Chapter 2: The Battle of the Underworld
Black, then white were all she saw, red and yellow then came to be, letting her see. Her vision was still blurry but she was in a hospital. That much she could tell, but then she blacked out again, before she could get her hands around Ron's throat. He shouldn't have taken her to a hospital, but then again she wasn't sure what was going on either. She felt as if she was on fire, worse than anything she had ever felt; an inferno! Why now? Did her last bounty have a back up plan or was it something else. For some reason she was reminded of the days past. When she would save the world for free, and the people that thanked her for it. She was reminded that a lot of the ex-super villains that operated back then, played these sorts of games with her. As if it was a joke, a tv show, when what happens next episode, or after the commercial break, would decide a future fate. She hated the idea, and made a mental note to kill Ron after she figures out what the hell was going on.
"Damn, damn, damn!" Drakken paced his little labratory screaming curses and vulgar profolific ideas of mothers and fuckers. The sun had no power here, as he paced in near darkness. The sun did, however, power almost all his equipment, with a good nuclear engine running in the depths of the island he inhabited. Whilst pacing he happened to hear Shego waking from her little "nap". An evil grin a rose from his face remembering the events that took place last night. "Ah such pity, for poor shego," he said chuckling softly, "but now to the matter at hand." He was quite worried about the new nano bots he put in Kim, he had forgotten a very important component: the controller. "Damn, without that, she'll DO anything! Anything except what I say and what I want her to do!" It might be useless but he did remember to put the Instinct Adaptor to a very high level. "I suppose this could be fun, if only I could watch. Oh for the love of Benji!" Kicking himself he looked up to see something he'd never seen. A shego, her hair, wild, uncurled, a whiff of sweat and semen, mixed with vaginal fluids wafted to his nose, making him "rise" just a tad. She was wrapped, with his blankets, from his room. This was indeed a day to remember.
"Oh poor Drakken. What to do? Well at least you still have," she paused and noticed some sweat on her fingers, pulling them into her mouth, deep, and slowly pulling them out, "free time." She knew what she was doing, she didn't care about the nano bots or anything else. She loved him, that's right, love. She may be his second, but throughout the years, of hate, and revenge, the times they shared together...Friendship turned to desire, to lust, to passion. Last night, she fufilled that passion, lust, desire. She remembered it quite clearly, through the haze that was her memory...
"That's just great, so now what the fuck do these things do?" He just smiled. He reached for a controller on his desk and turned the knob from one to ten. Immediately the little nano-bots began to over throw the original RNA and DNA structure inside Shego, reinstating different RNA and DNA making her suitable for the "things" to come. She bent over, gasping for air; the new cells and information zooming as her heart raced, collecting and dropping off new bits of intelligence to different sides of the brain. Suddenly she arched her back, and felt that tingly sensation, the one, the one you receive when you KNOW what you WANT.
"I've just increased your emotions, bringing out the ones you hide, digging in your deepest fears, highest pedastal of happiness, and swimming through your anger. I'm bringing forward the most instinctual behaviors, and I'M controlling them." Turning around he set down the remote into a very heavy container and pushed a button to lock it away. "But for now, let's see how you deal with the new nano-bots." She had no fucking idea what to do! She could feel something brewing in all of her emotions, but she still stood on both of her feet. Slightly queasy she just looked up to Drakken, a sparkle of something in her eyes. Stomping forward, she grabbed Drakken by his collar and lifted him from the ground.
"You...I...I..." Putting him down on his feet, she moved forward and kissed him full on the lips. She pulled away, her black lips a tint of pink on the top, and said, "I...I love you, D-Drakken." His eyes, dark with the destruction and the realization of the full control over her made him sweat. He has come close to dominiation of the world but, this was another thing. This was another development in his life. He could control her to do his bidding, but for the first time, he didn't want to. He wanted her to go the course of her feelings. Her inhibitions free, he held her by the shoulders and pulled her into a deep hug. At first she was a little cautious about this development, but with her feelings cast to the wind of life, she held him back, and he wept. He cried, he was in shame and shock, shock that someone so beautiful could love a beast.
"Shego, I-I-I feel so ashamed! I had to do all this to get you to, reveal yourself, when all I had to do was admit my feelings!" He fell to his knees still wrapped in her arms. Shushing him lightly Shego lifted his head from her breast.
"Oh, Drakken, you are a scientist, and a good man. You have freed me from my emotional prison. Without you, I would not realize these new feelings. I hate it, I hated the fact of feeling for you but not having the courage to do so, and act out." She embraced him for who he was, and they looked eye to eye. The moonlight lit the center of their embrace and they became one. Kissing her with all his love, Drakken picked her up by her waist and laid her on his lab table. "Oh, Drakken." They made love that night, and throughout the old castle, on the mysterious island, sounds of moans of pleasure and shrieks of joy could be heard for miles. Their bodies entwined upon his lab table, it seemed that the passion went on forever, without end. Until the morning after...
It seems she was in some sort of dream-state, and she was floating in a great, white room. "Oh, great, purgatory."
"I'm afraid not. This is a little space for you and I to...chat a bit, on your progress." Turning around quickly, Kim just jaw dropped and nearly fainted. There, in the middle of this place, was Drakken. Not the Drakken she remembered, the new and Improved Drakken. He was at least six and half feet high, with much more muscle but grey hairs left and right. She wasn't sure just how to handle this. "I'm sure you are quite confused. You thought I was away forever, you thought this was all behind you, well I assure you," Drakken said, leaning in, with this incessantly evil grin on his face, "I'm back."
"OH SHIT!" Kim woke with a start, nearly ramming her head into her mothers. Sighing slowly, she lay back down, only to discover that it was quite drenched in her sweat. Mrs. Possible, rang for the doctor and the Nurse. "Agh, where, what..?"
"It's allright Kimmy, you're safe now." Mrs. Possible held her tightly, before, she let the doctors examine her. "Is she going to be okay? She seems fine." The doctor turned to the family and started to explain her condition.
"Well she is actually a lot better now than I remember her. She's fine, physically, mentally, well, you never liked going down that road after.." He coughed, "well anyway, you're free to go. It seems the worst is over."
"But," protested Kim, "What happened to me?"
"We aren't sure yet, but after doing some standard blood testing, it seems you just had a sudden estrogen surge in your system. It can happen to a lot of us; happens to guys if they see a female they like, but for you, it's a little much. Much higher, and we found something else."
"Is it bad?" Asked Mrs. Possible.
"Well, not really, but you should watch your diet. Your Iron is pretty high. But based on the rest of the results it should be in average level. We can't figure it out, but we don't want to detain you without your permission. I'm sure you have much to do, and, well, Ron is out in the waiting room. Best not to keep him waiting." The doctor turned around, but Kim could just hear him smiling. It was almost as if he beamed, the whole town had now heard that they were somewhat a couple. Everyone in town also wanted them married. Kim just sighed, and pulled the IV out of her arm, and unsteadily walked toward the door. Things seemed to be moving slowly but steadily in a direction she neither liked nor went to peacefully. Creeping out of the door she seemed to have somewhat more control of her body, but there was a rise in her instinct. She knew all this but kept it to herself. The halls were long, the nurses both silent and obedient; she was reminded of Nuns and the undead of this place. Unsettling for herself, she walked on, arms crossed and breathing shallow. Ron sat just down the hall. He was asleep, it seemed she was out for a very long time, perhaps too long for him to handle awake. Smiling to herself she sat slowly next to him and stroked his cheek, he moved slightly, and her name grazed his lips as he turned more toward her, still asleep. She couldn't imagine the worry and hurt she put him through, just to earn a few thousand.
It wasn't her fault, well not completely. Ever since...She didn't want to think about it, but if she wanted to see this thing through...Perhaps I should...rethink what happened. I mean, it was a harsh battle, a dirty battle. God, I wish I knew what to do... Sitting back in her chair, she slumped down and rested her hands behind her head and thought back, back into the now distant past. When times were easier, and the dangers of Drakken and Senor Junior were most of her worries. But that was before, that was before the events that took place, long, long ago.
The year? She could hardly remember. The day? There were so many. The weather? Rain, that's what she did remember, what little rain that came through Middleton; but when it did, it poured. She was soaked with the sweat from the mission, a distraction, a small earthquake in the South Pacific caused a ruckus, she managed to save a few lives along with the national help of the Phillapines. She couldn't remember anything, but, at that time, when she walked through her front door, only did the shock of the color red seem to penetrate her memory as a knife to the heart. Written in blood, a small message: Your End is Nigh. Mom, Dad, the Twins...all were gone, what was left was the DNA remainder. For the first time in years, she was unsure as to what path she had to take. First, this was a REAL crime-scene, she needed to report this, calling 9-1-1, her voice shook, but the police were there in minutes. She worked day and night, with police, the government; no traces were left except a single strand of jet black hair.
Using her rage as a temporary replacement for instinct, she knew only one person with hair that black, that long, and with a radiation green strand. She up and left Middleton, and took a small, radar-free jet and headed for the new island Drakken had lived in the last couple of years. There was no Kimmie, or KP in this small jet craft, Kimberly-Anne Possible was filled with a rage matchable to only those who worked on the side of evil. Switching to auto-pilot, she set the course to a small airfield just north of Drakken's Island. Puttin on her pack and parachute she jumped, a low 20,000 feet and dived toward the island at speeds half as fast as the speed of sound. It's been years since she felt the adrenaline pump through her veins, but she was unfocused and released her chute. She was blinded by her rage she failed to notice the anti-air missles coming right for her. She was slow, but managed a small dart pistol and attached small explosives to the ends. WIth careful aim and extended training, she managed to take out the remaining missles and released her chute from her pack about twenty feet from the ground. Once on the ground she moved swiftly toward the center of the island, keeping her eye out for anymore traps.
Finding nothing she continued toward a cave with two guards at the entrance. Funny She thought to herself These aren't Drakken's goons, they look like... She had no time to finish her thoughts, one of the flunkies spotted her and she took them both out with little effort. Walking up to the door she searched for a switch. Finding none, she opened her pack and placed a small amount of C4 on the door and set the timer. With a small but audible bang, she was through the door. It wasn't long before she came upon a large room. She could hear somebody being beaten. Sneaking into a small ventilation shaft she crawled her way above the large room only to decrease her rage, and increase her despair.
For below her, Drakken had acquired a whip, and was, one by one, beating her family. "I've always wanted to do this! I appreciate your efforts in trying not to scream but that only makes me want to hit you more!" Drakken coiled up the whip, and reached for the spiked paddles. "Now, with feeling!" He said, grinning ear to ear, he smacked her mother in the ass. The smack could be heard all over, echoeing throughout the halls and labratories. Kimberly's mother bit her lip so hard she drew her own blood. "Oh, come now, and speaking of coming..." He quickly sent the guards away and moved closer to her mother. She was strapped to the wall breastward, and her back was red with blood and whip marks. Shivering a bit, Kim's mother looked to her right at her husband and two boys, both completely passed out from the pain. But she endured; as most people would find that good, this was unfortunate for her. "Now, tell me Mrs. Possible," he leaned in closer to her, nearly lip to lip, "how would you like to be penetrated?"
Mrs. Possible was wide-eyed with shock. "You have two choices, I do it here and now, and wake the boys to watch or, I remove them from this chamber and we go at it all night." Seemingly an easy decision, well, as easy as it would get, she chose the latter. "Now think Mrs. Possibitch! If I remove them, I will fuck you without a condom, and cum in every open orfice on your body, or they stay and watch a good old fashioned fuck, but I will be a gentleman and cover my stump before I hump. The choice is yours, you have thirty seconds." This was just too much for Kim, she could hardly speak. If she went down now, she just might-
"O-o-kay, just let them leave the room! I don't want them to be subjected to this horrifying place." Kim was a bit in shock to hear her mother like that. What is she thinking? Just as Kim was going to jump down and kick Drakken's ass, she realized she was stuck in the shaft. This wasn't a good time at all, stretching and pushing she managed to at least have her gun in front of her. The boys were wheeled out, and Kim's mother was bent over. ass in the air, and pussy wet with precum. "Can we please just get this over with!"
"Ah, ah, ah! I need to hear some dirty talk before I can fully appreciate the lust that has filled my HEAD with pleasure." Sitting down in a chair across the room, he unzipped his fly and let out the blue monster. It was thick, at least three inches in circumfrence, and long, at least seven inches, and flopping like a rish out of water. "Now, TALK. BEG FOR IT." He waltzed over and smacked her ass. "My haven't we been keeping our bodies in shape, the ass is so, so, peach." Slapping her ass a second time, Mrs. Possible moaned, and precum dripped down slowly, as if she was anticipating him to fuck her. "It must have taken a long time to get this body back in shape. Say, two, three years?"
"Quit beating around the bush! What the hell do you want? Money? World Domination? Power?" Kim could hear the desperation in her mothers voice, but althought it was faint, she could hear an almost lust-like quality. Drakken paused, smiled ear to ear and turned around.
"Power? Money? Ha...Ha...AH HA HA HA HA!" Bursting into a ridiculous laugh he turned back on his prisoner. "Those things are the easiest to gain, Prisoner Possible, what do I want more than anything, more than power, more than all the money of the world?" He pointed to a high balcony where several other super and non-supervillains sat, and to another, and back down at a camera. "REVENGE." He paced to the camera and adjusted the lens to a wider angle, all the while continuing his conversation, "I vowed revenge on Dr. James Possible, to prove my worth as a robotics engineer, and I have failed. I vowed revenge on that impudent daughter of yours," Kim smiled just a bit, "and every last time she wins against my genius! And now I vow revenge to any and all related members of the Predictable, Puny, Positively Peerless family members of the Possible family tree!! Not that I'm being pessimistic about my own defeat, but every god damn time I am turned out to be a loser, a nobody." Drakken became sulky, almost self-reflective," But not anymore my Dr. P., for today, I get revenge through," turning one hundred and eighty degrees towards her, "you."
"Me? What crack-pot idea have you got in that insane skull of yours Drah-ah-ah-ahken." Drakken had inserted two fingers into Mrs. Possibles now dripping pussy.
"Ah, not crack-pot, you see, I believe the greatest weapon I have against my enemy is you! The funny thing is you know exactly what I'm talking about, don't you dare fucking deny it!" Kim was confused, but as always, Drakken continued to ellaborate his plans. "I have been watching you Dr. Wet Pussy," he continued to finger her, and she moaned, her hair a little matted and messy from the beating she had received, "and oh god do you have a secret."
"I do-doh-don't kn-kn-know what you're t-talking about!" She tried to will away the pleasure but it has been years since James touched her like this. And now she's missing out on his fingers for a man that probably planned to kill her thereafter she defiled her womanhood with his big, long...Oh god she was actually...
"You want it." The room grew quite silent, and Kim held her breath. "Don't deny it any further, I've gained access to as much personal data on you I can find. You're nothing but a background character of everyone else's life. Hell, you don't even have a personal name! Dr.P is the closest you've ever gotten in this show!" Kim, now even more confused, listened intensely. "You long for mystery, excitement,"he leaned in nice and close, "Romance?" He promptly put a third in her peach, and she moaned aloud, the supervillains laughing intently, some of the men, pitching tents. "You're sick of the goody-goody two shoes your daughter has become, sick of being the background character, in fact, the thought of being BAD, turns you on, doesn't it?" He leaned in close to her face, removing his fingers from her delicate puma of flesh and fur.
"Y-you're wron-" Before she could even finish he broke out a single ass-beating board and smacked her ass with it. Moaning aloud she made the halls echo with a pleasure-filled cry. "W-wuh-wuh-r..." He smacked her again and again, harder each time, her ass nearly blistering with pain, but through it all, she became wetter and wetter, soon the paddle was drenched in her panther juice. She had never felt this much pleasure from pain, she had longed for something different in her life, something more, but it was always with her husband, James Possible. But whenever she tried to change anything, gang-bang clubs, whips, chains, anal, he just continued with the same, monotonous the-man-is-on-top missionary position. Is THIS the sign she was looking for? "..."
"What's that? Speak up darling!" He hit her once more and that drove her over the edge, she yelled louder than Drakken expected. This was a woman with needs.
"YES! ALRIGHT I ADMIT IT!" Drakken drew back, but smiled as he did so. "I can't go on with my life as a lie! My body has needs James!" Her husband was out of the room, but it was believed that she broke so, perhaps, he did hear it. "When I was younger, before I met you, I-I had provocative tendancies. In school I was a geek, a nerd, a female nerd, but in secrect I was a Sexy Lovable Uncontrollable Teasing little whore! The bookstores, the glory holes; I was unstoppable. My parents noticed my odd behavior and tried to stop it but I just wouldn't listen, until I saw James. He was sexy, but smart, he had respect from everyone, strong, smart, a real genius, and I wanted to be with him. I tried, but he didn't want anything to do with a 'College Slut' like me. And that broke me, for once, that sentance from him changed me. I stopped my veracious behavior, dropped out of my college and studied to be an undergraduate, I wanted to understand what makes humans act out the way they do, and took up Neurosurgery. I graduated fairly young at Caimbridge, and didn't meet James until several years later. He didn't recognize me, and I put it all in my past." She panted, and took deep breaths. In the process of her talking, Drakken had released her chains and replaced the cold steel bench with a warm bed. She had crawled on, and was stroking herself in long strides, and Drakken undressed.
Kim just took all of this in, and it resided in her mind. There was nothing more she could do for her mother, her resolve was final. Slipping and pushing she finally was loose of her trapped self. Apparently her pants were caught on a loose screw in the shaft, and she had to move back in order to go forward. Looking back on her mother, she could only sigh and continued on, determined to save the rest of her family before any other "mistakes" could be made.
Finally! I've finished this chapter! What will happen? Will Kim be able to save the rest of her family? What is going to happen to Dr. P? Will her name be revealed? Ever?! Find out in the next chapter of: HEAT FOR REVENGE!