Kim Possible and the Obedience Collar

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 "membership fee" of any kind. And it may not be posted to any site using an ‘adult verification service’ where money is required for membership, or any 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 18^th 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!