Government Hooker – Kigo
Random tidbit of information: Martha (Hairdresser) is the only Original Character in this. *gasp*
I love screwing with your minds.~
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Chapter 4: "Attention Whore"
Shego couldn't believe her eyes there she was, her Princess, bound to a metal table with as many restraints as they could possibility attach to the girl. No, she wasn't her Princess; those days were over by a long-shot and would never come back. She had stopped being the thief's Princess the day the mercenary stopped feeling, that damnable day. Empress just smirked at the redhead, who in returned just blankly stared at the ceiling, not even bothering to waste her energy starting up any banter with her old nemesis.
Blondie also observed the restrained girl, only for a moment before turning to embrace her new owner. The redhead didn't matter to the blonde; it didn't really register to the girl why her Empress was so engrossed with the prisoner when she was standing right there. Shego just pushed the blonde away before approaching the group of vigilantes that had brought Kim in, thanking them and giving them the reward money.
Blondie's attention turned back to the redhead, she rested her forehead on the bulletproof glass that made up the walls of the cell. Her breath created a light coating of fog on the glass, which was promptly attacked with a finger, drawing a large heart. The girl giggled at her own childish-antics, before stopping when she realized the prisoner was staring at her.
The blonde raised an eyebrow at the redhead who was mouthing something at her, but the words couldn't be heard from the soundproof glass. Blondie made a motion, pointing to her ears, trying to communicate she couldn't hear the redhead. Kim finally stopped, turning her head and looking back up at the ceiling, when Shego came back over with the blonde.
"Come on, Love." Shego ordered, wrapping an arm around the girl's waist, "William should be here by now with your things."
This caused the blonde to smile; she was glad that her Empress' attention was all hers now, and the fact that she had been bought the night prior helped things along. Everything was like it should be, the blonde thought, even though she had just known her Empress for less than a few days and just one of those days personally. But time didn't matter; the two had a connection, as odd as that connection maybe it was still present and that's all that mattered.
The pair traveled upward, out of the basement, to the ground level floor of the apartment building turned new Global Justice headquarters. As Shego had predicted William was just outside the building with a small duffel bag containing the girl's clothes and other personal effects. The African American man smiled with a literal golden grin, most of his teeth had been replaced with golden ones, or most likely gold-plated ones; the man was a cheapskate.
"Iz be of m'ssin ya, Bl'ndie. Youz waz de f'nest p'ece of azz 've had in a wh'le." The man proudly stated, walking over towards the girl with open arms, only to be stopped by a punch to the face.
Shego grabbed William's shirt collar, pulling him down to her level, "You ever speak to that girl like that again and I swear to you I'll scorch your ass so bad that those whores of yours won't even have to pay for your cremation."
"Iz waz just'sa kiddin', noh needin' fur nothin' l'ke dat!" he pleaded, cradling his broken nose with one hand, and holding his other hand up in surrender.
Blondie grinned at the man before latching onto her Empress' waist, drawing the older woman's attention back to her. Shego shoved the man backwards into a couple of trashcans, picking up the girl's duffel bag, and going back into the building. The girl still had her grin plastered across her face as she took one final look at the man, only to become puzzled as a young boy lay where William should have been. Blondie was about to question the sight but decided against it, the boy had waddled away to who knows where anyhow. The pair now entered the elevator that would take them down to the restricted floor that housed Shego's penthouse along with the rest of the underground headquarters.
From the outside, the building looked to be like any other in the vicinity but unbeknownst to the civilians it was the new Global Justice Headquarters. The building's basement was expanded to make a home for Shego while the rest of the headquarters were placed in underground bunkers throughout the city connected by tunnels. With this placement and long webs of tunnels it would make it hard to completely destroy or overtake the base.
Also with this design it made it hard for anyone to get out of the base that had little prior knowledge of it. Shego had planned ahead with that one, after becoming stressed that one day Kim Possible might actually escape if she was ever to have been captured. But now the stress had returned, if Kim was to get loose, the redhead escaping would be the least of the mercenary's worries.
Yet once again thinking ahead, Shego ordered for Kim to be on an hourly dosage of sedatives to keep the hero doped up enough to disorientate her. Anne had volunteered to personally oversee her daughter's welfare, which the thief did not object to. If Dr. Possible was to try and free her daughter one of the guards would shoot her in a heartbeat; cruel yet effective in Shego's mind.
The mercenary had not decided what she would do to the teen hero, killing her would be much too easy. Although to keep her alive was putting all New Global Justice members in jeopardy, once again bring up the point of her getting loose. It was maddening, to the point of the mercenary going down to the cell that held the redhead and pacing; trying to talk herself into going through with it.
~i~
Empress seems to be stressed; I don't like seeing her like this, ever since that damnable redhead was brought in. What is her name? Oh, Kim Possible or something, who ever she is, she needs to leave already. She's been cutting into my time with my Mistress for god's sake.
Wait, I remember her now, she was always on the news, saving the world or shaking her ass as a cheerleader. Oh, dat ass, mine's better though, Mistress says so, so it must be true. Although I don't like the fact that Empress knows what the redhead's ass looks like, but doesn't matter I guess; she's mine and mine only.
I don't understand why she keeps the redhead on all those medications, is she a crack-head and this is some sort of a rehab? I wonder what Mistress would do if Kim was to magically happen to overdose, probably nothing, what's the worst that could happen anyways? Besides, I think that the girl is crazy, she acts madder than a hatter at times.
Always mouthing things to me, even though she knows damn well that the glass is soundproof, or trying to get me to come into the cell with her. How stupid does she think that I am? I know that I'm just a prostitute but still, I'm not ignorant, none at all. I'm becoming quite offended by this nonsense; if she doesn't stop I'm going to get rid of her.
~I~
Will Du stood positioned at the door of Kim Possible's cell, he held a automatic weapon loaded with the specially designed plasma-reactive bullets. He had finally been released by Anne to go back to work a few hours ago, after being held three days extra for reasons still unknown to him. He surveyed the security cameras and Kim's immediate family that was randomly placed throughout the concrete room.
The Tweebs were just standing there staring at the redhead contained in the bullet-proof cell, with a look of indifference on their faces. Mr. Possible seemed to be too involved in this work to even pay Kim any mind, his eyes fixed on the portable tablet in his hands. Monique was present as well, but just like Mr. Possible, she had other interests on her mind, preferably Donald, the CrewlGuard that had originally informed Shego of Kim's capture.
Will was baffled by the family's actions; you would think they would have more concern for Kim's wellbeing. He wasn't allowed time to think before Anne approached him, motioning to open the cell door; it was time for Kim's hourly sedative. He opened and closed the door after Mrs. Possible had made her way into the cell; Will now turned around and observed the doctor, ready to fire if she tried anything.
Anne just stood there staring at the young woman that was supposed to be her daughter, but she knew better. There was no way that girl was her, of course, but this is how it had to be. Besides at least now with the loss of the girl everything could fall into place, it was all for the greater good of the world.
What was the cost of one life lost for millions for others to be spared? Was that even something she could judge? No, she had never judged people before, why start now? Especially judging yourself for something that you didn't come up with, but she is a part of this scheme. Did that make her a devil, or a saint?
She shook the thoughts out of her head, her mind needed to be clear; to mess this up would be the end of her. Placing the needle into the girl's skin, the doctor's own skin shivered with regret, the girl started to convulse, her hands pulling at the restraints that bound her to the metal table. Anne's eyes shot open wide with shock, something was wrong, this drug was supposed to be painless.
The doctor's attention turned to the vial of medicine she had just filled the syringe with, it wasn't the correct medication. This wasn't the sedative; it was the same drug that was used when executing prisoners. Anne knew she had wasted too much time already, it was too late to try and save the girl now; but not late enough to get what information she needed.
~I~
Her nails are sharp, my back is going to have gashes all over it, not that I mind though, isn't like it will just heal itself in a matter of hours. I kind of wish I could control my healing, at least then I could keep these scratches or have a love bite to show off. Oh listen to me, I sound like a horny teenage boy trying to find proof to show my friends what I've been up to.
I don't need proof though; my Crewlguards get an earful of her moans every time my bedroom door closes. I wonder how far those cries of passion carry. The tunnels are built so that sound travels quite easily, so I could guess that the majority of the base can hear.
These are the moments I've grown to love over the past week; it's amazing my life could change so drastically. It's not the sex that I'm talking about, no; it's this girl, just to see her happy brings a smile to my face. My bliss is just watching her, to know that she's content with herself and her surroundings.
I'm a bitch though, well of course I am, but seriously, I'm a literal bitch, I'm at her mercy. If that girl says jump I don't even ask 'How High', I already know what she wants and it seems to be me. I still don't understand the girl, why the hell she actually puts up with me escapes my mind.
But I don't know what has gotten into Blondie, she's becoming so damn clingy all the time; it's becoming unbearable almost. Then again I'm not really used to having anyone around, being alone for the majority of my years and then all at once having someone that actually wants to be around me isn't easy to get used to. Hopefully I can wear her out enough this time to have a few hours of peace, she's a nymphomaniac, I swear; I didn't think I would ever meet someone that is as insatiable as I.
~i~
Shego was out of breath, panting as she finally rolled off Blondie, the girl was hardly even phased from the hours of mind numbing sex. The blonde sat up, predatorily staring at her mistress, who seemed to be on the verge of passing out. With a swift move the girl was now hovering over the older woman, wedging her knee in between the mercenary's legs.
Empress let out a sigh of defeat before relaxing down into the bed, she knew there was no fighting it; Blondie would get what she wanted eventually. The girl lunged at Shego's neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh, the thief let out a small gasp, arching her back in response. Blondie's right hand began to caress the thief's side, the other snaking its way to join the girl's knee.
Both females' heads shot to the door as it was forced open, Donald and Will Du entering the room with a distressed look on their faces. Shego didn't even pause as she threw Blondie off her and charged the boys, chasing them out of the room while shooting plasma balls at the duo. Blondie sat on the bed; she was becoming used to this type of thing, ever since that damnable Possible was brought in.
The girl looked up to see Anne standing in the doorway looking to be aggravated with something, her hand bandaged up from what looked to be a recent injury. Dr. Possible crossed the bedroom, stopping to grab a robe that was lying on the floor, giving it to Blondie to cover up with. The doctor stood before the edge of the bed, before furrowing her eyebrows in thought.
"Can I help you, Miss-?" the blonde inquired, she was puzzled to why this woman would just freely enter her Mistress' bedroom like such.
Anne just silently chuckled to herself, "You really have no clue who I am do you?"
"You're the doctor that keeps that Kim girl doped up on a regular basis, and your Empress' advisor at times." The girl replied in a matter-of-factly tone.
This caused the doctor's chuckle to disappear, her brows furrowing even more apparently trying to decide on something before finally speaking, "You're right, and I have some news that may make your day."
The girl looked at the doctor, raising her eyebrows in anticipation, "Kim Possible is dead."
"The fuck?" was the response that came from the direction of the doorway where a still nude Shego stood wide eyed.
~I~
Dammit! How did I mix those vials up? I could have sworn that this was a sedative, have I lost my mind? No I haven't, there's no possible way that this mix-up is my fault; I always keep the poisons locked up tight. Someone switched these on me; I'm a trained professional and cannot make mistakes like this, besides when I restocked my medical cart last night I know I…
There's no time for me to wonder, "Kimmie! Tell me now!"
The redhead just looked at me with a pain filled glare, "She… said to say…"
I shook the girl when she paused, unprofessional I know, but it did make her continue, "She told me to tell you…"
"Tell me what?" I shook the girl harder only to have her go limp in my hands, I gritted my teeth in anger, stumbling over to one of the cell walls, punching it as hard as I could; a knuckle cracked.
~i~
Oh noes, Kim's dead; and the hell was Anne talking about?
Who killed Kim?
Was it Blondie? Or was it Anne?
Why won't I write a complete sex scene?
Did you catch the detail about William?
Will there ever be 'Official Kigo'?
What did I mean by that?
Why didn't anyone care about Kim?
Is Donald hot? Monique thinks so.
For what reason do I have to ask you these questions?
Just cus I can. 3
Darkshadow-lord: I don't care for the clone thing... Just to say. :3
dmnchld1029: Thank you for catching those mistakes, but no one's perfect X3
I have no clue why Anne would think Will as meddlesome, I guess we'll just have to find out.
Shego showing apathy? Really? I never would have thought XD
lilbit1016 Ah judging from the winking face I suppose you were thinking of some sort of a sexual torture for our favorite redhead... But its too late for that now.