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4: Tiger by the tail
"Shego, how long have you been there?" Kim asked as she entered her apartment to find her arch-foe, whom she had a temporary, unspoken truce with, lounging on her sofa, watching her television, and eating her snacks. A stranger might have thought the thief lived there from how comfortable she looked on the couch. Hell, even someone that knew them might have thought that the pale woman lived in the apartment.
"Long enough to eat all of your pretzels. You have too much junk food around here. And you don't have any pay channels, huh?" Shego countered, flipping through the television channels. There's never anything on when I need to kill time, she silently complained. A little frown settled on her face.
"I'm not here enough to want pay channels and I don't have the money for more than basic cable anyway," Kim replied with a shrug. Most of the time, she did not even know why she wasted money on the television. She hardly watched it when she was home. She preferred being on her computer.
"That's a shame. You run around too much," the green-skinned woman commented with a slight yawn. She was bored and television had not cured that problem, not that it ever did, even when she was at her home and had pay channels to watch. Maybe Kimmie's onto something because TV sucks most of the time.
"Aw, I didn't know you cared," the slim redhead teased with a grin.
"I don't," Shego replied casually, waving her off. I don't give two damns about Kim Possible, she assured her brain. Of course, it's a little weird that I even have to have that thought.
"You didn't start reading the thing without me, did you?" Kim inquired as she stepped deeper into her home. She was glad to be home, even if Shego was there. A day of classes, missions, and outside activities had wiped her out, as usual. It did not help that she thought about the journal all day, wondering if they would find out why something with her name had been in Shego's family home.
"I wouldn't be here if I did. I would've just stayed home, brainiac. Now, get over here, so we can read this thing and move on with our lives," the emerald-eyed sidekick ordered with a bit of an attitude.
"Can I get in the house for more than a second?" the hero retorted in a tone mirroring her guest's voice. She glared at Shego.
"You've been standing there for almost thirty seconds. That's good enough. Now, get over here," the villainess commanded once again, pointing in front of her.
"Can I get in the house?" Kim repeated.
Shego sucked her teeth, but she did not say anything further. Kim traveled to the back of the apartment, going to change her clothing to get more comfortable in her home. She returned to the living room shortly and sat down next to her uninvited guest, accidentally flopping down on the thief's leg. She did not land hard, but Shego made an irked noise and shoved the redhead off of her as if Kim had stabbed her in the limb. The younger woman yelped and nearly fell off the couch, but she managed to maintain her balance.
"Hey!" Kim complained, glaring once more at the older woman.
"Don't touch me," Shego ordered with her own glower.
"All right, all right. Don't get all huffy. It was an accident, anyway," Kim replied.
The green-skinned female did not say anything about the incident anymore, but she did not want Kim touching her at the moment thanks to things that went on in the journal. It was bad enough that the woman whose name she carried hit on and tormented one Doctor Kimberly Possible, so she did not need Kim touching her right now. It was disturbing, even if it was just an accident. She was not sure why it was so bothersome, but it was and she did not want it to happen again.
She wanted to get out of the college student's company ASAP, so they needed to finish the journal and hopefully figure out why it was in her family's old home. Then, they could go back to their normal lives without having to ever think about their ancestors again. Well, that was the hope anyway.
Kim did not think about Shego's outburst because the pale woman was cranky most of the time anyway. She focused her attention on the journal as Shego opened it and looked for the place that they had ended the last time that they were reading. Kim leaned forward to get a better look at the page while making sure that she did not touch the older female next to her.
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…My days seem to have gotten longer since Sheshona was brought to my little end of Middleton Asylum. She seems to want nothing more than to remain as she is, which is a pervert. She is also looking to drive me, and perhaps the rest of the staff, madder than March hares. She makes inquiries of me when she is speaking to me at all and not looking to say some reprehensible statement and the inquiries seem to be only to upset me in some way.
She has taken to the habit of referring to me as a hypocrite, but she does not explain herself. I want to dismiss her words as ranting, but I cannot. Her mind may not be sound, but she is far from the type of woman that raves. Her words are weighted heavily on my brain with wonder of the logic that she refuses to disclose to me. I look to comfort myself by reminding myself that she is only seeking to be a bother, but I can see in her strange eyes that she means those words. She views me as a hypocrite.
Sheshona is not just annoying me (and getting great pleasure from it from what I can tell), but she is also bothering any staff members that she can. If she continues with her behavior, I will ask her why she does such things. Of course, she is unlikely to respond or explain. My suspicion is that she acquires sexual excitement from it. It would not be so odd for her to have such a fascination, considering her other deviations from what should be. What am I to do with a patient who only seems to want to get worse while in my care?
-*-(1855)-*-
Doctor Kimberly Possible sat at her desk, trying to take care of some paperwork. It seemed like the paperwork never ended. Her irksome, unwieldy patient sat across from her, but she was not paying Sheshona any mind at the moment. She attempted to focus solely on her work, but her patient referring to her as hypocrite for being a doctor was on her mind. How can I be a hypocrite because I am a doctor? What does that even mean? This had gotten to her more than anything else Sheshona had ever said to her.
Being a doctor was something great and respectable as far as Kimberly was concerned and she was proud to be one. She had already admitted to herself it was abnormal for her to be a woman and a doctor, but she did not see why that would make her a hypocrite. There were no rules that said a woman could not be a doctor, but there were rules that stated a woman should lay with a man, preferably her husband. Yet, Sheshona's words continued to plague her.
Kimberly took her olive eyes from her papers. She would not really get anything done with the pale woman sitting across from her. She leaned back in her chair as she stared at her patient, but she did not speak to the raven-haired female. She just did not see the point in doing so anymore. Nothing she said got through to Sheshona. She would wait for her patient to offer her something and to show an interest in being cured because if she did not want to be cured, then the doctor could not do anything for her because she would continue to resist.
Sheshona eyed her doctor and naughty, just very naughty things floated through her mind as they always did when it came to her redheaded doctor. How was she supposed to get cured, not that she wanted to, with such a lovely doctor sitting before her? If her father were smart, he would have made sure she had gotten the ugliest, oldest, just most vile female doctor there was in existence or at least a handsome male doctor that might try to change her opinion of men. No one would sway her desire by locking her in a small room with a pretty redhead with an expensive desk that begged for some lascivious behavior between her and her prurient physician.
"Well, Doc, are you going to say anything?" Sheshona asked because she liked hearing Kimberly speak.
Sheshona supposed she had an attraction to intelligent women, but she was not sure. She tried to mentally go down her list of conquests and deep intelligence did not stand out so much. Some of her lovers were very smart, good for conversation, and a pleasure to be around when she wanted even basic company, but she had just as many vacant lovers that could not hold an intelligent conversation with guns to their heads. She was just attracted to the bashful and meek, probably because she liked to be the dominate one and she knew that. So, she could not figure out why she liked hearing Kimberly speak, which she did thoroughly enjoy. Before the doctor, she could care less about what desired conquests thought. Fulfilling conversation came after a night of passion, never before.
"Is there anything that I could say to you that would get through to you?" the doctor countered, folding her arms and resting her hands in her lap.
"So, you give up?" the pale woman asked curiously. It was nice if she gave up because they could stop the pointless banter and she would move on to having her way with Kimberly. It would save us so much time and effort, she silently commented.
"Never," Kimberly declared with a determined look in her eyes.
Kimberly could not recall a time in her life where she failed to capture what she set out for. She had wanted to be a doctor and there she was, despite all of the hardship that she had to go through for that. She was a doer. Quitting was for people that did not want something bad enough and if she did not want something, she would not bother with it because it would be a waste of time. She did not have time to waste.
"I never give up, but I cannot cure someone who doesn't wish to be cured. Your only desire is to continue to be a degenerate. So, until you are prepared to speak your mind beyond your perversion, I can only treat you physically and when you are in this office, you can watch the wallpaper while I finish other matters," the physician explained in a calm tone.
Sheshona frowned. Something inside of her was injured to hear such words from her physician, who for so many weeks had been striving so earnestly to cure her, and now was not going to try to goad information out of her anymore. That bothered her, but she chose to ignore it. It's not like the doctor really cares about me, she reminded herself. Kimberly was only being paid to "cure" her, so she did not care if Kimberly did not want to try anymore. The doctor was only going to be a conquest, anyway. She was not important nor was she special.
"So, you do give up then?" Sheshona pressed. "I mean, if you're not even going to say anything to me and your whole treatment is about 'talking' then you've given up?"
"My time is precious. I will use it as is best suited," Kimberly replied and decided to turn her attention back to her paperwork. Even if she did not get anything done, she wanted Sheshona to see she had better things to do.
The doctor and patient silently shared the office for Sheshona's whole session. When the time was up, Orderly Barkin came in to take Sheshona back to her room. He grabbed her roughly by the arm, as he had a habit of doing, and he managed to get scolded by the doctor as usual.
"Mister Barkin, I have asked you time and time again to show my patient some respect and care. I do not care to repeat myself," Kimberly stated sternly.
Barkin complied, but in his eyes, both women could tell that he was upset with being ordered to treat a pervert with kid gloves. Sheshona ignored the redhead's words for the moment and then decided to be irksome, if only to get back at Kimberly for reasons that Sheshona did not want to acknowledge. She just disliked being snubbed and deprived of her doctor's voice and thoughts.
"Don't worry about it, Doc. I like it rough," Sheshona remarked to undermine the order from the doctor.
It was Kimberly's turn to frown. Obviously, she was not getting anywhere with her patient. She could not believe they had spent so much time together and Sheshona still put up such a strong resistance to the whole treatment. She was not sure what she was going to do, but she guessed she would have to come up with a different sort of treatment for Sheshona if the fact that they were going to be sitting in her office for over an hour doing nothing did not get to her patient. Well, I suppose I can use that time to think of this new treatment if it comes to that.
The pale woman was escorted out of the office and flung back to her small cell. She laughed a little to herself. At least she was having some fun while in the institution getting on everyone's nerves. But, she would have preferred to be having intercourse with her doctor on that beautiful, dark wooden desk, which was why she had not bothered with escaping, but now Kimberly irked her.
Kimberly probably would have liked to know she bothered Sheshona because she was returning the favor. The doctor was irritated with being called a hypocrite and the patient was vexed with being ignored. They both wished they could dismiss those feelings because they did not believe they should care. The problem was that they did care and it seemed they could not let that go. One of them would have to break and each was sure she would not be the one.
Sheshona sat on her bed like she did everyday. She did not have any means of entertainment in her box of a room, except for the thoughts of what she would do to her physician when given the chance. She thought "when" and not "if" because it was inevitable in her mind. No woman had ever resisted her and no woman would in her opinion. She did not think poorly of women because of the way that they fell for her. She was just attracted to women and enjoyed being with women. She wanted them to fall for her and she would never hold it against them for doing what she wanted after she worked on them enough to have her way.
Sheshona decided to do some meditation exercises to occupy her time and her brain because she did not even want to think about her fussy doctor. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself. It was what she usually did with her time when she was not fantasizing about what she was going to do to Doctor Possible. She sat there for an undetermined amount of time and then she heard her door open. She figured it was time for supper.
The pale woman was not hungry for some reason. It may or may not have had something to do with the fact that she was upset with her doctor. She was about to inform the orderly that she would not eat, but then she heard the door shut. She opened her eyes to see Orderly Barkin standing in her dreary little cell without her dinner tray.
"I don't have a banana for you, monkey," Sheshona remarked with half a smirk. She wondered why he had shut the door, but she did not let that show on her face. She would wait to see what he had up his big sleeves.
"I've had just about enough of your mouth. I'll cure you the proper way that a foul mouth wench like you needs to be cured of anything," he declared with a smirk of his own.
Sheshona's deep jade eyes narrowed. "And what do you mean by that?" she inquired, even though the wheels in her head turned with a terrible assumption. If he tried what she thought that he was going to try, he would be lucky to make it out of her depressing, grey cell alive.
"I'll do just what that damn sow of a doctor can't," he stated with conviction and a dangerous look in his brown eyes.
The raven-haired woman scowled. She did not like that the giant monkey referred to her doctor as a sow more than she disliked the fact that she could guess what he was insinuating now that he had opened his disgusting mouth. She would have to teach him some manners and respect for her doctor. She was also going to teach him that she was not the type of creature to sit there and let a man treat her any way that he felt. Even her idiotic father knew that one. The orderly's problem was that he did not know anything of her background aside from the fact that she lay with women in her spare time. Well, this should be fun. Teaching lessons is what a Go is supposed to do anyway.
Barkin stalked over to the upset patient and smirked again when she did not call for assistance. To him, it showed she already understood her place and he was going to teach her how to be a proper little female. He would also teach her to stop talking to him as if she was better than he was. She needed to know her place and how to behave like a good little girl.
The brunette male got to Sheshona and reached for her clothing, her pants more specifically. He seemed to think that she was just going to sit back and take it. What an idiot. She brought her arms up and clanged him on the chin forcefully with her wrists shackles; hmm, it seems the chains are actually good for something, after all. He grunted as the blow landed and fell back.
"Do you think I'll just let you have your way with me, monkey? We both know I don't do guys, so why would I do monkeys?" Sheshona remarked with a deadly smirk on her face. He was going to rue the day he attempted to touch her without her permission.
"You'll regret that. I'm going to get my way. I'm bigger and stronger than you. You're just a woman," he pointed out.
"I do believe you meant to say uglier and smellier," she riposted. Boy, he did smell rather badly. It was an affront to humanity for a person to have such a stench, even if stinking did seem to be a hobby of everyone's nowadays. She hoped someday soon bathing became a hobby that the general population would share.
"Keep talking, bitch. It only makes me want to teach you a lesson more," he growled.
She laughed. "Teach me? Oh, no. I'll teach you and the first lessons is that you shouldn't have locked yourself in here with me, stupid monkey."
Barkin snarled and charged over to Sheshona. She moved as best she could, but her fetters limited what she could do in the way of dodging. He missed her the first time he went for her, but he quickly recovered and grabbed for her a second time. He caught her as she landed in her new space. He ripped her shirt somewhat around her collar before she managed to catch him in the chest with her knee. It was an achievement she did not fall over from such a move thanks to the chain length connecting her ankles. He coughed from the hit, but continued to struggle with her despite the pain.
Sheshona silently cursed her father and brother for the brilliant idea of binding her. Sure, she could not hurt anyone with such manacles, but she could not defend herself properly either. She doubted they would care if they knew what she was going through. Hell, they would probably agree with the monkey and maybe even hold her down for him to have his way with her. No one alive cared about what she went through, she would bet her life on that. Well, she cared and she would not let it happen.
Barkin managed to head-butt Sheshona in the face without a care in a few times, drawing blood from her nose and mouth. She took each blow. She flung him away from her with some ease and he hit the back of the wall with a little power, hurting his back a little. She climbed to her feet and spit some blood from her mouth. She then moved to kick him in the gut as best she could since she could only lift her legs a certain height because of the cuffs on her feet. Still, she kicked him as many times as she could before he managed to move away.
Sheshona kicked the wall on her last hit and Barkin lunged at her. She grunted as he knocked her to the floor and her head banged against the corner of her bed; the room was not big by far. He tugged at her pants to rid her of them, but she refused to let him have his way. She growled as she flipped him off of her, using all of her might to hopefully cause him as much agony as she could and with luck, stop his assault. He hit the wall again and then fell on the bed. She jumped up from the hard floor as quickly as possible and then leaped into the air. She came down on Barkin with a mighty grunt, putting her knees in his ribs. She hit him with enough force to break her little wooden bed and hopefully his ribs, too. He hollered in pain as the bed collapsed and then he passed out from the excruciating pain that coursed through his system.
The emerald-eyed female tried to calm her breathing once she was certain he was unconscious. She watched him carefully as she went to the door and tried to open it. She had gotten it was locked. The bastard has to have the key on him, she thought with a growl. She limped back over to the giant, realizing she had hurt her ankles, tugging on her chains to deliver those earlier, devastating kicks. She began searching the big baboon for the key to her freedom.
"Where's the damnable key, you stupid monkey?" she growled while going through his pockets.
She located the key and was about to go open the door to her. He suddenly awoke and slapped the key from her grip. She watched in disbelief as the key flew across the room, landed on the floor, and slid right under the crack of the door. She swore under her breath while he grabbed her by the neck. He slammed her against the wall enough to crack it and draw more of her blood, which splattered on the wall. She coughed, blood pouring from her lip. He snarled and pressed his forearm into her throat, as if he intended on choking her. Maybe he wanted her to pass out for him to be able to have his way with her body without any trouble or maybe he sought to kill her since she had already beaten up rather badly, but she did not want to find out which it was. She kicked him in the knee to get him to let her go. He shouted and dropped her as the blow landed. He fell to the side.
Sheshona tried to catch her breath as she stood up strong, despite the head wounds she suffered. It seemed she was now trapped in the room with a crazed monkey until someone missed him. Well, she would dance with him until that door opened. Maybe she would just throw him through the blasted locked portal. It would get someone's attention, but then again, someone might just come to his aid. The last thing she needed were more dance partners while she was chained up. It seemed she was damned if she did and damned if she did not. Well, she would be damned if she was going to allow him to have his way.
They went at each other again for who knew how long. She actually tried a few times to throw him through the door, but it was rather well made and stuck to the wall. She just made sure to keep him off of her once it was apparent that the door would not give. She outlasted him through the whole struggle; her will not to be violated outlasted his desire to dominate her for insulting him. He passed out after a couple of hours of violence and she just stared at him, waiting for him to wake up again, so she could knock him out again. And then her cell door opened and entered Doctor Kimberly Possible.
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…I discovered my patient in her room with the orderly, David Barkin, a man who has the thought in his mind that he is of a superior lot compared to the rest of the world for whatever reason. She was in one corner, eyeing his unmoving form in the opposite corner as if she were an alligator, waiting to snap at her moving prey. Her clothing was torn, her face was bruised, and there was blood pouring down her face. She locked eyes with me and it seemed like she conveyed her thoughts to me, declaring herself strong and no victim. She smirked at me, as if she was proud of what she had done and wanted me to be proud that she had done it. I was and may still be in shock, but I do feel pride…
-8-8-8-8-
Next time: Shego and Kim learn more about each other while Sheshona and Doctor Possible have to deal with the mess in Sheshona's room.