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Kim-redeemable
🕑 Added 2024-10-16 19:18:24 +0000 UTCSo sorry for the absence everyone! Here's the result of August's poll!
After being struck by the villainous Electronique's modified Attitudinator, Shego was transformed from ruthless villain into well-meaning hero. In the ensuing battle, one Kim Possible was also impacted by the morality-reversing ray, turning the world's premier teenaged superspy into the greatest threat the world had ever seen.
TW: Mind control, teen.
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Just a few inches to the left and the world might have been saved, that was all it would have taken, but alas, Ron Stoppable could always be counted on to screw things up.
The fight had been over, Electronique had been defeated, Team Go restored to their ‘normal’ ‘good’ selves. Even Shego had been left with her personality reversed, no more an evil supervillainess, but a sweet, helpful hero that was honestly adorable.
Then an errant beam of crimson from the attitudinator had cut through the air thanks to Ron’s meddling, not striking Shego, but the redheaded superspy standing just beside her.
An evil Ron was annoying. An evil Shego was a genuine threat to the world when she was in the mood. An evil Kim Possible? That was practically apocalyptic.
The first weeks had been eerily quiet as the world’s best teenaged superspy simply vanished off the face of the earth. She was a ghost, a shadow. Equipment started vanishing, then people, former allies and enemies and strangers alike all gone without a trace.
Security footage recovered from the site of her disappearance showed Ron and Drakken’s vaporisation. Eye-witnesses in a half-dozen world cities confirmed Shego’s presence at Kim’s side as she appeared and disappeared across the entire planet seemingly at random. Survivors of Electronique’s prison escort talked about a redhead and a green woman leading the massacre and kidnapping their prisoner. The head of GJ was stolen from the heart of her own facility. People ranging from students of Middelton high to the world’s most dangerous criminals disappeared, their only connection being former friendships or rivalries with Kim.
By the time Kim Possible revealed herself again, it was too late for anyone to stop her.
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Kimberly Ann Possible awoke in her luxurious bed with a soft, contented sigh. The silk sheets slid over her naked body like a lover’s hands, the warm morning air brushing her pale skin as the sound of the city drifted through her ears. Her city. Her planet.
Life as Supreme Empress of the planet Earth was so much nicer than being just a basic average girl.
Eyes still closed, she reached out her hands in either direction in a languid stretch, not finding the edges of the bed, or one of her lovers.
She sighed again, this time with annoyance, and raised on hand.
With a snap of her fingers a quiet thrum echoed through the entire building, and soon the clattering of stiletto heels began to echo.
“G… gosh Kimmie, I… I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were awake!” a familiar chipper, albeit nervous voice called out.
Kim’s lips curled and she sat herself up, admiring the blushing green form of Miss Go.
Yes, after being hit by the Attitudinator herself, Shego had been completely transformed from ruthless villainess into a somewhat ditzy, though still capable and dangerous, woman. Kim had quickly fixed that though, both with a few more mind-melting blasts and weeks of intensive ‘training,’ turning goody-two-shoes Miss Go into an obedient and utterly loyal servant. She had made sure to reward Electronique handsomely for reworking the Attitudinator from a simple morality-switching device to a more precise and useful tool too, before turning the weapon on her of course, Kim didn’t leave loose ends.
The pale-green bombshell was dressed in her usual ensemble, her curvaceous upper body squeezed into a tight tan blazer over a rich blue blouse unbuttoned scandalously low to show off her full green cleavage. Her broad hips were snug in a tight, short pencil skirt that only came to her mid-thigh, leaving her long legs bare all the way down to her towering heels.
Miss Go’s eyes were wide, her face twisted into an anxious, yet hopeful expression, the former supervillain clearly desperate to please her mistress.
Kim smiled and raised a single leg, letting the silk slide off her pale body and enjoying how Miss Go’s cheeks blushed green and her big dark eyes widened ever further. “I know a way you can make it up to me.”
Miss Go swallowed and threw down the clipboard she had been clutching, leaping onto the bed and crawling to Kim’s feet.
If there was any hesitation or doubt in the green woman’s head as she pressed her tongue to her teenaged owner’s sole and began to worship her perfectly pedicured flesh, it didn’t show. If anything, Miss Go’s moans and whimpers as she bathed Kim’s foot with her mouth, kissing and licking and sucking on every inch of supple skin she could reach, would have made anyone assume it was all the older girl lived for.
In fairness, it mostly was.
Kim purred and allowed Miss Go to suck and slobber over her feet for a few minutes longer, not minding a bit as her former archnemesis clung to her desperately and lost herself in a toe-sucking trance. She would shower before heading out to survey her blossoming empire anyway, so who cared if her feet were a little spit-shined and lipstick-stained beforehand?
Besides, her favourite pet always looked so happy blushing and moaning down at her heel.
“Gosh… your feet are so cute.” Miss Go mewed, staring up at Kim with adoring eyes. She saw her mistress smile and felt utter delight glow inside her chest, quickly pressing loving kisses to each of Kim’s toes before the girl she was devoted to kicked her away. “O… oh, s… sorry Kimmie, was I doing a bad job?”
“If you were, I’d be punishing you right now.” Kim grinned, squeezing Miss Go’s cheeks between her feet before spreading her legs. Miss Go’s eyes went wide, her face burning and mouth open in a longing pant, as she stared at the pristine pink pussy of her mistress. Kim drank in the expression for a few moments, before curling a single finger. “Get to work.”
“Oh… thank you Miss Kimmie!” Miss Go sighed, eyes twinkling with delight as she crawled between Kim’s thighs and nuzzled her emerald lips to her blushing petals.
Kim bit a finger to stifle her moan of pleasure as Miss Go’s talented green tongue wriggled inside her, crossing her legs behind her slave’s head and nuzzling down into the sheets to enjoy the ride.
Hanging around with Miss Go, even before her change in perspective, had begun to make her question things about herself. Once all morality had been erased from her mind, there had been nothing to hold her back from discovering herself. It was amazing what murdering and enslaving everyone whose opinion you cared about did for a girl’s self-confidence.
So yes, Kim liked girls, to a degree that the only males who ever entered the shining citadel that was her home in the heart of Middleton were the prisoners she would have her minions experiment on, or execute, depending on the day.
Miss Go might have been her favourite, evidenced by how often the green-skinned beauty found herself in Kim’s bed, or under her desk, or anywhere else Kim went, but she was by no means the only woman in Kim’s stable of lesbian lovers.
Almost any pretty woman who crossed Kim’s path was liable to end up with a ‘job’ in her skyscraper home, particularly those with previous relationships with her be it good or not. For example, Kim and Miss Go’s morning fun had not gone unobserved.
In the corner of Kim’s sprawling bedroom, knelt on all fours, gagged and bound, was Bonnie Rockwaller. Kim’s old high school rival lived her life as a piece of art at best, and sentient furniture at worst. Some days Kim would use the once bitchy and mean-spirited girl as a mannequin to assess how her outfits looked before a public appearance, others, like today, Bonnie would be frozen in place, horribly aware of everything around her, but unable to do a thing as Kim used her as a chair, or footstool, or whatever else her vicious mind could dream up.
Bonnie stared out of the corner of her eyes at the bed, watching as Miss Go lovingly devoured Kim’s cunt. Saliva built up behind the red ball gag that had plugged her mouth for the past months, the vibrators that eternally buzzed inside her holes sending throbs of unwanted pleasure through her every second of every day. She hated Kim more than anything she could imagine, but as she was, paralysed and harmless, all she could do was cum and stare at her owner having fun.
There were others too, though few as cruelly tortured, in fact many lived lives of comfort and perverted delight in Kim’s favour. Monique’s position as Kim’s former best friend had saved her from the worst of the Supreme Empress’ sadism, now she lived as Kim’s first lieutenant and occasional bedwarmer. When Kim couldn’t be bothered to collect a new dress or cute top from some distant country, she sent Monique. When she wanted someone dead or an example made, but was too busy with her nails or getting waxed, Monique was her executioner. Miss Go was equal parts secretary and bodyguard, always close at hand to pleasure or defend the Supreme Empress, Monique was a weapon deployed all across the world.
Doctor Ann Possible was the only member of Kim’s family who had been spared in her murderous rise to power, not that she really cared about the loss of her husband and sons anymore. She spent her days keeping Kim’s slaves healthy and powerful, whether it was patching them up after her daughter’s occasional rages or overenthusiastic training sessions, or recklessly experimenting on anyone and anything she could get her hands on. Kim was feared and loved by all those in her employ, Ann was just feared: a beautiful, charming monster of a woman as likely to take her lovers apart as to take them to her bed, if it meant pleasing her megalomaniacal daughter.
Most of Kim’s ‘collection’ were merely sex slaves. Those without special powers or training, or without a particular history with Kim, were trained into total obedience and utter depravity. The only morals that guided the women that smiled and flirted and fucked their lives away in the Empress’ skyscraper was Kim’s will.
There were favourites, of course, for example the lovely Doctor Betty Director, once head of the most powerful crime-fighting organisation in the world, now just a perpetually horny milf who danced and devoured her Empress’ teenaged pussy without a moment’s hesitation. Former global superstars M.C. Honey and Britina had abandoned the spotlight to be perpetual sluts in Kim’s harem, the only singing they did being the squeals and moans of orgasmic bliss that poured from their talented mouths.
Former villains and rivals of Kim filled the halls of her home as well, brainwashed and bubbly, content to fuck their lives away. Electronique was of course chief amongst them, enjoying her ‘reward’ for assisting Kim’s rise to power by being the Empress’ chief ‘gadget’ developer and tester. In reality this boiled down to her creating and testing a never ending flood of sex-toys that she and her fellow brainwashed slaves enjoyed.
Similarly, Camille Leon’s shapeshifting talents had been turned away from villainy, and into whoredom. The bitchy heiress and socialite now using her powers for good, if transforming into whoever or whatever her dozens of other lesbian lovers in Kim’s harem desired could be described as ‘good.’
Warmonga might once have been one of Kim’s deadliest enemies, but now was little more than a musclebound bimbo, happy to use her alien strength and exotic allure to pound her way through her Empress’ harem. The Fashionistas Espadrille and Hoodie’s obsession with clothes had been warped into a joyful nudist lifestyle, one they tried to recruit anyone and everyone they could into, chiefly by fucking their brains out. Summer Gale’s terror at aging out of her profession had been erased by a new life as a milf surrounded by younger girls desperate to pleasure and learn from her. Adrena Lynn didn’t need death-defying stunts to get a thrill anymore, not when there were so many people ready to see how freaky they could get together.
There were too many others to count, more than Kim could name certainly, but only one of them was her favourite.
Kim purred and sat down on Bonnie’s back at her vanity, admiring herself in the mirror. As she indulged her narcissism and basked in the afterglow of Miss Go’s excellent tongue-fucking, her expression grew cold. Behind her, though in clear view of her mirror, Miss Go had picked up a pair of Kim’s silky panties and was clutching them to her face, lashes fluttering with delight as she drank in her owner’s scent without permission.
“Oh Miss Go, you were doing such a great job.” Kim sighed, running her fingers through her silky scarlet hair to fluff it out a little. As she spoke, she reached down into a small drawer in the vanity and pulling out a sleek black gun. “But not good enough. I think it’s time for a change.”
Miss Go’s lower lip quivered as Kim levelled the gun directly between her eyes and smirked at her. “I… I’m sorry Kimmie. I’ll be more fun, I… we… we can go shopping! Or roller-skating! Or… um… I’m sure I can find a new art museum we can go to and add some things to your collection?”
Her tone was pleading, but strangely it seemed like she was more upset at disappointing her mistress than the gun. The reason for this became apparent as Kim clicked her tongue and shook her head. “Sorry, but seeing as I’ll have to clean myself up, I might as well have a workout too.”
A scarlet blast rocketed out of Kim’s gun and washed over Miss Go, knocking her back a few steps on her stilettos. A pained whine escaped the green woman’s lips as she clutched her head, her dark hair falling over her face as she doubled over.
As quickly as it had hit, the beam dissipated, and Miss Go straightened up. Kim smirked, completely unbothered, as her submissive plaything swept her hair out of her furious face, and leapt snarling towards her.
“You brat!” Shego growled, a bolt of emerald energy flying from her fist as she threw a punch hard enough to take the teenager’s head clean off if it connected.
It didn’t.
Kim sidestepped and grabbed Shego’s arm, twisting and hauling the older woman off her feet and bringing her crashing down onto the floor.
Instantly, Shego spun and lashed out with her legs, kicking Kim in the ribs and knocking her back. With an athletic flip, she was back on her feet, once again charging her redheaded mistress with fists glowing and teeth gnashed.
“I… hate… being… her!” Shego spat, punching a crater into the floor where Kim had been standing, the lithe redhead leaping aside just a second before she could strike. “Stop using that fucking ray on me!”
“But you’re so cute!” Kim cooed, dodging another trio of blasts from Shego before sweeping her legs out from under her. “You never blush like she does when I tease you.”
Shego snarled and tried to leap back to her feet, only for Kim’s shins to clap down on either side of her wrist as the redhead rolled over her back, grabbed her free hand in both of hers, and pulled on both sides with all her strength.
“Whugh!” was all Shego could say as all of Kim’s weight forced her flat on her face, her arms forced to spread wide as Kim locked her in place.
“I wanted a workout, Shego.” Kim teased, “You’re not losing on purpose, are you?”
“You… stupid… cheerleader… bitch!” Shego spat, straining as best she could against her mistress’ hold, but not making any progress. “Don’t make me fry you!”
“You couldn’t if you triiied.” Kim mocked in a sing-song voice, tugging Shego’s arms out just a little and making the green woman hiss with pain. “Come on Shego, you’re older than me, you’re stronger than me… can’t you escape?”
“Get… off!”
“Is the big bad supervillain helpless?”
“Fuck you!”
Kim laughed and released Shego, kicking her flat onto her face and hopping onto her feet.
As Shego rose up onto her knees, Kim’s fingers sank into her hair and gripped her scalp tight, drawing a humiliated hiss from her lips. Her dark eyes scowled up at Kim as she was forced to stare up at her, black lip quivering angrily even as arousal flushed through her at Kim’s smirk.
“You’re lucky you’re cute, minion.” Kim cooed, drawing Shego’s face against her pussy and petting her head. “C’mon, give mistress a kiss and I’ll let you keep your brain for the rest of the day.”
Shego glowered, lips already pressed against Kim’s warm, wet petals but refusing to open until at last her gaze broke away from her owner’s and she meekly extended her tongue into Kim’s delicious pinkness.
Kim purred and guided Shego deeper, enjoying her favourite plaything’s talented tongue and daydreaming about which nation she would most like to see turned into her personal shopping mall.
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