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Harlots Hidden in Lychees
By: Imyoshi
Bonnie Rockwaller glared blankly at the tile wall.
Blistering water showered over her naked frame, with the showerhead pulsating at full blast. She stood there like a statue. Middleton High's communal bathroom used to be her favorite place to unwind after a stressful day of cheer practice or nail-biting game that they barely won. She used to love it. Used to count the minutes for that steamy water, except now she used it as an opportunity to hide. Cheer practice ended hours ago—only the janitors remained at the school—and she refused to walk those empty hallways.
Ever since her rival vanished, alongside the steady drum of the rumor mill working its magic, things flipped. Victory! Glorious, top of the food chain triumphantly stood before her, and she had snatched it away from the jaws of opportunity, but the passing days soon turned that sweet, savory flavor into something sour. Without K—without her rival—nothing mattered. Cheer captain? It meant nothing anymore.
Things only got worse. Not better. Never that.
Bonnie missed her rival.
Not missed-missed in the traditional sense. Who missed Mrs. Perfect? Corny feelings? Ew! Gross. No, Bonnie missed the thrill, the competitive streak of having an equal. Ruling the school with an iron fist lost its appeal without a challenger to battle brawn, brains, and beauty. No one else got her blood boiling enough to care. The other cheerleaders? Ha. Funny. No, no, Bonnie missed Kimmie for one reason and one reason only.
She was bored.
Bonnie Rockwaller—undisputed Queen Bee of Middleton High, sitter at the exclusive Senior Table, head of the unarguable Food Chain, upholder of The Rules—was undeniably, unquestionably, and unfathomably bored. B-O-R-E-D! Augh! Boredom reared its cheap, tacky, so last season head, to taunt her like some lame afterschool special.
Humph!
That deserved two rolls of her eyes and flicking of her flawless hair. Laughable, like the captain of the Chess Club dating a hottie-hot cheerleader type of comedy, yet Bonnie found herself not laughing. She just glared at the stainless tile, mumbling nonsensical things in the steam-filled room. The water gradually cooled from its collective steaminess to a lukewarm afterglow, and her nipples stiffened in their soapy-studded glory. Whatever! Feelings were for losers. Hugging the underside of her generous chest, Bonnie sighed underneath the showerhead, not hearing the locker room door opening until a slight fit of giggling caught her attention. Turning so fast almost had her foot slipping on the slippery tiles, but she managed, only to fall flat on her spacious rear upon seeing the creep peeping on her in the shower.
"Kim? K?"
No. No freaking la-la way. Someone needed to call nine-one-one on the four-one-one because her eyes had to be playing tricks on her. K stood before her. No. She did not fall off the top of the pyramid and suffer a concussion during cheer practice. Double no! There was no soap in her eyes, but she rubbed them, anyway, because, hello, earth to Pointdexter, Bonnie Rockwaller could not believe her own perfectly sculptured, eyebrow plucked eyes. Ever so stumblingly, Bonnie got to her bruised feet and laid her palms flat against the tiled, soapy fall to balance herself as she absorbed the sight before her.
Kim wore an alternative version of their cheerleading uniform, using the word heavily. Half the crop top was missing, exposing the bottom half of her tits. The underboob only lingered in place from how uncomfortably tight the material stayed elastic to her skin. Envious pink still peeked out through the fabric. Were those piercings? No. She glared past that to criticize that mini skirt. It covered nothing. Noth-ing. Zip. Flimsy material barely acted as an accessory from how pointlessly useless it clung to her hips. The linen's only fashion point was to rest on the rim of her ass, which forced the eyes to acknowledge that her rival was going commando. Commando and with two vibrators strapped to her thighs with what Bon-Bon assumed was high. Not to mention, in place of pom-poms, she held some freakish shampoo with some scarred, freak's face on it and some geeky computer chip and bizarre collar in the other.
Bonnie huffed.
All the steam must have affected her brain.
Why else would Kim be wearing such a Lowertown outfit with such a ridiculous, goofy smile? So, to turn a drag of a story short, Bonnie kept her back to the hallucination. Out of sight, out of mind, her sisters drilled that lesson into her. She turned the water off, expecting the Kimmie illusion but a figment as the steam gradually evaporated, only the hotty-not hallucination had closed the distance and stood a mere inch from her body, still smiling in that dopey, pathetic way. When she moved to flick that tiny nose, because why not have some fun, color her surprised when K caught her wrist and leaned so impossibly close.
"Hey, Bonnie. Sorry for butting in, but you are to report to Dr. Drakken."
Everything came to a screeching halt all at once for Bon-Bon. Rockwaller only just now realized the glowing, geeky nerd chip blinking on top of Kim's head. Hero or not, she paid enough nerds to know two plus two equaled four. Something, something run! Instincts drove her to pull her arm free from Kim's grip, something much easier said than done because, of course, K had gross gorilla strength. All her struggles meant nothing. Kimmie held her tight and pressed her body to hers, tits against tits, with her unable to breathe, much less form a coherent sentence. If Kim cared, she only stretched her grin ear-to-ear right before uncapping the contents of that shampoo and dumping half a bottle over her hair.
"Hey! What's the big idea?"
Enough! Finally, she managed the strength to shove Kim away, bolting away into the boy's showers to stall for time. She slid with a soapy trail into a nearby shower and used the stall as both coverage and a place to hide. That plan failed miserably when her hair started to itch like no one's freaking business. Bonnie frantically rubbed at her scalp as a woman possessed. Pink gloop sunk into her banes, past her pores, and into her crown. Things started to slow down. Her limbs grew heavy with her eyes adopting this somewhat glossy look to them as her lips went numb. Then she dropped to her knees with her head hung low and waited.
Her mind went blank.
Possible strolled in at her own leisure pace, bouncing with every step. Juices dripped down her thighs with her skin covered in moisture from the steam-filled showers. Walking right up to Bonnie, Kimmie seized her supple jaw and brushed her lips against the nape of her ears, somewhat mocking for a docile, heart-captured slave.
"Dr. Drakken will see you now."
Dilated pupils shrunk further. The Brainwashing Shampoo worked its splendid magic on her easily enthralled mind. Rockwaller, for all her mean and blunt, still showed some semblance of willpower, attempting to grab Kim by the shoulder in a vain attempt of stopping her. Whatever good that did her. More Dr. D's Brainwashing Shampoo and Cranium Rinse splattered over her head, emptying the bottle until Bonnie's hair resembled a purple splash of color. That hand fell limp to her side, alongside whatever brainpower she had left, and Kimmie, for an emotionally controlled captive, smiled somewhat too grand for a heroic savior. At the very least, Bonnie's reputation stayed away from tatters since Kim connected the Moodulator collar to her neck and ordered her to her hands and knees.
No one saw the previous cheer captain lead the new captain outside the school in what looked to be petplay exhibitionism. Through the hallways, past the science rooms, beyond the cafeteria, Kim took the detour route outside to where the hovercraft waited, humming Hello-Hello-Hello with every step as Bonnie crawled with drool dripping down her jaw. Since she got captured wearing nothing, Bonnie got escorted wearing nothing. Once they boarded the hovercraft, once they got strapped in, and once Kim booted up the systems, the former heroine turned cumdumpster mockingly brushed Bonnie lavender-scented mane as they took to the skies.
That had been her plan.
"Kim? Bonnie?"
Tara King.
Kimberly grimaced on the inside, acting all lovey-dovey on the out. She greeted her once friend. "Greetings, Tara."
Tara stood at the schoolyard's back entrance, wearing a running tracksuit as she came to check up on Bonnie. Imagine her utter shock when stuck between gawking at her hotty-hot-hot-hot outfit, figuring out how she appeared after being missing for so long, and Bonnie's state of slutty bondage. Kim Possible almost frowned in her permanent happy state. A pity. Knowing Tara, she probably sulked around Middleton High to check up on Bonnie after a flurry of unanswered messages. Her bleeding heart and fragile psyche would be her downfall against the fallen heroine. At the very least, Kim offered to end it quickly.
Goodbye, formalities.
Kimmie dropped all pretense of kindness and transitioned from standing to striking in the blink of an eye. Tara never had time to react, too caught off guard from her wardrobe and both Bonnie's and her appearance. Whip, wham, kablam, Kim circled her prey and tripped her across the floor. Tara fell to her butt. Entrapment happened so after. Quick arms and nimble feet wrapped around her midriff and jaw—tightened to Boa's constrictor's levels of strength. Tighter, tighter, tighter, Kimberly squeezed so deliciously tight that Tara reflexively gasped. Air left her lungs in the worse of ways.
Struggling arms gripped at forearms, uselessly pulling skin and wiggling in an impossible to escape sleeper hold. Shush-shush. Kim tightened her grip in an almost tender way, whispering sweet nothings to her second captive. Miss King refused to listen, throwing out her last-ditch effort hand to Bonnie.
"Bonnie! Help!"
Kimmie stretched her precious simper.
Futile.
Bonnie remained docile at attention for Kimberly's commands, but not her best friend's. Drakken's Brainwashing Shampoo prevented any pesky afterthoughts from lingering in that pretty head of Bonnie's. More and more, Tara pleaded, voice muting the tighter Kim squeezed, and yet Bonnie remained patiently in the hovercraft with a leash connected to an adjacent seat just cozy enough for two. That outstretched hand increasingly lost its strength. Tara soon found her vision fading; spots overtook her vision as Bonnie numbly watched on all fours, a drooling mutt. The worst part of the ordeal, the spinetingling worst part was Kimmie did it with a goofy smile.
"Go to sleep, Tara. Dr. Drakken will see you now."
...
Gadgets. Gizmos. Frim-franglers. Zoob-zooblers. Bah humbug! Dr. Drakken, aka Drew Lipsky, the blue menace, had it all and then some. He walked the walk and talked the talk. He was all that and a bag of Naco seasoned chips. When they came knocking, the doctor made a house call. Score one for the Great Blue! All of this could not be anymore more obvious than his newest triumph in the face of overwhelming odds. Kimberly Ann Possible and annoying Sidekick Shego were merely the stepping stones for his greatness. Bit by painstaking bit, his collection grew. So much emotion bubbled up inside him that he could not bottle it up, and it leaked out in manic cackles and rubbing of the puckishly tiny hands.
Kim Possible and Shego guarded his newest toy. Both had a habit of breaking his playthings—Shego more than Kimberly—but by ordering the other to protect his stuff, once villain and heroine both had something to prove. Drakken himself did not mind some unhealthy competition. As long as his things remembered who owned them, Drakken reveled in it. It was interesting to watch. The little things made it maddening fun. Like anytime he gave them an order, whichever one beat the other to the punch by acknowledging said command, the other always grimaced and twitched. Anger proved to be a powerful motivator for a reason.
While he was on the subject of unbridled anger, his modish, brand spanking new pet acted as the poster object of rage. From Rockwaller's posture to her thinned lip solace and stiffened shoulders and timbered atmosphere, this Bonnie Rockwaller girl was the epitome of fury. Shego radiated that same screaming passion, too, but Shego moved with catlike precision. When Bonnie had waltzed into his hidden lair, she moved with taunting confidence as if she owned the place. Even with a Neuro-Compliance Chip to reign in any rebellious acts, Miss Rockwaller carried an air of defiance that had his pants uncomfortably tight in the best of ways. In other words, Shego mewled around, and Bonnie growled like a Mad Dog.
Ruff! Ruff!
It helped that she had a cheerleader body.
Right from the start, it was painfully evident that Bonnie surpassed Kim in the Department of Genetics when it came to the soft, supple form of the female body. Rockwaller carried pear-shaped hips. Those came with buttocks in a familiar shape. Those firm melons bounced joyously with her thumping step, acting as a quick one-eighty to her cold demeanor. Long legs with a tiny waist and impeccable curve of her flawless skin had him almost drooling. Kimberly's rival was bam-bam extra thick in all the right places, her frosty aura bumping up from an eight to an eleven on the hotness scale, and she belonged to him.
The fruits of his masterplan rewarded him such a scrumptious garden, and Dr. Drakken would devour his fill of the fruit that sprouted.
"Muahahaha!"
Drakken reveled in chaos but preferred disciplined order when it came to his slaves. Variety and Cocoa Moo were the secrets to an exciting life, after all. What he meant by that was he expected all his pets to dress differently. Not too off the margins, Evil Eye for the Bad Guy taught him the importance of color coding, but subtle differences made it easier to tell them apart, aside from their hair palettes. Kim Possible and Shego had been simple, but his growing number had the henchmen and himself confused. Sticky notes only helped so much. So, he inspected Kim Possible and Company with not only a mischievous cackle but a critical glare that put the Fashionistas to shame.
Kim Possible sported the traditional pigtails, while Ann Possible's mask allowed her hair to sprout without constraint. Shego's ponytail matched very well with her outfit. So, for this Rockwaller girl, he exposed the back for her hair to breathe, only allowing half to stay trapped underneath the latex. Fiber clung to her face like a second skin with her brunette hair—like all the others—washed daily with the patent-pending Brainwashing shampoo. It matched very well with her Moodulator choker and Neuro-Compliance Chip. Her purple, half-black nylon only acted as the chef's kiss to the outfit, very much amplified with her naturally curvy body, plump chest, and space-station of a rear. She walked on heels professionally with a look at me atmosphere the way she carried herself when strutting. Shego once called those Fuck Me pumps, and while he found no correlation with either of the two, he very much liked the name. Her mouth, very much like Shego's, refused to smile, stuck on a humph line similar to Shego's smirk.
Probably his favorite addition to his collection was the piercings she already had on her nipples! What oodles of fun! Whereas Ann's were half circles, Bonnie's were rectangular. Good! Swell! They looked so sharp that Drakken just pinched them. Rectangles. Spheres, Spikes. Half circles. Drakken loathed to admit it, but he was quickly running low on shapes. Oh well. Busy problems for the near future, for now, though, he pressed a finger to his new slave's chin and forced her head up.
Time to sample the new goods.
"Bonnie, was it?"
"Yes, Dr. Drakken."
"Tell me." Drakken eyed Kimberly. "What is your relationship with Kim Possible? Are you friends? And please, don't mince words with me."
Bonnie thinned her lips. "If I may, Dr. Drakken. Kim and I are rivals."
Drakken gleefully tapped his fingers together. "Oh? Like the ones on TV where you secretly like each other?"
She choked. Of all the—she gagged! "Eww! Are you for real? No. I hate her!"
Ha. Ha-ha! He twiddled his fingers and gently brushed her hair. "Really? You hate Kimberly? Loathe her? Despise her?"
"Yes, Dr. Drakken."
The evilest man of evil jumped for joy and wrapped his arm around his plaything's slender shoulder, bringing one arm toward the stationary Kim Possible. "Well then, don't I have a surprise for you, my obedient slave. Kim Possible! Front and center!"
"Yes, Dr. Drakken." Kim stood before Bonnie and Drakken.
"Possible, tell Miss Rockwaller here the mission I gave you."
"To retrieve Bonnie as a reward for myself."
"Explain."
"Affirmative. Bonnie Rockwaller is to act as my personal pet per Drakken's orders."
His manically menacing grin grew. Drakken went from hugging Bonnie's shoulder to switching over to Kim's and cupping her cheeks. "Precisely—eh! Well, I lied, Possible. I actually had you retrieve your most hated rival not as a reward for you but for her. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, or however that saying goes! Anyways! I loathe you. Bonnie hates you. So, why don't we make this official and make you her pet? How does that sound, Rockwaller?"
Bonnie Rockwaller, for all intents and purpose of being a bimbo slave to a Moodulator and Neuro-Compliance Chip that effectively enslaved her will and forced her into a submissive and lovey-dovey state, still dared to curve the edge of her lips into a signature smirk. Oh? Drakken noticed Kimmie's smile straining, alongside her shoulders thickening by a hair's margin. His Moodulator collared roughly glowed brighter around Kim's neck, and her tiny sliver of disappointed returned as unconditional love. Shego, on the other hand, needed no restraints to openly smirk.
Bonnie's voice raised. "Yes, Dr. Drakken."
"Good! Possibles!" Drakken yelled with both redheads repeating the same mantra as Bonnie. "Go put on a show for our henchmen. Shego, you stay." Kimberly and Ann left with Shego standing guard. He brushed the name of her neck. "Time to test my new goods. Now, my dear slave, tell me, are you proficient in oral? Or am I tasked to train you?"
Bonnie never missed a beat. "I can suck a better cock than K."
Drakken blinked hard at that one before stretching his nefarious, maniacal grin to new heights. Ha! Ha-ha! Bwahaha! The Moodulators made them love their sex slave predicaments and him unconditionally, but he found it doubly ecstatic that their rebellious side remained intact when it came to each other. Shego gloated on the cameras whenever controlling Kimberly. Kimmie herself had a taboo penchant for playing mommy's little slut in front of the henchmen. Both the older women took turns dominating Kimmie-cub when together. Nine times out of ten, that ended with both Possible whores licking Shego's latex boots until Shelia had one lapping at her pussy, with the other tending to her asshole, both held in place with two very dominating, unmoving, steadfast hands. Now, with his newest addition, he foresaw epic rivalry between Kim and this Bonnie girl.
"Really? Prove it, Rockwaller."
A switch flipped for the Rockwaller girl.
Bonnie showed him all her tips and tricks. Brushing up against the mad doctor, she clawed her fingers against his torso in a raking motion, gradually dropping to her knees to tend to the trouser snake hiding underneath. Experience hands made short work of most of his clothing. Pop! Snap went his buttons, out popped his cock, and Bonnie smirked so broadly from the smell spilling over. She pulled the lab pants down, moving closer to press her face against the appendage still covered in black lipstick from Shego's earlier snack. Did Miss Rockwaller care for sloppy seconds? Not a snowball's chance. Plump lips kissed the shaft, drawing upward until she massaged the bulbous head with her agile tongue. Still, she smirked, almost teasing her owner.
Nimbly soft fingers cradled and fumbled his overstuffed balls between the cock kissing and tongue lapping. Bonnie's other hand she tasked to rubbing his girthy shaft in a blowjob and handjob combo that had his twitchy veins angry with pulsating nerves and building precum already dripping down her slender jaw. When her supple soft lips edged past his head and sunk half his cranium into her jaw, Drakken almost blew a thick load into her mouth. None of that deterred Bonnie. More she jerked her owner, slipping into a routine of jerking, fumbling, and adding bobbing into the mix. In no time flat, Drakken grabbed her hair and pounded her throat into a facefucking while using a nearby table as leverage, but Bonnie proved to have no gag reflex and greedily swallowed him whole. Each pump was a deepthroat, every bobble had her playing with his sack, and oodles of precum filled her hungry gullet.
Then he used both hands and held her head in place to explode the first of her many future and only meals into her mouth.
Bonnie Rockwaller swallowed every edible drop like some blowjob queen.
A mixture of salvia and cum spilled into her mouth, with her tongue mixing the two as Drakken kept spurting after bursts. Each rupture of creamily thick cum she swallowed in audible gulps that had Shego quirking her lips. Never did Bonnie stop milking. Whenever Drakken thought he hit his limit, she sucked out those tiny droplets like some succubus bent on draining the life out of him. She only stopped when he mewed in that groaning voice of his, definitely shaking like a leaf. Meanwhile, Bonnie smirked around the meaty girth of his throbbing cock and maneuvered her head back to clean off any remains before releasing him with that telltale pop of a cocksucking slut. There he remained attached to his glass table, huffing and puffing, more than ready for another round.
He patted her noggin. "You certainly know your tricks. You'll make an excellent addition to my kennel of slaves."
"Yes, Dr. Drakken."
He smirked, ran his tongue along his lips, and then suddenly paused. "That gives me an idea. Why don't we go check up on your friend? What was her name?"
"Tara."
"Right! A befitting name for my new bitch!" Drakken turned to his other captive. "Shego! Go and fetch Kimberly, Ann, and our newest pet. It's bath time." Shego muttered the phrase and left. Then he turned to Bonnie. "As for you, get on the table. Time to stretch that pussy of yours."
Up she stretched back on the glass counter, opening her legs far and wide with the practiced grace of a cheerleader. A twitching, engineered cock stood at rigid attention at the sight of her grabbing the heels of her pumps as her smirk from earlier remained plastered to her cum flavored lips. Juices stained her entrance. Nearby camera feeds, attached to the walls of his secret lair, showed Kimberly and Ann getting creampied in the henchmen corridors with Shego dragged down into a group blowjob orgy before she managed to mutter her orders from Dr. Drakken. Right before those black lipstick lips edged away from his loyal henchmen, Dr. D, the best boss in the villainy community, pressed his intercom as his cock's head pressed against Bonnie's pussy lips.
"Shego! Delay that order. For now, entertain the henchmen."
Award-winning cheers erupted in the lair. Some chanting followed about Drakken being the best boss. Yes, yes, that he knew. Shego paused before stretching her lipstick-colored lips around the first of many henchmen's cocks she had to service. Everything worked out for everyone, so he turned down the volume of the orgy but focused the camera on his slutty sidekick ramming her face. The same went for both Ann and Kimberly, who went from receiving one dick to two cocks, one in the mouth and pussy. Both daughter and mother got double stuffed in a traditional Eiffel Tower. Lots of hair pulling followed.
Drakken only chuckled and turned his attention to Bonnie.
In one fell swoop, he plunged into his newest meat hole. Quick, effective, and very moist, the Moodulator collar had Bonnie soaking wet when she had preoccupied herself by stuffing her face with bluish dickish. Soft and easy? Ha! Drakken pounded away just like the way he lived. He worked hard and played hard and fucked hard. For funsies, his hands forked over to her delicate neck, and he choked her.
Bonnie took it in stride.
Miss Queen Bee squeezed her walls tight around his meaty girth, locking impossibly firm around his cock and his torso. Breathplay was nothing new to her. When he shoved deep inside of her, kiss-smacking her attention-starved womb, Bonnie responded by rolling her tongue out in euphoric bliss. Melon-sized boobs flopped to the sound of wet skin thrusting against one another with her voice going hoarse. She moaned loudly, bending her legs and silently begging for Drakken to increase his grip around her neck. In the background, Shego, Kim, and Ann received the same attention, forced nose to pelvis with a cock stretching their throats and cum trickling down their jaws.
Faster Dr. D went. Rougher he became. Harder, thicker, hitting her G-spot as a madman possessed, Bonnie felt him throbbing inside her, nearing his limit. She, too, found her body twitching and convulsing from the approaching orgasm about to rock her body. He showed no kindness in his brutal act. Bonnie did not care. He reveled from the way her stomach bulged from each pussy stretching rump. Bonnie mewled as a harlot in heat and pulled him in closer. When he practically cut away her airway, dragging his thumbs over her throat and leaning forward to poke further, she responded by arching her back and slammed her babymaking hips to match each vibrating thump. The sound of sloppy and wet skin grew as her slippery juices and spillage of precum covered the transparent table.
She had no choice but to grab the ends of the table right when Drakken pushed himself on top and forced her legs to hang over his broad shoulders. Bonnie's confidence hit an all-time low, and her head dipped from over the edge. No mercy! That monstrous cock hit her at her darkest, smacking her cum hungry womb with an oversized, bulbous head. From within her Fuck Me pumps, her toes curled. Little air made her dizzy and had her squeezing so tight that the Mad Scientist groaned. Just as she neared passing out, Drakken pushed one final thrust of his hips and welcomed her to his harem of sex slaves with her first creampie.
Genetically altered cum filled every nook and cranny of Bonnie's once emptied womb, brimming it with oh-so-hot seed that plenty plunged out her clasping pussy. Bonnie received the breath-play choking of a lifetime with Kimmie and Ann getting double-teamed in the background as Shego sucked and choked on many dicks on her knees. Everyone came at the same time. An explosion of sticky white encased Shego in a massive facial from blowing so many cocks and stroking the others. Too much smeared Shego for Shego to successfully capture it all with her outstretched tongue, forced to pump and dump all of it onto her face. What missed her jaw landed on her massive tits and watermelon crushing thighs. Cum painted her soft body, and she kept milking until every henchman shot an extra thick load all over her.
Meanwhile, Kimmie and Ann had their stomachs and wombs filled to the utmost brim from their double stuffing. Henchmen from behind and ahead held them in place. Semen trickled down their jaws, more for Kim than a proficient slutty housewife, and their pussy's walls clamped down hard on the cocks to collect every bit of cum leaking out. Whereas Shego milked, they twitched after experiencing a mind-numbing orgasm.
Her struggling walls refused to allow even the tiniest friction to maneuver, but persistence overpowered brute strength, and Drakken slipped his cock out to double-drench Bonnie's body with his potent cum. Generous, melons-sized tits, a taut belly, an impeccable face, goes-on-for-miles legs, every inch of flawless skin received an unhealthy coating of stickiness that reeked of the stench of raw sex. Meanwhile, Bonnie herself convulsed on the table from cumming. When Dr. D had gifted her that overflowing batch of cum in her hungry womb, her eyes had rolled back from within her Neuro-Compliance gimp mask as her tongue hung out. Inside, the latex had her eyes adopting heart-shaped pupils.
Bonnie shivered breathlessly.
Drakken caught his breath with his hands loosening their slack around her neck.
Even after discharging such immensely thick loads into his newest pet, Dr. Drakken eyed her for a thirsty third helping. The blue monster between his legs shared in the same rawish enthusiasm of shoving her against the wall. Girthy, lengthy, and hungry, Drew almost ordered Bonnie to place her hands on the table with her legs spread out, except he checked the monitors and noticed his other slaves quickly becoming filthy in their shared orgy. Dirty fun was all bursts of sunshine and la-de-la rainbows, but a master villain needed to keep his lair tidy and prim because a clean hidden hideout was a functioning and happy place. Besides, glancing down at his heaving toy, Miss Rockwaller needed an excellent scrubbing after marking her with his cum. Hm? Drakken switched his attention back to the monitors and back at her. Yes.
Bath time.
"Clean up this mess."
"Y-Yes, Dr. Drakken."
A twitching, nearly comatose slutty captive powerlessly rolled off the table and onto the floor. Effortlessly Bonnie dropped to her jellylike knees and gingerly placed her hands upon Drakken's tree trunk thighs. A musky aroma of spit, cum, and her juices stained the over-grossed member in a smelly, stenchy, stinky odor of her sloppy seconds. Such an aroma left her lightheaded and lips parted. Bonnie held back a hiccup when that same cock slapped her across the face before her owner placed it right on her face.
Bonnie Rockwaller engulfed his dick for the second time and passionately deepthroated the blue supercock as Dr. Drakken cackled maddeningly in his private lair. In the background, as Bonnie gave it her all in throat expanding submission, similar situations awaited Ann, Kim, and Shego between the cock worshipping, member drooling, shlong sucking tirade that was their only meal. The Moodulator collars had them all loving their positions in the gangbang. It also had them all gleefully guzzling down the thick load that followed from all their enthusiastic sucking. That could not be any more obvious when Drakken roughly grabbed her hair and shoved his dick fully into slutty throat.
"We'll head over to the bathroom and clean you girls after you finish up. And while we're at it, introduce our newest bitch to the rest."
Bon-Bon thought nothing of Tara's future as an extra syrupy load of protein erupted in her mouth.
...
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Tara King stood at attention—or more accurately—waited on command. Unlike Kimberly Ann, Doctor Possible, Bon-Bon, and Miss Go, the cheerleader captive suffered a harsher sentence for daring to challenge Kim Possible's wrath. Gone were her walking privileges. Whoosh! Instead of thigh hugging, skin squishing latex for her arms and legs, Tara found her limbs trapped in the standard bitchsuit. Breathable nylon still squeezed her supple body, but the restricted material forced her legs to bend together in an upward direction, strapped impossibly tight with belted straps that made escape a fever dream. The same went for her arms, arched upwards and toward her collar. Sashes held those, too, alongside the dreaded lock that dangled the key on her collar. Effectively, she crawled around on her elbows and knees compared to her lesser peers because, as Kimmie so eloquently mentioned, Tara needed a muzzle. That suggestion included an anal hook where her blond hair got braided into the rope. Her Moodulator collar came with additional cartoonish spikes around the choker, and the Compliance Chip glowed right on her gimp masked forehead. Even her speech got restricted to insignificant corgi sounds.
Bark! Woof! Arf! Ruff!
Dr. Drakken went all out on that gimp mask—accessories galore. Fancy rubber got fashioned into a traditional puppy girl mask with goofy ears and a comical snout. No actual mouth. An adorable harness hung on her fuckable body, half the size of her lithe torso, with no undergarments to hide her exposed flesh or round breasts. Piercings fashioned to the shape of wiggly lines to match her wavy hair got studded. Tara had her eyes bared, except her hair received thorough washing with the Brainwashing Shampoo, so the side effect of constant care had her pupils overtaken by hypnosis spirals. Added a supercharged Moodulator, superior Compliance Chip, and an enhanced version of Dr. D's Brainwashing Shampoo, and Tara found herself a willing bitch. Every bark and woof turned her into that much more of a mindless pet, and she waggled her ass for treats and learned to sit on command reasonably quickly.
Bonnie Rockwaller rightfully dubbed her Mad Bitch.
Mad Bitch? Tara enjoyed that, almost as much as she loved having her backside dominated in traditional doggy style from both henchmen and strapped slaves, and her peers just fancied her body. More times than naught, Bonnie ordered mandatory walkies around the lair in this strut of hers that had her displaying her slutty body to the wandering eyes while she followed the narcotic tug of an embedded leash. Bouncing hips always got the gentlemen in the mood for messy fun. Food? She ate doggy bowls filled with cum and supplements with any thirst quenched with a quick cunningness that both Shego and Bonnie were more than happy to offer. Health? Ann checked every nook and cranny of her body to keep her skin flawless and walls eternally wet every day, which, of course, included a round of cumming from talented fingers. Vibrators stitched into her leggings were set to continuously work whatever setting a bystander chose with the command module implanted on the other side of her choker, just out of reach.
Tara had it all acting as the lair's resident Mad Bitch.
Kimberly thought so every time she used her back a personal chair to rest her marshmallow-bubble ass. After a strenuous day, Tara cherished nothing more than Kim's cheeks dozing on her back as her former cheer captain scratched the top of her head because she was a good girl. If Kimmie took great pride in washing her hair with that mind-numbing shampoo of hers, Bitch Tara only woofed as all human and rebellious thoughts rinsed away, along with the bath suds. The private bathroom was the only place free from wandering henchmen, except for Dr. Drakken, who washed his hair to an outdated song from the Oh Boyz while receiving a twin-headed blowjob from Ann and Shego. Bonnie sucked on the head while Kim's mother and Shelia dragged their tongues up and down the shaft to show his cock a proper cleansing. Spiral eyes watched it all from the VIP section as Kimberly giggled when Bonnie received a mouthful of cum that had her gulping down a hefty load.
Eh! Ugh! She arched her back. Then she squirted from overstimulation of pesky vibrators and drenched the tile floor in front of her owner and alpha bitches. Silence overtook the washroom—it lingered alongside Bonnie's swallowing and Dr. Ann's licking—and then Kimmie grabbed her braided hair and pulled. Yanking had her moaning. Masochist tendencies worked flawlessly against her slippery skin. It made her wetter. Hotter. More likely to wag her butt and bark.
Woof! Woof!
Did Kim punish her for cumming without permission? Yes. Her perky ass received one hell of a slap that had Tara's eyes rolling into the back of her head. Toes curled inside their latex prison, nipples harder than diamond, and Tara begged for more with moist thighs and quivering walls. Harder. Faster. Firmer with a touch of envy! Kim answered Bitch Tara's prayers and delivered fierce smacks across her derrière while the resonating slap echoed in the communal bath. Drakken just cackled, holding Ann's and Shego's heads in place between the cock worshipping.
"Superb work, Kimberly." Drakken remarked as he forced Ann and Shego to switch positions. "You not only brought me a new slave, but she's a masochist. The perfect Mad Bitch."
"Thank you, Dr. Drakken."
He smirked. Cum spilled out and soiled the newly washed pets in messy facials that had them all churning to be the first to lick the other clean. In no time flat, Bonnie and Shego used their superior position in the sex slave hierarchy and compelled Kimberly's mother to accept their portion of his cum into her mouth. Villain and bully made Ann swish it around with her tongue and swallow it with a combination of Miss Go and Bon-Bon's spit before they ventured for another helping of their owner's cock with a triple threat tongue thrashing.
Drakken stopped them cold in their tracks. "While I enjoy the thought of you fighting over my cock. And as it pains me to say this, but playtime is over. As of now, I have two more Moodulator Collars and Neuro-Compliance Chips that need completing. So, as a reward, and seeing is how you brought this Rockwaller girl, I shall allow you girls to choose my next slave. Make it count. As for you, Tara, was it? I shall introduce you to my blue friend when I return."
"Yes, Dr. Drakken."
Woof!
The evil scientist left the washroom cleaned, drained, and very satisfied with four cum filled slaves and an untouched bitch behind to discuss his next sexual servant. It took little time to get the dreaded ball rolling. Once he left that steamy room, Rockwaller and Go quickly used their influence and changed the bathroom into a meeting room with appropriate attire. Bonnie Rockwaller used Ann Possible as a chair to mock her rival while Shelia Go rested her peckish green posterior on the Mad Bitch's back to push Bonnie's buttons. As for Kimberly? She was neither negotiator nor middle captive in the heated showdown. Nope. Not a chance. Kimmie served as pussy licker.
Bonnie and Shego took turns shoving her hungry mouth onto their pussy lips by roughly tugging at her pigtails. Kimmie did not mind. She loved it. Between chocking on fat cock and swallowing buckets of cum, Kim Possible learned to savor the taste of womanhood from Shego demanding so much tongue-on-pussy action during their rare downtime. Plus, the henchmen loved watching her sixty-nine her mother in taboo incest that definitely got the waterworks going for both Kimmie-cub and Anne.
Between random pop stars like MC Honey and random nobodies like Summer Gales, Bonnie and Shego could not delegate who should be the next slave. Heart throbbed Moodulator collars did little to ease the tension in the steam-filled room. Kimberly's tongue, if anything, got them more worked up since sidekick and once substitute captain refused to back down. When Bonnie and Shego motioned to jump to their feet and smash their tits together in a show of dominance, Kimmie could only drown in delicious pussy from her rivals tugging harshly on her pigtails.
Caramelly, soft, supple soft breasts pressed again green and firmly squishy mommy milkers with a pair of solid nipples rubbing against one another. Even with latex gimp masks preventing them from showing any emotion except for the thinning of their lips, heated glares burned hotter in the communal bath. Again, Kim busied herself waggling her tongue on clits and slurping down juices that stained her jaw and coated her lips in the most delicious of lip gloss.
Then Bon-Bon mentioned someone named Monique Jenkins and promptly shoved K's face into her snatch because she squirted right there all over her face.
"Monique?" Shego tugged the Princess back to her folds. "Who's Monique?"
Bonnie tugged back. "An old friend of Kim's."
Shego smirked and forced Kim to accept her squirting treat. "Oh, goodie."
Bonnie Rockwaller and Shelia Go agreed on Kim Possible's friend to become the next deviant to join Dr. Drakken. The more, the merrier, the chaotic duo always said. To celebrate their rousing success, both villainess and mean girl relaxed in the bathroom, against the tiled seating with their backs stretched and arms spread out, and heads laid over. Each had their legs spread far open for Kim to eat Bonnie out and vice versa for Ann Possible to devour Shego's lower lips. Pussy and mouth action quickly became the norm for the mother-daughter pair, a transition Tara King watched as the Mad Bitch of the lair.
Bon-Bon even offered Tara a thinned lip crossed between sympathy and pity and set her vibrators to their max settings.
Author Notes: Search up Clariarikari for commissioned artwork of the slave girls.