The Alternative: Monty and Kim
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Chapter Four
Kim lay asleep in her bed. Moving from side to side, the pillows all around placed to help keep her now larger womb supported. Then laying on her back, legs parted, moaning, moving her hips up and down, moaning, tears streaming down her cheeks. Screaming out "MONTY! MONTY! OOOOOH! AAAAAAH! PLEASE! PLEASE! Uh...uh... Mm..." panting... not even realizing she was talking, calling out in her sleep. After some time, she'd finally rest, her body shivering, trembling... the sweet scent of her most pleasurable dream filled the room. She softly whimpered, crying... "I can't be enjoying this..." she's softly whisper. Then a smile graced her lips, tilting her head to the side, "Mmm..." biting her lower lip, more tears. This wasn't right... no...
"Aah!" she woke up with a start, her body beaded with sweat, but was it a dream-or a nightmare? She could feel the reason for her shame between her legs, through her light pink panties with the little rose bud in front. Her knees together, she hunched over, holding herself, softly crying. "Stupid body..." she softly muttered. Monty had been sleeping in the den since he could only stay so long at the lodge. He heard the moaning, the screams. His name mentioned. He smirked as he stretched out on the couch, hands behind his back, smirking, after she gave birth to the child, he'd be making scream, and beg for more... when the time came. But for now... it was off to the bathroom for some hand exercises.
Later.
Ronald was at the house, Monty, Kim's parents and the twins all in the kitchen eating what Ron had picked up from the Bueno Nacho, Kim almost ate her's but Monty placed a plate of the Mash potatoes toast and frosting in front of her, along with a glass of orange juice and a pre-natal vitamin, all organic, all high quality. She looked at the fresh smelling Breakfast Burrito that Ron was munching... her full stomach growled. She glanced up at Monty, giving him the puppy dog pout. He winced for a moment, but then gave a slight glare, telling her the only time that'll work is if he's slamming her body when night settles. She gave a disgusted look, and dropped the puppy dog pout, and just went to eating her meal he gave her. He was paying for it after all. It was seven months now... two months to go. The womb was bigger now, and she could hardly move. She had to have some of Shego's brother do substitute for her.
Monty finished his meal, cleaned his dishes and kissed Kim's lips. She froze, one of his hands were upon her cheek. Mr Possible wasn't enjoying this one bit, as he glared at the man who had defiled his daughter, demanded a wedding, and now was kissing his one and only Kimmy cub right in front of him.
"Eat up muffin, today we go ring shopping." He said, then kissing her again. Both her hands clenched as she let her soon to be husband taste her... in front of everyone. She tried not to let the tears fall, but one escaped anyways...
He exited the kitchen, leaving her feeling a little less then hungry. But upon the growl of her stomach, she'd eat up, everyone sat in silence.
Ron places his hand over Kim's. She looks up at him, obviously so scared. Like a little girl. Trembling. He took her hand and guided her back up to her room after the meal was over. It was Saturday, so no school. As soon as they got inside her room she broke down and cried, clinging to her very best friend ever, sobbing and sobbing... letting it all out. He held her. Silence... except for her weeping.
Later.
"That one looks nice...oh, look dear, it's emerald, to match those beautiful eyes of yours." Monty said, he'd dressed up in his more normal attire from before he'd become a villain. He pointed out the emerald ring, huge, well, nicely decorated though, as to avoid looking gawdy. "Um... yeah. Nice." She said, rubbing her arm, glancing at Monty shyly. This whole thing was crazy... crazy... she wished with all her heart she could just go insane, get a nice white room, and be away from all this. But no. She was far too put together, too sane. She sighed, her tears once more threatening her. Every time she stopped to think about it... Ugh... she touched her belly, suddenly she felt sick. Running to where the man pointed out the bathroom, she hit her knees on the floor, vomiting partly on the floor, then in the toilet bowl itself. Hurling up what she had for breakfast that morning that hadn't yet digested.
Later.
A night had past. She woke up, it was morning. Light came through the window of hers. She glanced at it. Her hand on her stomach without thinking of it. She still didn't feel well. She was naked and the air conditioner was on, which was nice, she felt hott.
Later.
Ron: Hey Kim, how you doing? You alright?
Kim: Looking over to see her best friend, she gave a weak smile Yeah... I'm gonna be alright. closing her eyes as she let her friend touch her face, but then, something else, as her eyes were slightly closed, she felt his lips. Without even thinking, she pushed back into the kiss, wanting more.. wanting to be free, wanting it so badly... please...
Ron: His lips upon hers... his young teen lips, upon hers, unable to hold back... just a bit longer... his hands found their way to her breast, covered by her nighty... just as there was a sudden yell from the 'door' of her room.
Monty: GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY FIONCE!! suddenly tons of monkeys come jumping out from around Monty and quickly grab Ron, some having to fight off Rufus, and are thrown out the window-luckily he's not really hurt, but now she was alone with her hubby to be, after having been caught red handed
Kim: Looking terrified and shocked at what just happened, gasping and starting to hyperventilate as she watched Monty come over to her all too coolly, like he was about to strike at any moment. And he did. His fingers together as in thought as he glared at her as he'd come near her. Then with a sneer, seething with pure anger and loathing, he back handed his bride-to-be, causing her to shed tears, and blood. She clutched her left cheek, now swollen red, he'd not harmed her once since the arranged marriage was put in place, she always worried in the back of her mind she might end up in an abusive relationship, but as nice as he was acting, she thought perhaps...she'd luck out. I... I'm sorry... Tears rolling down her cheek, she knew she shouldn't of continued the kiss with Ron, but... she couldn't help herself. He was freedom to her. Freedom out of this sick twisted life...
Monty: Held her face in his hand, squeezing it as he gave her a disgusted look If you weren't pregnant I'd make you really pay for that. Stupid wrench. If that amulet hadn't fallen on you, I would never had laid my seed inside that used toilet you call a womb. I bet you've made it into a grave yard, huh? You little filthy slut? Hm?
Kim: tears filling her already wet eyes Please... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I told you I'm sorry already. And I'm not a slut! He kissed me. And besides yourself, I've never been... she looked away, biting her lower lip, not wanting to tell this horrible man anything... not even a man... a monkey... she was marrying a monkey! She was so filled with grief, she'd think all her tears were over, but no, her face was covered in the stuff, so was the bed sheets and cover.
Monty: Taken a back, at first angry, but that last part is what surprised him. But he did remember she felt like a virgin... almost. He knew she must be lying. He knew virgin pussy, she wasn't a complete virgin when he took her. Though he wished she was. His hand, still holding her face, looking at her, forcing her to face him, then bending down, and despite her pushing him away as best she could, he placed his lips upon hers, but after some fighting, she gave in...letting the British man kiss her, his hand moving down to where Ron had placed it upon her. But this time his ape like hands, large, strong, detail oriented, started to kneed her perky doughy soft breast, playing with the nipple through the fabric, almost to prove a point as her body betrayed her as she moaned into the kiss, and pushed further in, her small soft light pink wett tongue meeting his own, the kiss deepening...her legs parting for some reason, and she found herself getting warmer, whimpering, begging him to touch her, being pregnant had made her so horny...
Kim: Tears fell as she couldn't help herself, his touch was so good, so much more experienced then Ron's... but... she loved Ron. But oh, his touch...her hips moved upward, she wanted him so badly right then, so badly... now... she'd open her eyes slightly to watch him, he was watching her too. As though entertained by all this, his large strong hand moved down over her soft small supple smooth body, moving between those legs that so graciously opened up upon their own will for him, hand had slipped under the covers, under her jammie pants and under her little pink panties, his finger rubbing hard against her flower petals, pushing against the hole he'd entered so many months before. It was wett. He'd stick his large index finger inside her, the tip of it, making her clench the clovers beside her as he kissed her, tears burning now, hardly any more left, but her body had more moisture to come forth, shuttering...
Monty: He pulled back and took out his finger carefully from where it had stabbed her, and shown her the hott wett desire of her own, and licked it right before her as she watched, panting she was, her body hott, he could take her then, but then, he'd just touched the womb and told her not to let "Ron happen" again... then with hands behind his back, he left her there, shocked, terrified, confused and horny... and she wasn't sure if she liked it or hated it...she gulped. Why was he playing these mind games with her?! Ugh! She fell back on the bed, her hands like little fists on her forehead I can't stand this! Uuuugh!!