Sweet Dreams, Kimmie - Part Two
Usual disclaimers: Disney owns the Kim Possible universe, and Catrlgirl owns her stories.
Chapter One: Wreckage
"So my end of it is to arrange shipping?" In her heels, Emory was an inch taller than Shego, but the green woman dominated nonetheless. Bonnie was there as well, but neither of the primaries in the meeting paid any attention to her. The tan woman seethed at this, but was wise enough to know that she should be quiet and accept it.
"Not just shipping." Shego gestured at the maps on the monitors in her office. "We're going to take over the supply of rubidium and the three other rare earths that are required to make modern telecom systems. Not outwardly, of course. There are only a few sources of some of those metals, and we will convince the existing mines to reduce their recorded output. We will, ah, redirect some of the unofficial output to our own firms. You'll have to set up those companies, and much of your investment will be in the initial financing of them." She grinned, the way a shark grins. "Some of those mines are in unstable countries. We might have to stop a couple of small wars. We might have to start a couple. We'll see."
"Señor Senior will contribute to the financing and development of the companies. Bonnie represents him." Shego gestured at the young woman, and Bonnie and Emory nodded to each other. "My friend Spider will see to it that money flows smoothly, and without leaving the usual traces." Two clicks from a speaker were the hacker's acknowledgment. "You need not just to handle transport, but to hide the origin and movement of the metals. In two years, when ShimmerTech is the only reliable supplier of communications and switching equipment, we will be not only very, very rich - none of us are exactly starving as it is - we will be the most powerful women on the planet. Because we will have our fingers on the button that can turn off the world's communications."
"ShimmerTech?" The black woman's eyebrows rose.
Shego smiled easily. "Shego and Emory kind of glide together as 'shimmery', don't they? It's just a name for planning you don't like it, we'll change it." Flattery might not get you everywhere, but it never hurts.
The other laughed. "No, it's good. And we'll need several companies to hide this, anyway, so we might as well use it. If all the other companies start having supply problems, and only one avoids them, there will be all kinds of investigations. The ones from western countries we can handle. When the Russians and the Chinese start sending their 'special' investigators, well, that can get kind of nasty."
"And insights like that is why I work with you. We'll pay a little bit of tribute, enough to keep the Triads and the Tongs at bay. They don't want to go up against me, but they have to do something to save face. It's better, at least at the beginning, to do business with them. If they get demanding, I'll have to speak with them."
"And the Russian gangs? They are somewhat less civilized."
"They might be a problem. They are not used to being bested by women. And their leaders can be stupid. But we will deal with that when it becomes a problem. We can hope it doesn't, but if it does, well, I've been getting bored with no one to beat up."
Emory gave a neutral smile. "I'm sure that between Russian gangs and African warlords, you'll have enough excitement." She paused. "Speaking of which, you've had a little recently, haven't you?"
"Ah, yes. You mean the dust-up with Jack? Or do you mean when my pet ran away last year?" Only polite interest showed on the elegant black woman's face. "Hench will blather and threaten, but it's meaningless. As for the other, well, she came back. She knows where she belongs." The villain pressed a button on the panel below the display screens. "Come to the office for a moment, Pumpkin."
A few seconds later, Kimmie walked into the control room. She was wearing thin, light green shorts and a plain white tee shirt, with nothing under either, because that's what had been left out for her that morning. She glanced nervously at Bonnie, who gave her only a scornful glance. She looked at Shego for direction, her head slightly down, and Shego nodded towards the strange black woman.
"Pumpkin, this is Miss Emory. Say hello to Miss Emory."
Kimmie looked at the new person. She saw a tall, very well-built woman of African descent. The woman's deep eyes were intelligent, and considered her without emotion.
"Hello, Miss Emory."
"She's beautiful, isn't she, Pumpkin?" There was a teasing note in Shego's voice.
"Yes, Shego." Kimmie was nervous. Was Shego interested in Emory? That would not be good. Was Emory interested in her? She did not want to follow that thought, and so she didn't.
"Go back to your room, Kimmie. I'll see you later," Shego dismissed her, and the redhead turned and walked away. Bonnie gave a quiet snort of derision, earning a sharp glance from her boss. Emory looked slightly amused.
"That's the great Kim Possible?"
"That's my Kimmie," the villain replied, with emphasis. "She won't be causing anyone any more trouble."
~o~o~o~
Emory stayed for dinner with Shego and Bonnie. She was offered hospitality for the night, but declined. She had her own local sources for her indulgences, or perhaps she did not yet trust her new business partners. It didn't matter. It meant that Shego was at loose ends, and she called for Kimmie. The young woman now stood behind a chair in Shego's suite, massaging her mistress's shoulders.
"What did you think of Emory, Pumpkin?"
Kimmie did not know what Shego wanted to hear. "She seems very competent."
"Do you think she'll make a good partner?" The older woman put a little stress on the last word, making the redhead wonder just what she meant.
"I don't know." She really didn't. She hadn't thought about it. It wasn't the sort of thing that she thought about any longer.
"Do you think she's pretty, Kimmie?" A light, teasing tone.
"She's very pretty."
"Does she make you wet? Do you want her to touch you, the way I touch you?"
"No. I only want you to touch me."
"That's good, Kimmie. I'm the only one for you. The only one who could want a murderer like you." Kimmie swallowed. She felt the guilt, and the gratitude that Shego still wanted her.
"Are you wet now, Pumpkin?"
"Yes."
"Why, Pumpkin? Because you're a little slut?"
"Because I'm touching you, Shego."
"Show me, slut. Come around here and show me." The redhead walked around Shego's chair and stood in front of her. "Take off your clothes, Kimmie. Show me that wet cunt." She was still wearing only the thin cotton shorts and tee shirt. They came off quickly, with only a slight blush. I shouldn't be such a little slut for her. But her body responded, her nipples hardening. Shego reached forward and fondled the trimmed thatch between Kimmie's legs. Kimmie moaned slightly, parting her thighs for the invading fingers.
"Do you think about me at night? Do you think about me and touch yourself?" Shego's tone was mocking as Kimmie rocked her hips into the green fingers teasing her.
"No. I don't... Aahh..."
"Why not, Kimmie?"
"Because- Because you're not there."
Shego smirked. That's right, Kimmie. There's nothing for you if I'm not there. I'm all that matters to you now. "I'm here now, Kimmie. Show me. Show me what a slut you are for me."
The redhead blushed until her face nearly matched her hair. This was new. She had never masturbated in front of anyone. She had not masturbated at all for years. It had taken months for her to even respond passively to Tara. Now, once Shego had taken her back, her sexuality belonged totally to the villain. If Shego wasn't with her, she waited until she was.
Hesitantly, she brought her fingers to her crotch. She let them slide over her slick lips, spreading her knees. Her eyes closed, and she tried to concentrate on the feelings, knowing she was being watched. She wanted to please her mistress. She wanted to put on a good show.
"Lie down, slut. Lie down and make yourself come. I want to see it. Maybe I'll let you touch me like that later."
Kimmie lay on the hardwood floor and thrust two fingers into herself. She thought about Shego. She thought she should feel ashamed, but she didn't. She thought only about Shego and making her happy. Driving her fingers harshly into herself, she ground up against her own hand until, gasping, she groaned out her owner's name.
"Sheee Goh..."
~o~o~o~
Kimmie followed Shego along the stone wall surrounding the compound. Shego was in her catsuit, this version made of a nonreflective material that was remarkably hard to see in the darkness. Kimmie wore lightweight black jeans and tennis shoes, her hair pulled back. A black tee shirt made her nearly invisible. Bonnie brought up the rear, a gun in her hand. She wore a skirt, the holster under it. She moved well, but next to Shego and the redhead she seemed clumsy and noisy.
"Put the gun away," Shego murmered. "You can't move well with it in your hand." The woman scowled, but complied. In some unimportant corner of her mind, Kimmie had been thinking Bonnie was silly for having the weapon out, but Bonnie liked guns. Kimmie herself carried no weapons or equipment. She was there because it amused Shego that she be there.
She didn't know, exactly, where they were. It was hot, even at night, and the vegetation suggested central Africa. But she didn't care, really, where they were. If Shego wanted her to know, Shego would tell her. If Shego did not want her to know, then she did not need to know.
In the few weeks since she and Emory had set their scheme in motion, Shego had been gone several times. At first, the trips had been almost daily, but in the last three weeks she had left only twice. Each time, she returned with a glow of satisfaction, and from her comments Kimmie gathered that she had imposed her will violently on recalcitrant business partners. This was the first time she had brought Kimmie along on a criminal outing since they had invaded Hench's offices.
"We go over the wall here. We stay quiet. There will be guards. We avoid the guards. We get into the house."
Shego leapt up, flipping a flexible strap over the top of the twelve-foot wall. As the weighted end went over, she touched the button on the end she held and the strap went rigid, forming a hook. She easily pulled herself up to the top. The traditional broken glass was embedded in the concrete atop the foot-thick stone, but her reinforced soles ignored it. She dropped a line to the other two. Kim came up first, and without pausing at the top went on to drop on the other side. Shego lowered Bonnie beside her, and then soundlessly dropped to join them. She flipped the strap loose and, smirking, looped it thrice around Kimmie's waist, where it stayed.
Inside the wall, the grounds were lit by spotlights mounted on the house, but the decorative vegetation was thick where they had entered. There were guards, but they would be lazy and inattentive. It was two o'clock in the morning, they were tired, and nobody would break in here, after all. Everyone knew who owned the house. The three women moved smoothly and easily beween patches of shadow and the cover of trees until they were at the house. It took Shego less than fifteen seconds to open the front door.
"Bonnie. Alarm." At the whispered command, Bonnie slipped to the wall and found the alarm cutoff exactly where Spider had said it would be. The hacker had been able to eliminate outside communication, but the contact and timer alarm was too simple to have any external vulnerabilities. The installation location had been recorded by the alarm firm, however, and those records were open to the internet.
The trio climbed the entryway stairs and slipped silently down the hall. Light appeared around a door, despite the hour. The door was ajar, and Shego opened it and walked through to see a very large man reclining in a very large bed. He was running to fat, but was still clearly very strong. He looked up in amazement as the women entered.
"Don't touch that button, and don't yell," Shego ordered. "Put your hands on the sheets. I want to see them."
"Why should I do what you say?" The man tried to sound as if he were in charge, but the tightness in his voice revealed his fear. His eyes flicked nervously among the women. Bonnie stood with her gun once more in hand, Kimmie a quiet presence just behind her.
"You've heard of me, haven't you?" Shego walked towards the bed. "You know who I am." She swirled her hand in the air, letting it glow slightly.
"You are the assassin Shego! I am not afraid of you!" Nobody in the room believed the obvious lie.
"Perhaps you should be. It might be better for you.
"Three weeks ago, you got an offer to sell some of your mine output. You refused. You need to re-think that decision." Shego stopped a pace away from the frightened man. "I'm sure your replacement would see the wisdom in the offer you turned down."
"It was not an offer! I was told what I should do! I do not take orders!"
"Yes, well, consider this a renewal of the offer. You will send thirty per cent of the output of your Ghesanna mine to Emshego Holdings, starting tomorrow. The price will be ninety per cent of the original offer. Everything will be off the books."
"I will not do this!"
"Yes, you will. Or your successor will-"
"Doudou?" The voice was small, feminine, uncertain. A naked teenaged girl walked from an adjoining room, a questioning look on her face, and Bonnie spun, bringing up her gun hand. Kim reacted immediately, some long-hidden instinct causing her to block Bonnie's hand. The surprised woman yanked the trigger, the bullet going into the floor at the girl's feet. The girl jumped back in panic and dropped to a crouch, turning away and pulling into a ball in the corner, shivering in fear.
"Shit!" Shego snarled at Bonnie. "I told you to put the gun away. When I want you to kill someone, I'll tell you." She turned to Kimmie. "And you, you stupid cunt. I didn't tell you to do anything. You nearly got that little whore killed. Get to the end of the hall, both of you, and call the hover."
Shego stepped over to the man on the bed. Letting her plasma flare on one hand, she grabbed his face with the other. "Do as I told you. I don't want to have to come back." She stepped away, following the two others. They had already opened the window at the end of the hall, and the three of them stepped out into a cloaked hoverpod. The Hench at the controls, a former Russian special forces operative, was calm and collected as he piloted them away, the guards still trying to organize a response to the gunshot they had heard.
~o~o~o~
You are the assassin, Shego!
When I want you to kill someone, I'll tell you.
You nearly got that little whore killed.
Kimmie sat in her room, in the dark. She did not move. Her mind whirled. Assassin, kill someone, killed.
You are the assassin, Shego! Was Shego an assassin? Had that been what she was doing on those recent trips? Was she killing people?
You nearly got that little whore killed!
She was going to kill someone else. She knew it. She would be with Shego, and something would happen, and she would get somebody else killed. She had killed Ron. She had tried to kill Shego. She was a murderer. She would always be a murderer. People died around her.
She would be with Shego, and people would die. With Shego, and people would die. She belonged with Shego. People would die.
Kimmie was a murderer. People would die. Shego was an assassin. Kimmie needed Shego. People would die.
When I want you to kill someone, I'll tell you.
Shego would tell Bonnie to kill, and Bonnie would kill. Kimmie knew Bonnie would kill. Kimmie would let Bonnie kill.
Kimmie could not think any longer. She could not stop thinking. She had to stop thinking.
Kimmie focused on Shego. She belonged with Shego. Shego knew her for what she was. She did not deserve anything else. She had tried to kill Shego. She wanted Shego. She was a filthy, murdering slut. Only with Shego did she have a place. Shego defined her. She could not live without Shego.
You are the assassin, Shego!
Kimmie had learned, over the many months, how to not think. She forced the thoughts from her mind. She focused on Shego. She thought about masturbating for Shego. She thought about her legs wide apart, her fingers moving in herself. She remembered how hard her nipples had felt. She thought of how she must have looked. Focusing on how pleased Shego had been with her, she finally slept.