Dark Mistress
Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.
Warning: This story contains sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.
The story is KiAnGo. (And More) If you find this offensive, please don't read further.
Important Note: This story is the sequel to “The Middleton Pact - Redux.” If you don't read that first, you will be very confused.
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, well you just might find
You get what you need
- The Rolling Stones
CHAPTER 19: The Cat's Out of the Bag.
Kim lay snuggled between her wive's naked bodies. It was still in the early hours of the morning, and she knew she needed to sleep as they were. Her mind had other ideas. She was still getting used to her new, and wonderfully deviant, sexual desires. Desires she'd put to use, first with Betty, then her mom, then again later with her mom and Shego before they were finally satisfied. It had been a busy evening.
Not that sex had consumed the entire time. She'd still managed to get most of the revolution planned out. Take reports from her mom and Shego on how the demonstrations had gone, and check out how things were going in the old lair.
When she'd called to check on how the villains were settling in, she'd discovered something that she hadn't consciously taken notice of before. Yori and Barry had obviously fallen in love with each other. That they had tried so had to hide it while they gave their report was a dead give away. Every time their eyes met, Kim could almost see little hearts dancing in the air around them. She knew they were probably afraid to come out and tell her since Yori belonged to her, body and soul. She'd let them stew for a while before she told them she not only didn't mind, but was happy for them. It was a given, of course, Yori was and always would be hers too. Kim had never had a problem with sharing.
As for the villains, the news had been mixed. Most of them were willing to listen to her pitch. There had been a few exceptions though. Both Electronique and Dr. Cranium, as Barry had predicted, were out. It wasn't a big loss. They'd been given their money and sent on their way. Kim kept her promises. Besides, they'd come in handy later, even if they didn't know it now.
There was one other that rejected the proposal. Neither Barry or Yori would have seen it coming, but Kim wasn't surprised. Kim was not one of Adrena Lynn's favorite people. Just the mention of the name Possible had been enough to set the extreme teen off. She too had been sent on her merry way, at least that was what the rest of the villains thought. In actuality, on Kim's orders, the little bitch was shackled in a secure room awaiting her new life. Kim owed her mommy a new test subject.
Thoughts of test subjects turned Kim's mind to another blonde, Tara. Anne had been reluctant to tell her daughter what had been done to the girl by Bonnie. Kim still had to smile at the shocked look on her mother's face when Kim had busted out laughing at the news. While it was true, if things had been the way her mother thought they were, Kim would have been extremely pissed off. That wasn't the case though.
What Anne didn't know was the reality of Tara. Kim knew. All the time Kim had known the blonde, she'd struggled to fit in. She had to work and strain to keep up her grades. It wasn't that she was stupid, far from it in fact. It was just difficult for her to want to do it. Socially, she'd clung to Bonnie, emulating her as well as she could. Even joining the Fashion Police had been another way to hide her true self. To fit in. Bonnie had done what she was supposed to. She'd helped Tara get over what happened in Dementor's lair. She'd loosened up her moral stance, bringing her into the fold of evil. But the best thing Bonnie did, was give Tara the freedom to be herself. A stereotypical blonde bimbo.
Kim had known for years the truth behind Tara's facade. For years, she'd helped the girl maintain that facade. It sickened her now that she thought back on how she'd helped oppress her friend in the name of good. She'd pushed Tara to be something she wasn't, all the while thinking it was the best thing for her. Her 'Kimness' hadn't let her see how wrong it was. Now, thanks to Bonnie, Tara could be her true self. A party girl and unabashed slut, who enjoyed having fun in any way she could get it.
What did concern Kim was Bonnie. The last person she would have thought who'd be nice enough to help Tara out that way. From what her mom had found out, Bonnie had dipped into the drug herself. Used it to make herself actually care enough to help a friend. Maybe Bonnie had finally figured out she too had inner demons that needed to be dealt with. Kim knew how Bonnie was treated at home from the time she'd been bonded to her. If she'd had sisters like that, she'd have committed murder long ago. The Tweebs, though a pain in the butt at times, weren't anywhere near as bad as Bonnie's sisters. Kim would have to talk to Bonnie about what she'd done, but if she really had taken it upon herself to change, perhaps Kim could do something nice for her in return.
Kim's thoughts drifted to the demonstrations she'd missed due to her punishment. She'd really wanted to be there to see how thing's had gone. Shego had given her all the details, but it wasn't the same. Thankfully Ricardo had used his surveillance system to record everything. She'd be able to peruse it all later at her leisure. What mattered was, both Porter and Smarty had accepted their proposals in full.
Soon the world would be flooded with snack food containing the various serums created by her mother. The people of the earth would never know that with each bite they took, they would be altering the human race forever. Kim's altruistic, goody-goody former self would have been in favor of it for the immediate results alone. Now Kim simply thought of it as a minor benefit to the long term results she was using it to achieve.
The same went for the Genetic Manipulator Shego had demonstrated. Like the Genetic Healer, that would be sold to hospitals worldwide, it was a modified version of the Genetic Zipper. Instead of only having the ability to heal, the Manipulator only had the ability to change what was already there on a genetic level. Once it was installed in every Smarty Mart in the world, people would, for a reasonably affordable price, be able to change themselves in ways they'd only dreamed of.
Don't like the color of your eyes, hair or skin? No problem. A spin in the manipulator and you could have any color you wanted. Height and body shape? Also no problem. Practically anything that genetics determined could be changed. Even gender. No longer would people have to settle with what they'd been born to be. Like the serums, the Manipulator would change everything.
Add to that the vehicles designed by Motor Ed and the Tweebs, and the devices Drakken and Wade were working on, and the world would be in for drastic change. Change that would lay the groundwork for her plan.
Kim smiled at the thought as she drifted towards sleep with her mother drooling on her breast and Shego snoring in her ear. Her next to last thought before sleep encompassed her, was to wonder if Shego knew she snored? Her final thought was, that if not, she wasn't going to be the one dumb enough to tell her.
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(September 10th 2007, 8:05 am)
The bright morning sunlight did little to alleviate the chill in the air. Will Du pulled the collar of his jacket closed and wondered why he was sitting in the outdoor dining area of the Middleton Bueno Nacho. He looked across the table at the man he'd come here to meet. Ron Stoppable was in the process of devouring a breakfast burrito, his second in the two minutes since they'd sat down.
With a queasy feeling in his stomach, Will tried to ignore the contents of the tray in front of him. Overcooked eggs, refried beans and Jalapenos in a flour tortilla? Not his idea of a good breakfast. Especially when sitting in the cold, with the happy and warm diners inside the restaurant easily seen through the nearby windows. “Alright Stoppable. I assume you didn't call me this morning just so I could freeze my ass off watching you eat. You said it was important we talk, so talk.”
Ron really hadn't been very hungry this morning. He hadn't even Grande-sized his breakfast. The food was more an excuse to put his thoughts in order. He could feel the distrust and disdain emanating in waves from Du. The feeling was mutual. Neither man really liked the other, they never had. Even now, the phrase 'bad road' kept popping into his head. Things were different now. It was time to try to put their animosity aside. If they could.
He swallowed the last bite. “Chill out dude. It is important. Look, we're not best buds, I get that. I can guess how you feel after what happened yesterday morning. If I were in your shoes, I'd probably feel the same. But the fact is, I'm not the only one who screwed up. We were all taken in. All of us. It's worse than we imagined. My team dug up some info last night that proves how badly we were all deceived.”
For a moment, Ron eyed the third burrito on his tray. He was tempted to start on it in a desperate attempt to put off the rest of the conversation. He plunged on instead. “We were played. Kim's evil conspiracy is bigger and deeper than we thought.”
He went on to explain how James Possible, Vivian Porter, even Wade and Monique were connected. He paused when he got to the last bit of information. The part that would really sting. “You know how, after the whole Ninja thing, the Council thought Dr. Director was working with Kim?”
Will shook his head. “She was cleared, you know that. Damn it man! You saw what those sickos did to her!”
Ron slammed his fist on the table. “Think! Think about all the stuff Kim's done to deceive us. Think about what happened at the Council meeting. What Dr. Director said, what she did. Don't you see? She was leading us on the whole time!”
Will crossed his arms across his chest. His long standing dislike of Stoppable made him distrust what he was being told. He did think back to the final Council meeting. Maybe to Ron it seemed like things weren't on the up and up with Dr. Director. Maybe it was his attempt to foist the blame for what happened onto somebody else. “I can understand you are upset about what happened, but all you have is supposition to go on. There is no evidence to support what you are saying. In fact, there's plenty to disprove it.”
Ron stifled the urge to choke Will Du. Instead, he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and dug out some folded papers. He began laying them out on the table. “Make the connections. Wade is working for Kim. He signed over control of NRI to Dr. P., here's the official document showing the change in control of the company. Why would he do that if Dr. P. wasn't on Kim's side?”
Will looked the paper over. “Fine. I'll give you that, but it still doesn't prove...”
Ron shoved another paper forward. “Just look. NRI is the parent company of Global Security. It's right there in black and white. If she wasn't a part of it, why is Betty Director the head of GS?”
It was there. Will couldn't deny it. Still, his mind rebelled against believing it. “No. You got wrong information somehow. That wouldn't surprise me one bit since you're a bunch of amateurs. What you're saying just isn't possible. It can't be. I know it. Dr. Director can't be evil. My sister vouched for her...”
Ron sighed. “Dude. Make the connections. I'm sorry.”
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Slim stood and watched as his daughter mounted her robotic horse. “Ya positive this here is what ya want to be doing?”
Joss smiled down a him. “Ain't about what all I'm a wanting anymore Pa. I was thinking I was wanting Ron, but I was wrong. An after what y'all told me last night... It's what I'm a needing ta do. Fer all of us.”
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Will Du stormed into the lobby of Global Security with Crash and Burn right on his heels. He ignored the guards and strode right up to the reception desk. “I demand to see Candida Du. Right now!”
Nonplussed, the man behind the desk pressed a hidden button. Then he smiled at the furious man in front of him. “Welcome to Global Security Mr. Du. Do you have an appointment with Vice-President Du?”
Will slammed his fist on the desk. “No I don't have a goddamn appointment! I want to see my sister this instant!”
The man continued to smile up at him. “There is no need to get testy sir. If you'll give me one moment, I'll check her schedule.” He tapped a few keys on his computer. “I'm afraid I can't accommodate you at this time, as she is out on an assignment. I'd be glad to make an appointment for...”
Anger and frustration made Will lunge toward the man behind the desk. He wanted to rip that smile off his face. A single word stopped him.
“Will.”
He knew that voice. For years he'd admired it's owner. Sought to emulate her. His head turned and he looked into the eyes of Betty Director. She stood in the doorway that led further into the building. Like the guards that surrounded him, she wore black and silver. It took him a few moments to figure out the uniform wasn't the only change.
Betty motioned for the guards to stand down. “Come with me Will. We need to talk.”
With his thoughts in turmoil, he followed her into a small break room. He remembered it from his GJ days as a place used by the lobby security staff. Once inside, she closed the door. Leaving Crash and Burn outside. Neither spoke as they took seats across a small table from each other.
Will was the first to break the silence. “Where is my sister?”
“She is on an assignment. And before you ask, I'll tell you. It is of her own free will. She isn't being forced, coerced, or threatened in any way.”
It was then, in that moment, he knew everything Stoppable told him was true. Yet he still had to ask. “It's true then? You were part of it all along? You dragged my sister into it with you?”
“That is all in the past now. As for Candy, I didn't drag her into anything. What decisions she made were completely her own choice.”
He felt stunned at the unspoken admission. “Bullshit! I know my sister. She's a good person. She'd never let herself fall into such evil!”
“Good and evil are very subjective things Will. You would do well to keep that in mind. All I can tell you is, she made her choice, just as I did.”
“I refuse to believe that. Not until I hear it from her.”
Betty stood. “I'll inform her. That is all I can do at this time.” She motioned toward the door. “Now. If you'll excuse me, I have a pressing engagement. The guards will escort you, and your team, out of the building.”
He got up and took a step towards the door. He stopped and turned to face her. “Why?”
She opened the door. “I can't tell you that. Maybe someday you'll be able to understand. I can see that time isn't now. Just so you understand how things are, I'll say this. Don't try to act on your feelings toward me or any of the rest of us. The rules have changed. Nothing that happened before the Pact was dissolved can be held against anyone anymore. Remember that.” She stepped out of the room and started walking away. Without even looking back, she added. “You might also want to remind Stoppable of that too.”
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Ringing the bell and pounding on the door brought no response. Nobody was home. Joss turned away from her uncle's house. “Well shoot!”
She went back to where Spitfire patiently waited. She only had one choice left. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she dialed the number her cousin told her was only for emergencies. It had only rang once, when suddenly, the world shifted around her. She was standing in a room filled with electronic equipment. The only thing she recognized was the mechanical horse standing beside her.
“It is my honor to greet you Joss Possible. Welcome to my Master's humble home.”
Fear clenched at Joss's guts. She knew that voice...
Joss turned. Standing nearby was none other than Yori. A woman she knew was her cousin's enemy. How had she managed to get herself into this woman's clutches? It didn't make any sense at all. Just like it didn't make sense that Yori was naked and bowing to her. In an attempt to hide her fear and confusion, Joss asked. “Your m..m..master?”
Yori straightened and smiled. “You need not have cause for alarm. Kim Possible is my Master. It is her I serve in all things. Come. I shall take you to her.”
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