Chapter 4: Equalibirium
By Jonathan Hiestand A.K.A. Webreever
The car door slammed behind her, and she nearly jumped up into the air. With bags and a couple boxes in her arms, she walked to the front of the house, and stared at it. Annoyed sarcastic anger; that's how she looked at it, but she sighed and continued on into the house, regardless of how she felt. It was quaint and spacey, there were some bluish colored clear tubes that ran to the TV, Kitchen, and Bathroom, and all she could think of was Rufus. He had gotten older, but was still filled with spirit and that's probably why she liked him. Following the directions of Rons' hands on the corners of her eyeballs, KP entered the only bedroom in the house. She felt like they could have been here, together, had things turned out differently, but things hadn't, and she knew this. It was darker last time she was here, and she was sober this time, so she saw that the room was actually taken care of. A queen size, a walk-in closet, and a large bathroom with a jacquzi of course, but it was still quaint, as if anyone could walk in and he would call them family.
"Uh, KP?" She just realized that she had put her stuff down and was quietly laying on the bed. "I may be a good friend and all, but please put your things away before you rest. I have some work to do, so uh, this is the bed-" before he could finish she had her arms around him. She didn't care, she was just glad to be with him again. After so long...
"I love you, Ron." She waited but there was no response, looking up, she saw his solemn and deep face. He was attempting to not say it. "I know, about the past, but things-"
"Things are different for now, but they'll get better, then worse, and then you'll leave, just like...just like last time." He turned from her, memories rushing around him, holding the tears behind. "I have work to do." He opened the door, and left, closing the door with not quite such a loud bang but with enough force to show that he was not happy. Could anyone blame him? She asked herself, moving toward the four boxes she managed to get in one trip. With all that happened, and has happened, I guess I would be the same. But...I don't think he knows the full story. I never did tell him the finer details around the twins, or my dad, or mom...All he knew was that something tragic had happened and that was why I couldn't let Drakken go so easily. She would never tell him, never, it was forbidden to exit her mouth. If she told him..."That's not going to happen," she told the ceiling above her bed, "he doesn't need to know. Besides, I'll work something out I just..." She blushed slightly, and in an instantaneous moment, her hand, shaking slightly, moved toward her pants. The air became thick, and her body grew weak, she knew something was wrong, but every time she tried to get up, her hands swung back around, her left attacking her chest, ripping her clothes from her chest. Her mouth was the only thing that worked, and all she could do was scream. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" Her fingers, delicate and pink, found the buttons on her polo shirt and ripped both her coat and shirt off. Her left, swiftly dived under her bra and began to touch her. At first it was light, and soothing almost, but when she least expected it, her hand vicously twisted her nipple, making her scream out in pain. The undying pleasure through pain, this was hers, she was sort of a masachist, but she didn't like the slicing aspect of it. Mostly bruising and hitting, nothing too extreme; so she became wet and arced her back, allowing her right hand to slide under her brown khaki's, pass her smooth, trimmed bush, and covered her hand over her wet, slick womanhood. Her clitoris, small, yet intensely sensitive, shuddered as her hand brushed it. She shuddered herself; whatever was going on, it was both creepy and yet sensual. She had no control over her arms, she could definetly feel that, but her legs, torso, and head were still within moving range.
With all of her might she first tried to cross her legs, to keep her right hand away from that area. Unfortunately, her hand was already there and that just made things worse, as she accidentally forced her finger into her vagina. Slightly squealing, her finger pulsed a bit and began to finger-fuck her. She immediately released her legs, although that didn't stop her hand from enjoying itself. It continued, and went deeper. Kim moaned deep and swung her legs up to the left of the bed, making her sit upright. Her right and left continued their playing, but all she could do was get herself up and rammed herself through the door. Ron was just across the hallway, peering into a small set of papers and mail that resembled bills. He, of course, just stared as Kim had her pants down to her knees, and her right hand in her panties, doing something, devious. He really didn't do much till Kim tried to talk.
"D-don't just stare! Help!" Kim slowly stepped forward, nearly tripping on her khaki's, pulling them off with her own feet. Ron wore a blank face as if she had done this before. "RON! Please, I-I can't control it, my hands, they-"
"Very funny, Kim. I'm not doing this again. You just need some sleep and-" That's when it hit him. The strange dart that hit her the other day. Could this be some weird reaction? If so, why couldn't the doctors detect it? Whatever this was, Kim showed only a look of absolute sorrow. She didn't want this, her cheeks were red with embarrasment, her body shook as she tried to resist the movements that made her do inappropriate things. "O-okay! Hold on let me go get some rope, there's some in the basement." She only nodded, exhausted from the finger fucking session her right hand was giving her. Her left hand quickly changed styles and slipped around her back.
"Aw, fuck..."She knew what was to happen. In slipped two fingers, her little asshole tried to resist but to no avail, it made here even hornier. "Aw, hurry up Ron!" Jumping down the stairs, six at a time, he reached the basement floor and gathered some heavy climbing rope. Thinking back, he could remember the older days...But there was not time to ponder the older days, he ran up the stairs, two at a time, and found Kim, passed out on the floor. Her arms twitching, her pants and undies half down, her shirt in a wreck; she looked miserable. Taking the rope, he tied her arms and legs to the post of each bed. Her clothes were still packed and the old ones were ripped, so he covered her with a blanket, and left her, to rest.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SUCCESS!" Draken did a little happy dance and kissed Shego on the lips. "My research is a success, and I have you to thank!"
"I didn't do anything! Well..."Shego blushed and walked over to Drakken, laying her arms over his shoulders gently. Taking one hand he stroked his face with the back of her hand. "I suppose I did...SOMETHING..." Taking his left ear in one hand she gave it a lick. He shuddered slightly and took her hands in his. "What now?"
Giggling a little, he held her, firmly. "Now," he said, chuckling menacingly, "now, becomes Phase Two. Shego, we still have the numbers for THE UNDERGROUND?" She stepped back a bit and nodded slowly. "Excellent, bring forth the super villains of the world. We, are putting on a show. I will reunite with Dr. Possible, and Shego?" She didn't like the way this was going. "Make sure we have the Island of Vengeance secured. No guards this time, we're going all out. I'll gather the required infared and thermal technology required for the guns, you, well, you do what you do best. Convince or coerce them to come." He stepped away and went to a large vault.
"Get me Senior Senior and Senior Junior to start. Only they have the funds to create this elaborate recreation of my vengeance."
END OF CHAPTER 4: EQUILIBRIUM! I APOLOGIZE FOR CUTTING THIS CHAPTER SHORT, BUT IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN PAYING ATTENTION, MY LIFE HAS BEEN VERY BUSY. CHAPTER 5 IS UNDERWAY...
