Quart. You are exactly right this is an abusive relationship. Kim does not love Shego she is going through the motions of protect herself from her abusive controlling and violent kidnapper. This has never been a real BDSM relationship it has been from the start the horrific breaking of Kim Possible in response to her attempted murder of Shego. I do believe Shego loves Kim in a very unhealthy controlling way. She gets off on seeing the pain she causes Kim. And knowing she is hurting her and killing her like she tried to kill her.
The room was quiet and she was warm and comfortable. Very warm , but her bedmate had an unnaturally high body heat. Those strong hot hands wandered over her body. She could feel the sharp black claws pressing into the fleshy part of her ass. It was a familiar feeling. Shego had always been mildly obsessed with that part of her. She liked touching it and she liked biting it. Kim was certain it was one of Shego's favorite parts of her body. The redhead was also enamored and amazed by Shego's body. It was powerful and sculpted. She was tall at a full four or five inches taller than Kim.
Kim planted kisses on Shego's collar bone feeling the way the heat of her felt against her lips and it was then that she noticed Shego's eyes were open. It was familiar and different this time as well.
"That was sweet, Princess," Shego said. She took a tighter grip on Kim pulling the smaller woman into the curves of her body. And then she kissed the very tip of Kim's nose. "You remember this, don't you? You remember fucking me? Remember a few days ago in the bathtub? Didn't I make you cum?"
"Yes," Kim said quietly. She didn't meet the gleaming green eyes. But she felt Shego's hands wandering again to flutter between her legs. "I bet your little girlfriend who was babysitting you couldn't do that for you. Would you like me to fuck you, Kimmie? If you promise to be good I will. I'd make you feel so good. You've been very good and I think you deserve it but I want you to tell me you want me. You're going to have to tell me that I'm better than your little blonde bimbo bitch. " It was petty and controlling and it was what Shego wanted so Kim nodded and said, "Yes, You're better than her. I want you to fuck me."
"Good girl, Kimmie, I want you to tell me you like what I do to you. I want you to tell me exactly how much better it feels when I'm the one making you feel good. You're already getting wet, Princess. Good girl you're supposed to want me. I like that you haven't forgotten."
Bonnie whistled as she saw the first of their new troops. St. Claire was not shirking quality for the first of their American clients. Their armor and gear was impressive. Several varieties were being unloaded light armor for hand to hand combat. Batons and tazers were being moved by the crate. This was already turning into a huge operation. The villain world was about to go into a state of collapse. The Latina turned around heading back into the building when she heard a television as she passed by.
The business world is in uproar over the arrest of the multimillionaire shipping- and transport mogul 'Jack Frederick Hench' in a raid. There have long been rumors of the business man's involvement in black market provisioning. The raid uncovered years worth of files and manifestos as well as the locations of several caches of illegal weapons. Arresting officers say this was far above the scale they anticipated and that this arrest will cripple the villain and criminal communities. They expect a swift unanimous conviction with the overwhelming evidence. And there are rumors that, perhaps in order to mitigate his charges. Jack will provide information to the local authorities.
Bonnie smiled as She saw Shego filing her nails in front of a slick flat screen monitor. She looked comfortable, sitting cross-legged in the chair. The Latina didn't see Kim. But she really didn't care about Kim.
"Everything going according to plan?" The green woman asked as the news channel went on to a mindless commercial about Brittina's upcoming tour with her new husband Zack, a skinny drummer.
"No problem, it took the cops a day to circle up and swoop down on Jack, the in-terror-net is already losing its collective shit. A lot of villains are going underground, especially the ones who were getting their tech and weapons from Jack. He's going to be in fed for illegal weapons dealing and black market smuggling for a minute. He's going to try to kill you."
"Pussies have never scared me. I've got one I know how they work. He'd have to get out first and he'd have to find out it was me who sunk him. He's got a list of enemies a mile long. He'd start with stupid girls he fucked and then didn't pay off."
"This was brilliant, why has no one thought of it before? I mean you crippled the villain community in a matter of days. You've pretty much given what's her face a monopoly on super weapons and illegal arms dealings. The prices will be ridiculous."
"Yes the prices will be ridiculous for everyone but us. Perks of being an original investor. Supervillains tend to suffer from the problem of never having been common criminals. They were doctors, scientists, lawyers and shit like that. They can't think outside the box like that. They make it too complicated. Go and keep everything in line for me we have a lot of work to do."
Bonnie nodded and left Shego there filing the sharp points of her nails. Shego spun around in her big boss chair and looked at the screens. She tapped a button on her screen and there was her broken little Kimmie on the screen just sitting. She looked lost and wrong without her there. Just like she should. She couldn't be too attached she had to keep Kim needing her. Very simple. That had been her mistake the first time. "Good Night, Kimmie, Sweet dreams, see you in the morning."
Kim felt dirty she felt like she needed a hot bath, a few of them. She was scared and she felt tainted. It was hard to just be alone with her thoughts it was easier when she could just focus on Shego. She didn't have to think of her family... of Tara or of Bonnie. The Latina girl had obviously recognized her but they hadn't spoken since the work had been started the work they had told her absolutely nothing about. Kim fidgeted trying to maintain her composure in the stifling little room. She had been good, Shego certainly wouldn't leave her in here again, she couldn't leave her in there again. She had to come and get her again. She had been good she had done exactly what Shego had wanted. Her therapist had said that was normal it was what people did in this situation she didn't have to be upset or feel bad about it. She had told her not to blame herself for being to weak to escape to run away from her kidnapper. She should be trying to break down the door she might not be at her peak anymore but she was still a good bit stronger and fitter than the average twenty-two year old woman. She should be screaming fighting making it hard at least. But instead she was just lazily sitting and thinking things that hurt. She had let Shego touch her. She had allowed Shego to do things to her, to tease her and she had spread her legs like a filthy shameless whore... and the worst part was that she had kissed Shego first. She had been snuggling her and kissing her. She had never agreed with the pretty doctor when she said it wasn't her fault. Shego had imprisoned her because of what she had done to her so it totally was her fault she couldn't honestly say she didn't deserve what was happening to her.
Emory leaned back in the spacious seat of her first class seat. She had a pair of dark shades over her eyes. She ignored the people staring at her in her. She was used to it. She exuded something that made people look. She was excited about her trip to meet her newest business partner. The woman was brilliant and she was quite infamous even in Europe. Especially in France and Spain, She was most intrigued by the plan this Shego had relayed to her through the webmistress. And she was even more impressed that this Shego had managed to defeat The Kim Possible. Emory had been blessed enough to not have a confrontation with that particular heroine. She was quite excited to be working with such a talented individual. She had never had much luck with partnerships herself. They had always ended badly with her having to be violent in ways she did not enjoy. There were unnecessary risk this; Madame St. Claire could honestly say was the first time she was not dreading a collaborative effort. Her command of the black market was secured before the business had even begin. She was basically getting free publicity under the table as well. She wondered what her new business associate was planning, this meeting promised to be exciting. But there would always be opposition. She was going to have to gauge the readiness of this primary investor.