Kim Possible and the
Obedience Collar
by
Barnabus
Written: 11/29-12/20/05
Revised:
(M/F, Kim Possible, M/C, consensual, initial
reluctance.)
SUBJECT: Kim
Possible is captured and fitted with a ‘collar of obedience’.
WARNING:
This
is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature. If you find such material offensive or are
underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more
suitable for you.
Kim Possible, Ron Stopable and Rufus belong to
Disney. If Walt were still alive, I
never would have considered writing this story. But his successors in the
corporate world have continued to show a blatant disregard for Walt’s morals
and integrity, so following their guidance, I have borrowed Kim for my own
pleasure. The story is written for
enjoyment and entertainment purposes only, and no commercial profit is expected
to be made from it. It may
be copied for personal use or for posting on other sites, provided they are
free sites . . . it may NOT be posted on any site that requires a
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And it may not be posted to any site using an
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site which sells its mailing list or member’s information to outsiders. (Hey, let’s be fair! If I’m not going to make money from my work,
why should someone else?)
(If you do copy this story to another web page, please
give me the courtesy of an e-mail, so I can see where my work is going. Who knows?
Maybe you’ll introduce me to a new favorite website!)
Like most stories of this ilk, at the end of the story
(unless there is a sequel) the characters are magically returned to their
original condition, undamaged, unharmed, and unchanged in any way with no memory
of the events that have taken place. .
. It is as if the story had
never happened, because, after all, it never really did.
Birth control is not used in this story; after all,
Kim Possible is a ‘comic book’ character.
But of course in 'real life’ every reasonable adult knows that he or she
should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and he or she
wishes to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease.
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Author’s Introduction
In the
TV Movie, A Sitch in Time[sic], Kim Possible and her allies face Shego
and her cronies. Shego obtained
a ‘time traveling monkey idol’ which permitted her to travel through time. To equal the odds, a descendant of Rufus,
Ron’s Mole Rat, returned from the future to give Kim a “time travel
chronometer.”
Kim,
accompanied by Ron and Rufus, travels into the future to find that Shego, using
the power of the ‘time monkey’ has taken over the world and enslaved the entire
human race. In her mad quest for power,
Shego has even destroyed Bueno Nacho!
Kim and friends are captured and taken to the ‘attitude adjustment
center’ (formerly the high school)
where they “will be drained of all individuality and spirit.”
Since
our Heroes resist the reconditioning process, they are about to be fitted with
“obedience collars,” but at the last minute are saved and freed. (Apparently, Kim has been absent for the
past twenty years, but she finds out that her father, a famous rocket scientist
who is totally clueless about his teenage daughter’s approaching maturity, is
pleased that ‘Kim is just lost in the time stream, not staying out late with
some boy’.)
After
long battles, the ‘Time monkey’ is thrown across the room where it shatters on
the floor, and all of the changes it caused in Shego’s hands are undone. Kim,
Ron and Rufus find themselves flashing through a time vortex back to the
present and to Middleton High School where they are repeating their
conversation from the beginning of the film.
Their conversation goes something like this:
Ron,
pleased with his ‘first practice’, boasts: “KP, our future is in the . . . . “
A
wave of nausea passes through the two of them.
“Whoa! Brain freeze!” Ron gasps quickly recovering.
Also
recovering, Kim tries to prompt him. “.
. . future . . .”
“Oh,
Right,” Ron exclaims, snapping back to his normal self. “I was saying the future is bright!”
“Yeah,
Ron, yeah! It really is!” And the two of them resume their
conversation walking down the sidewalk, Ron gesticulating broadly as we get a
view of Kim’s shapely legs extending below the tight, short skirt that barely
covers her narrow ass.
Since I’m not enough of a fan of Kim Possible to know
every intimate detail about her, I’ve made certain assumptions for this
story. The principal assumption is that
she has reached her 18th birthday, and is no longer a minor.
Also,
since the functions of the ‘obedience collar’ were not defined in the movie, I
have given it the functions that I would like it to have. Mainly it functions the way Wonder Woman’s
Magic Lasso works: requiring obedience.
The
narrator begins the story:
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Chapter 1: Background
I’ve
always had the hots for Kim Possible! She
is sexy and shapely, if small, with pert breasts. Her animators draw her so that
the profile of only one breast is ever visible at any given time. Her action uniform is a tight black top,
almost a turtle neck, with 3/4 length sleeves.
Some sort of funny belt holds up her baggy britches that seem to be a
cross between harem pajamas and ‘gangsta’ pants. Those silly gloves and a bare midriff completed her costume.
She’s cocky, smart alecky, exceedingly competent, as well as being a
martial arts master capable of taking on and defeating all comers!
Her
eyes are wide and expressive and her hair always falls perfectly back into
place no matter what has happened!
I
watch her show occasionally, and must comment that her writers and artists keep her life quite sterile. There’s never the hint of sexuality and Kim
seldom dates. And when she does, there
is always some sort of catastrophe that takes place before ‘the boy and the
girl’ can spend any time together so there is never an opportunity for a relationship
to form. The possible exception was
when she went to the prom with Eric in the TV movie So the Drama. But of course, Kim was called away to save
the world again aborting that relationship.
(And Eric turned out not to be what he appeared.) In any case, any sort of erotic adventure
never develops. What a pity!
However,
I have a machine that I used several years ago on a Barbie doll that has the
ability to snatch characters that are not alive, such as video characters,
dolls, or even comic book characters, and give them real live bodies, at least
temporarily. Then they can be returned
to their medium or allowed to ‘expire’ after a certain amount of time. (See my story Barbie Becomes Real.)
I
planned my adventure with Kim Possible carefully. First, I had to capture the instructor of the ‘attitude
correction center’ and steal an obedience collar.
Next,
I planned my capture of Kim Possible herself.
I chose to ‘snatch’ her out of the time vortex returning her to the
present at the end of the movie. I knew
that once she arrived at ‘the present’, she would lose her memory of the
adventure. And I wanted her dressed in
her usual ‘battle’ uniform, so as I grabbed her, I would have to put her in her
regular costume.
Finally,
I selected and prepared the location where she would be confined while in my
custody.
And
this is what happened.
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Chapter 2:
Kim’s Capture
Kim
Possible staggered and fell to her knees, totally disoriented as she
materialized. Without missing a beat, I
stepped to her side and slipped the obedience collar around her neck. I heard a satisfactory ‘click’ as the collar
locked itself beneath her magnificent mane of red hair. Then I pressed the button activating the
collar and stepped back. The blinking
light showed that the collar was operating correctly.
Within
moments, she was recovering her senses and orienting herself to her new
environment. There was just the two of
us in a Spartan enclosure devoid of furniture except for a narrow daybed with
pillows making it a sofa against one wall.
On the other side of the room was a small table and a few chairs. I was dressed in nondescript sweats devoid of
any identifying marks. There was a
locked door that was impregnable from the inside.
Rising
to her feet, she zeroed in on me. “Who
are you? And why am I here?”
“Who
I am is unimportant!” I replied. “You
are here as my prisoner! Escape is
impossible! Consider me just another
villain in your life!” (I love talking
this way!)
Her
eyes narrowed in that typical distrustful look of hers. “Nothing is impossible for Kim Possible!”
she snapped back, and made a dash for the door, but quickly found she could not
open it. Turning to me, she took a
defensive martial arts stance.
“What
do you want from me?” she demanded.
“I
have every intention of taking advantage of you. And having my way with you!”
Kim
was confused. “Nobody really talks like
that! What do you mean?”
“Sex,
my dear Kim!”
Kim’s
eyes widened in unbelief. No one had
ever spoken to her like that before.
“Sex?”
the word came out in a strangled sound.
Kim had never been with a man.
She had never even considered it.
Sure, some day, she might meet someone and want to get married. Then she would think about sex. And she had sat through all of those
interminable and useless sex-education classes. But sex?
I
nodded. “Sex. Sex as in sexual intercourse, oral sex, making love. Fucking!”
It
was the crudity of the last word that jarred her out of her disbelief.
Her
words faltered. “You want . . . sex . .
. with . . . me?”
“Here
and now!”
Kim
had always followed a ninja code and fought honorably. Her opponents had always fought
honorably. Vigorously, and deadly, but
always with honor. Now, the casualness
of my statement caused her to feel a lack of honor. Sex . . . just like that. . . wasn’t honorable.
“I
don’t think so!” she whispered, and her body coiled for an attack.
“Stop!”
She
stopped. Confusion was written all over
her face.
“You are
not to do anything to injure me. You
will not hurt me in any way! Is that
understood?”
Unable
to form a clear thought, her mind was in disarray. Unable to attack, she began to relax her attack posture and she
nodded.
“You
won’t be able to fight me, or even resist me,” I advised her.
The
wide-eyed, confused heroine asked, “Why can’t I?”
“It’s
the obedience collar. You must obey
me!”
Her
hand went to the collar. She hadn’t
realized it was there before. She tried
to pull it off, but it responded by giving her some sort of shock. Soon, she relented and stood, staring at me,
her shoulders slumped.
“Take
off the gloves,” I commanded. She
obeyed. “Now the shoes.” Again, she obeyed.
“Next,
I want your top.”
I
could see the resistance in her eyes as her hand began to move to the lower
edge of her top.
“Are
you going to rape me?” Her voice was
tremulous.
“Of
course not!” I replied. “I detest rape! Everything we do will be by mutual consent. And probably you will be taking the more
active role, at least for a while. Now,
please take off your top.”
Her
lips tightened as she took hold of the lower edge of her top and with one
motion peeled it upward and over her head revealing her perfectly shaped
torso. As always, her hair fell
perfectly into place forming a heart shape around her face.
Her
breasts bounced freely with the movement.
Apparently she felt she didn’t need a bra, and that assessment was
probably correct. For the first time, I
saw both of her perky breasts at the same time. They were perfect.
Small, probably 32-Bs, but they stood straight out, sagging ever so
slightly, topped with small areolas and diminutive nipples, smaller than pencil
erasers.
I sat
on the side of the bed.
“Come
over here,” I requested. “Sit beside
me. Your breasts are beautiful! May I touch them?”
Obediently,
she came and sat beside me. Obviously,
she was making every effort to resist, but the obedience collar was controlling
her movements. Her lower lip began
trembling and she begged, “Please don’t do this. I’m a virgin! I’ve never
been touched by a man . . . not that way.”
“Poor
child! I understand your
reluctance. But tell me. Haven’t you been curious? Haven’t you ever wanted to be touched by a
man? Maybe by Ron?”
She
turned absolutely crimson and meekly nodded her head, her eyes downcast. The obedience collar demanded truthful
answers. Without it, I doubt she would
have answered my question.
“Haven’t
you wanted to feel the touch of Ron’s hands all over your body?”
Again,
a slight nod. “Sometimes.”
“Will
you permit me to touch your breasts?” I asked, kneeling on the floor before
her.
Individual
tears overflowed her eyes. “Ron and I
have been best friends, like, forever.
But . . . never like that! I’ve
never really thought about it, but I really . . .” her eyes focused as she
recognized thoughts that had been hidden just below the surface of her mind, “.
. . I’ve been saving myself for Ron! I’ve been saving my
breasts for him. Someday Ron and I will grow up enough, and . . . maybe he’ll
touch me.” The collar had forced
her to give me an honest answer once more.
“You’re
not in Pre-K with Ron any more, Kim.
You’re not a flat chested kid with pigtails and braces. You’re a full-grown woman. It’s time to start acting like it.”
“I
know,” she replied. She was starting to
babble. “But things have been different
between Ron and me lately. There’s
something between us. No, it’s not
different. It’s been there a long
time. At least I feel there’s something
different, but I don’t know if he does.”
I ran
my hands up her sides, and cupped her breasts, grasping her nipples between my
fingers. She gasped, and her eyes seemed
to fill with infinite sadness.
“Please
don’t!” she whimpered and her hand covered mine, trying to pull my hands away
from her body. “I want to save myself for someone special. For Ron!”
Her breasts felt as good as they looked, a combination of firmness and
softness. Sitting on the bed, there was
no way she could back away from me.
“Maybe,
someday, Ron will become bold enough to touch you, to tell you how he
feels,” I whispered. “But today, you will
give your body to me.”
I saw
the expressions on her face change, going through many variations as the
obedience collar analyzed my last sentence, interpreted it as an order, and
internalized it.
“I
don’t want to!” she finally whispered.
“But
you will. You can feel the effects of
the collar on you requiring your obedience to whatever I command you. I can use the collar to force your
submission, but that would break your spirit, and I don’t want to do that. You can make the decision yourself and yield
to me. Then you will leave this
encounter basically the same as you entered it. . . .”
She
guffawed at that statement.
“Or
you can fight it and the collar will drain you of all individuality and destroy
your will. Either way, Kimberly Ann, I will
get what I want! You will give me
what I want. And you will enjoy everything
that we do together!”
Although my words appeared casual and offhanded, in
fact I had planned them carefully. I
wanted her to become a willing partner with me for the next few hours, but I
didn’t want her to transfer these instructions to the rest of her life. In short, I wanted her to enjoy fucking
me, but I didn’t want to turn her into a raging nymphomaniac when she
returned to her normal life.
There
was a long pause, her indecision, obvious.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but the collar of obedience Kim was
wearing, had decided that my last sentence was an order and was writing that
order into her subconscious.
I
bent forward and kissed a breast causing another intake of breath and a
stiffening of her back. Then she
whimpered as I took her nipple into my mouth and began to suck on it. She began to tremble, then suddenly stood
and pushed her way past me toward the center of the room, folding her arms
defiantly. I stood and gazed at her
back. I didn’t want to rape her! Or to break her will using the obedience
collar. Where’s the enjoyment in
fucking the mindless shell of a body? I
sincerely wanted her cooperation, her active participation! That was my fantasy: a cooperative,
consensual, even eager partner, not one that was resisting me tooth and nail
every step of the way.
“If
you give yourself to me,” I whispered to her back, “I promise I will be gentle
with you. And I will do everything I
can to make it easy for you.”
Her
trembling became more noticeable. Her
folded arms moved to embrace her body as if she were trying to comfort
herself. Then she walked to the door
and half-heartedly tried once again to open it. It wouldn’t open. Turning
to face me, she suddenly dashed at me, her fist drawn back to deliver a
devastating blow, causing me to cringe.
But the magic collar would not permit the blow to land. She stood, inches from me, straining to
strike me, but trembling because she couldn’t.
Her arm
relaxed and fell to her side as she drew herself upward. She began crying. “I can’t escape,” she sobbed, “and I can’t fight you! I believe that the collar could break
my will and spirit.”
She
gathered herself and faced me. “I
will do what you want!” (After all,
that was what the obedience collar required.)
There was a tremor in her voice.
“You know I’m a virgin. I don’t
know what to do.”
Slowly,
my hands moved to her belt, unbuckled it, and dropped it. Moments later, I put my hands on her bare
hips and slid her pants to the floor, also.
She gave an involuntary shudder as the cool air hit her nude pale
skin. Not surprisingly, she was wearing
plain, high cut white cotton panties.
She was blushing deeply, but making no effort to hide herself. And I was awed by the vision standing before
me. Whereas she was always trim and
attractive on the screen, nothing could compare with her simple, naive beauty.
Unceremoniously, I pulled off my sweatshirt, then I slid my sweat pants down my legs and stepped out of them. I wasn’t wearing underwear.
Kim
Possible’s eyes were wide with fear and amazement as she stared at my
manhood. She stood transfixed, like a
bird watching a cobra advancing. Her
eyes darted to meet mine, then her gaze returned downward.
In an
awed whisper, she said, “I’ve never seen a naked man before!”
“Would
you like a closer look?” I asked.
Again,
her eyes darted to mine, probably trying to determine if I was serious in my
question. Immediately, her eyes dropped
southward, and suddenly she looked away.
This time, her blush extended from the waist upward. Almost imperceptibly, she nodded. “Yes!
May I?”
Chapter 3: Kim looks
I
pushed all the pillows from the daybed except one, pulled down the coverlet and
lay on my back placing the pillow beneath my head, my legs slightly
spread. I gestured, and she moved and
knelt beside the bed. Her eyes never
left my manhood.
“You
can touch it,” I encouraged.
She did,
gently pressing it with her fingertips, then pushing the flaccid penis back and
forth.
“Hold
it in your hand,” I coached.
Two
things were working against Kim. First,
of course, was the obedience collar: she was required to obey even though propriety
demanded she refuse. And the second was
the natural feminine curiosities that probably every inexperienced virgin
feels.
She
wrapped her fingers around it gently like it was a stick, feeling it’s texture,
squeezing softy, pulling delicately.
She frowned in concentration as it pulsed and began to harden beneath
her touch. Again, glancing at me, she
asked, “Are you doing that?”
I
shook my head, smiling. “No. You are!”
Her
hand recoiled like it had just encountered a snake. But she still gawked at my somewhat less flaccid manhood. “It’s bigger now!” she said in
amazement. Then, looking at me, she
asked, “When it gets hard, then you’ll . . . .we’ll . . .’ She blushed again.
“Not
yet. That will be later.” I reassured
her, seeing the relief in her face.
“Now is the time for you to look and touch.”
Again,
her stare returned to my penis, which was already softening. She reached out and grasped it again and
almost immediately it responded to her touch.
She squeezed and felt it harden more.
Smiling she began squeezing and pulling on it. Almost naturally, her tugs became strokes and She quickly
brought me to erection. I felt
like I was shifting into overdrive, twitching and growing painfully as all of
my blood rushed to where it was needed!
“It’s
so big!” she whispered, staring. And I
remembered that to every virgin, especially one who is anticipating sex, the
male instrument, even an average sized penis like mine appears to be massive
“Kiss
it,” I suggested.
She gave
me a scandalized look, then glanced back to the penis she held in her hand and
her expression changed to a naughty smile.
Slowly, she bent over and lightly kissed the shaft. Lifting herself, she licked her lips and
bent to kiss the crown. She noticed a
droplet of precum and examined it. Then
she cautiously licked it and sat back, concentrating on the taste. Apparently, it wasn’t too bad.
Bending
over me, examining the spot where the precum had appeared, touching the crown
and feeling it’s texture. Then she
kissed the tip of my penis again, and her tongue ran around the crown, licking
it like a sweet piece of candy, tasting and savoring it. And she drew the crown into her mouth and
gently sucked. She looked up to me for
approval, and I nodded. “That’s
nice!” I assured her.
She
took more of me into her mouth.
Glancing up as I moaned with pleasure, she began sucking harder. I guided her head and she began bobbing up
and down on me, and my breathing began to get faster. There was a hunger forming in her eyes as she tried to take even
more in her mouth and she felt it growing larger. I wondered if she was also beginning to feel a pulse of her own
in her womanhood.
After
a few moments, she stopped and sat back on her haunches.
“I
don’t think I want to do that,” she said, licking her lips and glancing up at
me as if she were asking permission. I
think she was afraid of what would happen if she continued.
“You
don’t have to,” I replied and sat up.
Standing and taking her by the shoulders I lifted her to her feet.
“Now, it’s time for our next step.”
She
had been so engrossed in what she was doing that it took her a moment to call
to mind what ‘the next step’ was. Her
eyes widened in fear and she moved to kneel before me again. “Maybe I will suck some more!”
I
captured her arms, preventing her from kneeling. When our eyes met, I shook my head. Her eyes took on a pleading expression.
Running
my hands down her arms, my hands slid to her sides. She looked downwards as I grasped the waistband of her panties
and slid them downwards.
I had
expected her to be free from pubic hair, since that was something that
animators don’t want to be bothered with.
I was surprised to find a narrow strip of carefully trimmed hair running
down her pubis stopping barely above her slit.
Apparently at least one of her animators had an occasional fantasy about
her himself!
I
moved the pillow placing it against the wall so that I could sit and lean
back. Taking her hand I pulled her
toward the daybed. She held back,
gaping at my manhood.
“I
don’t think sex will work for us!” she gulped.
“You’re so big. And I’m awfully
small, at least . . . down there . . .”
I
smiled at her and caressed her cheek.
“Everything will work out fine.”
I assured her. Then I gave her
the BIG LIE. “Trust me!”
I
wanted a willing partner. And if she
was one of those women with a maidenhead that generated intense pain as it was
penetrated, I had to reduce that pain or at least put her in a position where
she could control of it, taking the pain as rapidly or as slowly as she could
tolerate it.
She
was trembling as she took a faltering step forward. Suddenly, she threw her arms around my shoulders. “Please, hold me close,” she pleaded. “Make me feel safe.”
I
folded her in my arms and held her.
Gradually her trembling grew less, although we were both extremely aware
that our two naked bodies were clinging to each other, flesh against flesh. And my very erect penis was an obvious
presence between us.
Consciously
or unconsciously, she knew she would give her body to me. The obedience collar required it. And being comforted by my embrace generated
mixed reactions in her: Like every girl, she liked being held and
protected. Like every virgin, she was
painfully aware of what was about to happen and she was afraid.
“All
right,” she stated, stepping back and looking down at the member that had been
pressing against her stomach. “You
promised you would be gentle with me, that you would make it easy for me . . .
.”
“And
I will,” I assured her, sitting on the bed and drew her to kneel on the bed
straddling me.
“I’m
frightened!” she whispered.
Nodding,
I reflected, “you’re afraid of the unknown, of not being sure what to expect,
of putting yourself in my control . . .”
She
nodded. “All of those things,” she
confirmed. “And I’m afraid it will
hurt!” One tear escaped from her eye. “I’ve heard . . . you know . . . stories . .
.” She swallowed hard. “I’m terrified!” Only the collar of obedience kept her from bolting.
Chapter 4: Kim
rides.
“I’ll
make it as easy for you as I can,” I whispered in her ear. And I pulled her close to me until her
breasts were pressing against my chest.
I put her arms over my shoulders, and with one hand under her bottom, I
lifted her over my lap. “Kneel above
me, straddling me.” I ordered.
She
obeyed. Her knees on either side of my
hips opened her to me. She cringed as
she felt my erection brush against her lower lips.
I
kissed her on the mouth and after a moment’s hesitation she kissed me
back.
“You’re
in control, now,” I stated, taking my free hand to guide my penis toward its
target. “With your hands on my
shoulders, you can lower yourself onto me as quickly or as slowly as you
wish. If it hurts too much, you can
lift yourself off anytime you want.” My
penis separated her outer lips, a fact she was very aware of. “You control everything now.”
She
stared deeply into my eyes. She knew that
I could use the collar to take her any way I wished. And, as long as she wore the collar, the union of our bodies was
inevitable. Yet, I was giving her the
power to control our joining in the most comfortable way (for her) possible.
“Thank
you for being so caring, for being so concerned with my fears.” There seemed to be a feeling of warmth and
acceptance emanating from her. And
appreciation for the efforts I was making on her behalf. There was almost an expression of love in
her eyes.
We both
remained motionless for an eternity. It
took great control on my part keeping the tip of my penis between her lips,
maintaining contact, but not actually moving to take her. Finally, her hips began to move forward and
back. I kept hold of my manhood,
holding it steady, and was thankful that there was enough friction to keep me
from losing my erection. Still, I kept
my word: She was on top; she was in control!
And although she was rubbing against me, she wasn’t lowering herself
onto me. As I grew even larger, she
moved slightly to maintain the same contact.
I was
throbbing! Barely able to keep my
control!
Her
lips tightened as she prepared herself.
Her arms braced on my shoulders, she rocked herself gently on her knees
as with one hand under her bottom I guided her hips closer to my body while my
other hand guided my penis to the opening of her love tunnel, further
separating her labia. She must have
been as stimulated as I was because her lower lips were swollen and wet. Her labia parted easily and I slid in
further than either of us expected.
She gasped as I arrived at the entrance of her vagina and her innocent
doe-like eyes widened in fear. She
tried to resume her backward and forward movement, unexpectedly bringing me into
contact with her clit. This was a new
sensation for her making her gasp and almost pull away. But she must have decided she liked
it, because she eased herself downward and her lips gently parted before
me. Again, she slid backward and
forward, manipulating her own clit. I
She managed a nervous little smile at
me, and I nodded. Slowly she lowered
herself further downward. Still guiding
my penis with my hand, I begin to move inside of her vagina pushing her outer
lips aside. She moaned and hesitated as
the head slipped past her inner lips.
She lowered a little more and gave an intake of breath. She was afraid to proceed. She began breathing heavily and her face was
flushed. Her hips were quivering,
moving on their own. She wanted more of
me. But her mind was telling her that
she was supposed to remain a virgin.
Following
my guidance, she lifted herself slightly, which helped spread her natural
lubricants around, then lowered herself a little more. Using little short strokes, she started
pressing down,
making little cries each time she pressed down. Taking a deep breath, she held it as she
lifted herself again, pursed her lips in a determined expression, then pushed
down further and harder. Anticipating
her, I thrust upwards hilting myself in her, eliciting a gasp from her,
followed by a long, low grunt!
There
was no hymen. Either this was an
oversight by her animators or she had lost it as a result of her constant
physical activities.
A
wide-eyed, amazed look spread over her face as she realized I was completely
embedded in her. Astonishment passed
over her face. I was fully inside of
her! The collar of obedience continued
it’s work, and to her surprise, she enjoyed the sensation! After a long moment, she dropped her
saucer-wide eyes to mine and her tongue slowly ran over her upper lip. Now that both hands were free, I stroked her
bottom, caressing her.
Wiggling
her hips around me, she asked, “Are you all the way in?”
I
nodded. “Are you OK?” My fingers brushed against her cheek.
She
moved her hips around, rocking back and forth on me. Her breathing was shallow and rapid. It was the first time any man had entered her sex. And what’s more, she had done it, not I!
“This
is not what I expected,” she said. “I
thought they were lying to me . . . .”
Confused,
I asked, “Who?”
“Women! Girls!
My friends. Some of them told me
horror stories about their first time, saying it would hurt like hell. But it
didn’t. Some told me it would be wonderful. But I didn’t believe them.” She lifted herself and settled down again on
me. “I think, maybe, they were telling
the truth!”
The
realization of what was happening flooded over her. Her lower lip began to tremble and I felt her squeeze me. “Will you hold me,” she whispered, almost
begging, “ . . . please!”
I sat
up and pressed her to me, holding her firmly, offering her the comfort of a
hug. She pressed her face against
mine. I held her as tightly as I could,
and remained as still as possible, my member twitched, still embedded in her,
but it was awkward in the position I was in.
“How
do you feel?” I whispered into her ear.
I
could envision her brows knitting in concentration. Then I felt the corners of her mouth turn up. “I feel stretched! And I feel full! And
there’s something else . . . .”
Again,
she lifted herself and dropped herself down on me, harder this time.
“I’m
starting to tingle. I’m throbbing!”
I
could feel her throbbing. And her
throbbing was affecting me! Pushing me
back against the pillows, she slowly, tentatively lifted herself upward for a
few moments before pressing herself again on me. She gave a moan that was somewhere between a sigh of contentment
and a moan of worry as she settled into place.
I remained still and she did it again, beginning to move more, slowly
developing an unhurried, shallow rhythm.
Her face was a mask of concentration, but I saw her eyes beginning to
relax and the corners of her mouth move upward. She had been instructed, through the collar of obedience, to give
her body to me, and she had been told she would enjoy it. Was she beginning to experience some of the
delights available to her, pleasures she could receive from the intruder pressing
deeply inside of her?
Again,
she lifted herself and settled firmly on me.
“Uuhh! I’m still afraid, but I
think . . .” again she lifted herself and settled back on me, “. . . I think
you’re going to cure that pretty quickly.”
I
relaxed, laying back, letting her do most of the work, but lifting my hips to
meet her as she impaled herself. It
felt great to me!
The
indescribable hunger was returning to her face. She was establishing her own rhythm, her well-developed muscles
rising to the task of lifting and dropping her back on me. The pressure was building up within me,
within my testicles, within my penis. I
began having difficulty breathing, she had me grasped so firmly within the
tight warm, welcoming confines of her vagina.
Seeing this beautiful face and perfect body voluntarily riding my cock
was taking it’s toll on me.
Her
panting became whimpers and cries. She
was approaching orgasm, too, but the confused expression on her face indicated
she didn’t really know what was happening to her body.
I felt
myself pulsing with savage want and need!
It came on me fast! My body was
burning! And, I was feeling the
visceral tightening that, all too quickly, would be leading me to climax. I felt the tightening in my back! I tightened all my muscles trying to delay
it but it was no use. It was coming and
there was no stopping it: I couldn’t hold it back any more. Suddenly, my head fell back and I gave a
long moan as I erupted, pouring long bursts of hot semen into her. My climax interrupted her rhythm, as slowly
she realized what was happening.
Instinctively, she tried to pull herself from me, belatedly attempting
to keep my seed from entering her. I
held her close, not permitting her to leave me as I pumped my load into her.
At
some point, I’m not sure exactly when, she realized that a wonderful mystery
called orgasm had been within her grasp.
And although she was still highly stimulated, she had missed it. Frantically she tried to resume her rhythm,
rocking and bobbing on top of me, but I was too limp by then and she only
succeeded in forcing me from her.
She
sobbed as she tried to find a way to rub against me to bring back the magic she
had lost.
“What
happened?” she asked disappointed and confused. “Why didn’t you . . . ?” She began sobbing. “I was so close!” She
leaned forward, lying on top of me, hiccupping small cries. “I missed it!”
Wildly,
she reached between us to grab my penis and jerk on it, then stroke it, trying
anything she could imagine that would restore it to erection. Of course, it was too soon for me to
respond, and after several unsuccessful variations, she gave up.
With
tears in her eyes, she whimpered to me, “Can’t you make it . . . get hard? Can’t we do it again? I’m not finished!”
I was
astonished by the intense frustration of this girl crying out because she
hadn’t orgasmed. Although, I was
momentarily sated, I drew her on top of me, pulling her body upward as she
sobbed in frustration. As soon as I
could, I took her nipple in my mouth.
“That’s
not going to do . . . “ she started, continuing her castigation of me, but I
slid a hand between us. With a
surprised “Uuuuhhhh . . . . .” she stiffened as I found the spot where she
lived. Again, I was thankful that at
least one of her animators had made the effort to provide her with the complete
female apparatus (probably on his own time and for his own pleasure).
Her
breathing began to increase as she attempted to continue her tirade, “You’re
not . . . you’re . . . Oh!
Uuuhhh! You. . . . . . y . . .
.”
She
was arching her back, pressing her breast into my mouth. Her tiny nipple was growing, becoming more
erect as her hands grasped my head pulling it to my breast. The rest of her body was writhing on top of
me as I continued to manually manipulate her very gently. She had been close to orgasm a few moments
ago, it wasn’t too hard to regain lost ground.
“More
. . . . . harder . . . .” she gasped out.
Her frustration was changing to tingling and eagerness!
Pulling
my mouth from her teat, I chided, “Shhhh!
Let me do it. Relax. Don’t try to control it yourself!” I felt her relax, but she continued to
writhe, pumping her hips in response to my digital manipulation of her. She began to buck and moan and her eyes began
to glaze over.
Her
vocalizations increased and she was crying out, issuing loud groans of
bliss with each breath. I watched as both of her nipples rose to
full erection before me as her cries became screams and finally she sat bolt
upright above me and shrieked, trembling all over, her thighs clamping down on
my hips ferociously and her hips pumped up and down on my hand. She was gushing all over me!
She
sustained her climax as long as she could.
Her taunt nipples began to shrink again, then she collapsed on top of
me. It was obvious she wanted to make
it last longer, but she had also been physically satisfied. She lay on me, almost comatose except that
she was still panting. Gently I
extracted my hand from between us and held her panting body tightly against
mine.
We
lay entwined for a long time, our bodies returning to normal, both of us
cuddling with each other enjoying the afterglow. I felt a stirring beginning in my loins.
“Can
we do it again?” she whispered into the hair on my chest.
“How
do you feel?” I asked again.
She
didn’t hesitate. Apparently she had
been thinking about this before I asked.
“I
feel goooooooodddd!” she purred. “A
little stretched, and a little sore, but I’ve never felt more satisfied in my
life! Oohhh!” She had felt the tip of my growing erection
touch her perineum.
I
smiled at her perfectly natural response.
“I think you’ll get your chance.”
Looking
up, hopefully, she asked, “Now?”
“In a
few minutes,” I assured her. I held
her, pressing her chest against mine, and I rolled the two of us over so that
she was on her back and I was beside her, my hands caressing her intimately.
Chapter 5: My
turn
“This
time, it’s my turn to take charge,” I declared as we rearranged ourselves on
the bed. She looked up at me with her
saucer shaped eyes, her copper colored hair splayed around her head like a
golden wreath. Her perky breasts
flattened as she rolled to her back, but her tiny, prominent nipples were as
conspicuous as ever still offering their luscious invitation. If I had thought about it, I would probably
have felt some disappointment that her breasts had flattened to the point of
almost disappearing.
She
had given herself to me. (She really
had no choice since the collar of obedience demanded it.) But I had made it as easy for her as any
woman could hope. She really
appreciated that! And she had enjoyed
it! (Again under the direction of the
obedience collar.) And when I had
climaxed before she did, frustrating her climax, I had followed through, giving
her an orgasm of her very own! It had
been her first orgasm, ever! And it had
been indescribable! She couldn’t believe
the satisfaction she felt from physical lovemaking! (And of course, at least part of the satisfaction came from the
leading of the collar.) Obviously,
what we were doing wasn’t ‘right’, but her small sweet smile tugging at her
lips indicated that there was a sense of rightness in her soul.
She was ready for more! She seemed to slither into position, a movement most atypical
for Kim Possible as she settled on her back, her knees bent and slightly
separated, presenting herself in open invitation to me. She didn’t know if two people could have sex
more than once at a time, but she had heard stories from her girlfriends of
multiple encounters. Maybe . . . . .
Reaching
down, again she found my penis and purposefully urged it to full erection. Likewise, my hand slid down her stomach to
touch her and get her ready. My efforts
were totally unnecessary! She was as
well lubricated as she could be, with her juices and my cum adding to her
slickness. Still she sighed and rotated
her hips into my hand as I touched her.
I
think she was a little embarrassed after her last display, so she made no overt
attempt to initiate more intimate contact other than to stroke me and look at
me expectantly with absolute longing in her eyes.
I
knelt between her legs, and took an ankle n each of my hands. Once her legs were supported, her head fell
backward and she stared blankly at the ceiling, panting slightly in
anticipation, her arms lying by her side.
I
placed her ankles to my shoulders and lifted her bottom sliding my thighs
beneath her ass. Her eyes dropped to
mine with a worried look as I used my free hand to position my member at her
entrance. This time, I would be in
charge, and her old fears came back, but not enough to interfere with her
desire to engulf me within her once more.
“Please,
be gentle!” she whispered. She didn’t
move her hips but rather tried to hold them stationary to make it easier for me
to find the target. I felt her knees
and hips moving slightly, as if she were trying to open herself wider to make
it easier for me to enter her. Again,
she licked her lips as I moved into her and her face went blank, again staring
at the ceiling. She exhaled as I drove
home, almost as if my penis was forcing the air out of her lungs, but her
vaginal muscles tightened around me, giving me a welcoming embrace. Her panting resumed as I began thrusting
into her again. Somehow she seemed to
realize that with her legs supported and pointed essentially skyward, she was
open to deeper penetration, and she welcomed my thrusts into her depths.
As I
began pounding her, her arms moved upwards from her side to rest beside her
shoulders, palms up, almost in a classic ‘I surrender’ pose. But her panting began increasing and became
interspersed with moans.
Although her body was driven upward with each thrust, her breasts
weren’t big enough to jiggle. But she
was definitely limber enough to drive her hips into me, meeting each plunge.
As
satisfying as this was, I like to feel a woman’s entire body pressing against
me, so, keeping up my rhythm, I slipped her ankles from my shoulders, placing
them, knees bent and flatfooted on the bed.
Then sliding my knees from beneath her, I assumed the classical
‘missionary’ position. She sighed at
the next deep plunge and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling my chest
against her tiny nipples. Grabbing
my head in her hands, she pulled my face to hers and she planted a kiss solidly
on my lips, a kiss so passionate that it had me drowning in feeling. After a slight hesitation, she began rolling
her hips eagerly trying to find a good rhythm for our lovemaking.
Our fucking
became more rapid as the friction of our union began driving both of us mad. We were both quickly approached the point
of no return. Although she had almost
no breasts when she was on her back, I could feel her sharp, erect nipples
pressing into my chest. With one hand,
I traced her nipple with a finger before capturing it between two fingers and
pressing down on it with a third. Her
response was immediate and intense as she began wildly pounding her hips into
mine. Our combined thrusts became
deeper, faster, and harder. Her hand
dropped to her bush, rubbing herself for a few moments, then, finding the spot,
began rapidly manipulating her clit.
Her moans and cries became more frequent, taking the place of her
panting as her kegals began spasming, clenching me, drowning in our
embrace. She was groaning, panting,
growling, purring, sweating, and the obvious exhilaration of it all was taking
over her body, driving her toward completion.
Her
legs wrapped around me and she began plunging her hips against mine, driving me
deeper inside of her. Our rhythms fell
in to synch, and consciously, I had to hold back my climax long enough match
hers. She bucked and writhed and I
could see that she was experiencing that most wonderful of feelings roaring through
her small body. She whipped her head
back and forth and gasped out, “I think I’m coming!”
Unable
to delay my climax any longer, my eyes rolled up and I came, shooting my seed
into her glorious womb, pounding hard, trying to elicit her orgasm and I
quickly I felt her spasms and saw the contortions on her face.
“I
... I ... Ohhhhhh, God!” she screamed as she tensed and pure ecstasy poured
over her and she crashed over the edge.
“You! You! You!
Aaaahhhhh, you!” she screamed as her climax washed over her in a
never-ending wave of passion. It was a
sight to behold!
Holding
each other tightly, we plunged and spasmed and cried, each pouring our passion
into the other, as we both reached our culminations almost in perfect harmony. When neither of us could do anything more, I
collapsed on top of her, both of us panting frantically.
Between
gasps, she whispered in my ear, “I don’t even know your name!”
Chapter 6: Kim
returns to Middleton.
Satiation. Total satisfaction. That was the only way to describe her
expression as she purred contentedly and rubbed her face against my arm. I couldn’t believe the effectiveness of the
obedience collar! The famous Kim
Possible had given herself to me without reservation, and she had enjoyed every
minute of it! I’m going to have to keep
one of these collars for future use!
I lay
beside her and she snuggled in my arms, totally relaxed. Her eyes were drooping slightly, so I urged
her to sleep. Her fatigue and the
obedience collar combined with my urgings and soon her eyes fluttered shut and
her breathing deepened.
It
was time to return her to her world. I
wasn’t sure how much she would remember of her time with me, but she belonged
in Middleton, not here. Telling her to
remain asleep, I roused her sub conscious enough to receive instructions,
re-programming her back to the same mental orientation she had had about sex
before we met.
After
I had dressed her, I removed the obedience collar.
Carefully
and precisely, I returned Kim to Ron and Rufus as they flashed through a time
vortex back to their present and to their high school. They were repeating their conversation from
the beginning of the film. But this
time, Kim had a slightly confused look on her face as if she was trying to
remember a dream.
Ron
was pleased with his ‘first practice’ and boasted: “KP, our future is in the .
. . . “
A
wave of nausea passed through them.
“Whoa! Brain freeze!” Ron gasped quickly
recovering.
Also
recovering, Kim prompted him. “. . .
future . . .”
“Oh,
right,” Ron exclaimed, snapping back to his normal self. “I was saying the future is bright!”
“Yeah,
Ron, yeah! It really is!” And the two of them resumed their
conversation as they walked down the sidewalk, Ron gesticulating broadly as we
get a view of Kim’s shapely legs extending below her tight, short skirt that
barely covered her narrow ass.
Nobody
noticed the streak of dried, white flaky substance on the inside of Kim’s leg
as Kim and Ron moved away into the distance.
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