"Get up you slut!" Growled a man's harsh voice. A boot followed the voice, hard, steel toed, and ruthless. "I said get up!"
Pain. That was all she knew. Pain in her guts. Pain in her arm as the needle was ripped out. Pain between her legs. The worst was in her head, though. She felt herself being hauled up to her feet and thrown against the wall. Now she was cold and in pain.
Blearily, she looked down, blinking, trying to get her eyes working. Dirty shirt over small breasts and a scrawny chest. She hated her small breasts. Everyone always had bigger breasts than hers, and now they'd shrunk down even more. She could see her legs, scrawny things, unshaven with little red hairs growing out. Disgusting. She'd have never let that happen...before...
Before...
Before made her think. Remember. She didn't like to remember. Remembering was bad. Remembering hurt.
A meaty hand shoved her back against the wall and she lashed out. Twisted. Muscles screamed in her body that hadn't been used in ages, ripping and tearing. Then bones snapped. Not her bones though. A man's burly scream came after.
A club struck her across the head, making the fog worse, the pain worse. She lashed out again, hitting the man attacking her. He went away. Two more replaced him. Someone was screaming for back up.
She could do this. She could fight them off. She'd fought them off in the past. Men. Big men, burly men. Soldiers of fortune and common thugs, she'd fought them all and won.
Before...
He flashed in her mind. So average looking. Dark hair and beard. Grey eyes. A saber. A monster. Her vision filled with slavering, hungering maws and horrible, terrible whispers and she fell to her knees, screaming. Always screaming. Screaming until she could silence him.
Desperately she scrabbled around the floor, looking for the needle, a needle, any needle. Even a bottle would do. Anything, anything to silence him, make him go away. She didn't even hear herself screaming anymore.
"Oh Archleone! Oh roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour! Roam the abyssal lands! The world is your prey! Slake thy thirst in wells of blood made by your own fangs!" She screamed again and again. The words tumbled mindlessly out of her mouth, mimicking the horrible, floating, waving maws that filled her mind. The man's mouth peeled back, splitting from ear to ear in a Glasgow grin filled with shark teeth, his eyes vanished, leaving hungering maws where the sockets should be.
She felt her hand close around something and she dragged it into her vision. There. A needle. There was still some precious inside. She tried to jab it into her arm, but maws grabbed her. They dragged her arm away as she screamed, begged, pleaded, for the needle to go in and make him go away. Clubs beat her. Hands stripped away her salvation, her protection, and bound her. The man, the beast, filled her mind. She fought until she could fight no more, then lay there sobbing.
Someone grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up. He was nothing more than a haze in front of her. She tried weakly to bite at him, spit at him, anything to make him go away.
"Holy shit," a different man said. "I think I recognize her."
"Sure rookie," another said. "You walk this beat long enough, you recognize all these whores."
"No man, you don't get it," rookie said as blackness started to take her. "This is Kim Fucking Possible!"
AN:
It's been a long road, getting from there to here...
This is not the first sequel I wrote for Steel Leashes. Back when I first wrote Steel Leashes, I was in a rough place, mostly because I thought I was dying. I had a story idea that refused to go away and I wanted to leave something behind in case that was the end for me. So I pounded it out, making it the second novel I had ever written (the first was the original Blackwolf Saga novel years before), and shortly after I finished it I wrote Steel Leashes II, set six years down the line. I was happy enough with it, and I mentioned it while publishing Steel Leashes, with the plan being that I would publish it after I had published the first Blackwolf Saga novel.
Plans did not go according to plans. I ended up rewriting the Blackwolf #1 about six times and to this day I haven't really finished with it. But, after six rewrites I was getting frustrated, wanting to do something else, so I did. I wrote Blackwolf #2...then #3...and before I knew it (along with rewriting some of them), I had written the better part of twelve Blackwolf Saga novels. Somewhere along the way I wrote a dozen short stories...an erotic romance novel...four novellas...five Star Wars novels...things...might have gotten out of hand.
Along the way I started this novel, Steel Bridles. The shared universe I was building between Kim Possible and The Blackwolf Saga changed during the course of writing all those novels, and I'd like to think my skills as a writer improved. One of the benefits of a single person's perspective in the story is that you can really dig into what they're thinking and feeling while maintaining some mystery to the world. One of the downsides is that you don't always know what other characters are thinking. Steel Leashes was Shego's story, about a villain losing everything and finding herself again because of it. This one is Kim's, because I wanted to explore what would happen to a hero who experienced much the same thing, but after facing something far worse. Plus, since Steel Leashes was about puppy play, I could make this one about ponyplay and that seemed to suit Kim.
If you liked Steel Leashes, it is my hope that you also enjoy this story. That being said, it is still a crossover with the Blackwolf Saga, so you if you did not enjoy those characters, well...they're still here. If you did enjoy them, then hopefully I have made their part in this story better that it was the last time.
As a final note...it is going to be very difficult to post this story on FF.N. AO3 is, of course, getting the uncensored and complete version of this story because they'll let pretty much anything go. FF.N's policy on "adult content" is as vague as it is strictly enforced, and since I wrote the uncensored version fist this time...and a lot of key moments happen around the more adult moments...I honestly have no clue as to how I'm going to make it 'SFW' while preserving the story. While I could simply blame FF.N for its complete and utter lack of clarity on what they do and do not allow (and I do), I will admit that this difficulty is in part based on my own level of skill. I am better than I was, but I still am not a master, so we'll have to see what happens with this story getting posted on FF.N. I'll post it here as I can, but it will get regular updates on AO3 (hopefully). Sorry for the inconvenience.