fight back with her intelligence, her words. That was something Shego certainly didn't have!

Betty cleared her throat as she prepared to speak; "Miss Shego now, my skin tone is not a strange moss like green and further more--" Betty gulped then, narrowing her one working eye in confusion and growing fear, "…what…what are….."

Then she covered her face, trying to hide the growing blush that crawled across her cheeks. "Oh...Oh my goodness! I swear on Global Justice that better be a wash rag I'm touch!"

"I dunno if I should be insulted by that or not, Bottom Betty. When was the last time you felt a soft, smooth and warm washrag?"

No further words needed to be said then, Betty dove into the shower.

"AH! Haven't you ever heard of a little privacy? And what are you doing with that bar of soap?

"I'm going to clean your mouth out with it!"

Kim sat, contently, within the breakfast booth in the kitchen, leafing through the morning newspaper with purpose. Slowly, she drunk a cup of milk from one of her father's mugs, and smirked to herself. She felt like an adult already, and her father would have been so proud to see her looking so serious and business like.

Then again, when she was on her missions, she was always serious and business like.

There was a crash from upstairs and she thought she heard a scream but she frowned and shook her head when no further noise came.

Please, please, let them not be fighting.

"Hello, Kimmie-cub."

Glancing up from the newspaper she gave her father a smile, "Mornin' Dad."

"Whatcha doing there?" He asked, eyeing his daughter curiously as she smirked at him.

"Learning a bit of responsibility, I mean, besides what I've gained from the cat and dog. I'm looking for an apartment for us to live in."

"Oh? You and your pets?"

Kim slowly glanced over the edge of her newspaper then, looking at her father with a serious gaze. Did he disapprove? Or had he figured out her 'pets' weren't what they appeared to be.

"Well, so long as it isn't a man you're living with, it's okay. I'm so proud of you! You really are growing up!"

Kim released a breath she hadn't known she was holding as she watched her father walk away so that he could go to work. With her father gone her attention went back to the newspaper but she groaned in the end, looking at several prices of the apartment buildings. She couldn't afford staying there by herself if she had to do this, not on her Club Banana wage, and even then she had to buy food…and fire proof the rooms…

Reaching to her side she picked up the phone, dialing a memorized number before waiting for the other end to pick up.

"Heeeeeello!"

"Monique?"

"Hey, girlfriend! What's up? Taking me on another mission? Because, I'm going to have to decline. The last time was a little bit to much for me, you know, almost being made into a piece of clothing has that effect on you."

"No, no!" Kim said, rolling her eyes as she remembered the underground fashion incident, "Not another mission. I want to offer you a proposition."

"Oh? Spill it."

"How would you like to come live with me? I need a roommate and I can't stay in the house much longer unless I want it burned to the ground."

"Oh! Oh…oooh…I dunno, live with you and the destruction twins? I have a feeling there'd end up being huge holes in all our walls like they are at my house."

"I'm so sorry about that, Monique, but really," Kim pleaded, "Think of how fun it'd be. Sleepovers all the time! "

"Well…is Ron in on it too?" Monique asked, rather curious…

"Well, I was thinking about asking him. Do you think he'd be okay with it? He's afraid of Shego I think…"

Monique was more bewildered that Kim hadn't thought of how uncomfortable it might be for him to be in a house full of woman…you know, with Ron being a man and all. But that was Kim she supposed, not a perverted bone in that girl's body.

"Then, I'm taking Bonnie with me."

Kim gasped, spilling cold milk all over the table when she spit it out after hearing that statement.

"B-b-bonnie?! Are you serious! Why her? You're still talking to her?"

"Yes…" Monique replied slowly, "Breath girl, breath. I…like Bonnie, that isn't a problem is it?"

Kim cleared her throat and shook her head, but realizing that her best friend couldn't see the action she replied vocally, "No, no, no of course not. I'm sorry Monique, but you know how Bonnie is…to me, it was just a surprise is all. It's okay if your friends, so long as she pays her share she can live with us, I'll stomach her and be good I swear."

Monique released a small sigh, but left it at that. If Kim wanted to think that she and Bonnie were just friends, she'd let the teenage hero live in the illusion for awhile.

"Okay then, Kimmie-girl. I'll be your roommate."

"Great. I'll keep looking through the newspapers and talk to Ron. We're going to move immediately after Graduation."

"Why so soon?" Monique asked, before she winced when she heard a loud noise on the other end of the line.

Kim groaned as she watched a soaking wet Betty and a towel sporting Shego roll through the kitchen and then into the living room.

"Because I can't afford not to…."