Kim Possible Eighteen Changes Every Thing

KIM POSSIBLE HARD LESSONS

“Kim Possible, I’ll fucking get you! You think you’re all that, but you’re not!” Dr Drakken bellowed at the hiding girl.

Dr. Drakken gestured for the minions to be quiet and spread out. “Your little friend is in the cage right here beside me,” Drakken called out loudly, banging his hand on a sizable tarp-covered cube.

A crane had set the cube down, and a twenty-foot open space was around it. “Run, Kim,” Ron Stoppable yelled inside the covered cube.

Dr. Drakken shoved a cattle probe inside the cube. There was a loud electric crackling buzz, and Ron screamed. “Stop hurting him; I’ll come out,” Kim cried, darting into the open from amongst the debris littering Dr. Drakken’s warehouse lair. 

Dr. Drakken smirked at Kim, “Strip naked right where you’re standing! And I fucking mean everything, you smart-ass little bitch!” Drakken bellowed at her.

“What! No way, you dirty old perv!” Kim shot back, dropping into a combat stance.

Drakken cocked his head to one side and shoved the cattle prod into the cage, and activated it. The electrical sparks lit up the silhouette of a jerking, shrieking Ron. “OKAY, OKAY, YOU MONSTER, JUST STOP!” Kim sobbed quickly, unbuckling her gear belt and dropping it to the ground.

Drakken stopped, and a yellow liquid trickled out from under the tarp. “Naked now! bitch!” Drakken snapped at her, then gestured at someone to the left.

One of his minions left their hiding place and walked a full thirty feet from Kim. He backed away and set down a bar stool with an octagonal padded seat. Kim, blushing from her hairline to her breasts, pulled her tight armored blouse out of her khakis and then took it off, exposing her big 34Fs restrained by an armored deluxe sports bra. She hesitated, but a glance at the trickle of Ron’s piss making its way toward a nearby drain bucked up her courage, and she yanked it off over her head. Her breasts were huge on her four foot eight frame thanks to that asshole Señor Senior, Junior trying to make her the perfect physical specimen with a chemical mutagen. Deciding to get it over with, she unlaced her boots and took them off, then shoved her khakis and panties off at the same time and kicked them all onto her pile of clothes.

“Even the socks, sneaky cunt!” The Doctor barked, gesturing off to the side again.

Kim snorted but said nothing as she added her socks to the pile. Another minion brought a small box to the stool, set it on the seat, and then backed away, just like the last one had. Once he was back where he had started, Dr. Drakken smiled at Kim. “Have you noticed the circles etched in the concrete floor of my lair, Miss Possible?” he asked.

Kim didn’t look down but nodded. “Excellent. Stay inside the circular ring you’re standing in and walk over to the stool, ” he instructed. He was much calmer and more confident now.

He waited until she was beside the stool to continue. “In that little box is a capsule and a vial of liquid. First, drink the liquid, the whole vial,” Drakken ordered.

Kim opened the box and found a vial of green liquid and a bright pink capsule the size of a chicken egg. She couldn’t see how to avoid drinking the bright green liquid, so she opened the vial and swallowed it. 

“Open your mouth and tilt your head down over those large beautiful tits of yours,” Drakken ordered, and Kim once more did as instructed.

“Good girl. Now, stand with your feet right against the stool legs on each side,” he ordered her.

Kim suddenly felt a familiar warmth in her kitty, and goosebumps ran up her spine in dread, but she did as she’d been told. As soon as her ankles touched the stool legs, metal bracelets wrapped around them. “Now pick up the capsule and toss the box by your clothes,” he continued.

Kim did as ordered, fighting to hold back tears of humiliation, “Now reach back with your left hand, spread your ass cheeks open, then use your right and shove the capsule up your ass.” Drakken ordered her with a gloating smirk on his face.

A little sob escaped Kim, “Pleas don’t make me do this, Dr. I, I’ve never. I mean, I’m, I’m a virgin,” she whimpered.

“I know! Now shove it up your ass!” Drakken ordered, lifting the cattle prod toward the tarped cage.

Tears running down her face, the fifteen-year-old savior of the world reached back with her left hand and spread her ass cheeks open, exposing her kitty to him and all his minions to see. Then she reached back with her right hand and pressed the egg-sized capsule against her anus, forcing it past the little brown pucker of her anus into her rectum with a grunt and a whimper of pain at the sudden penetration. Kim gasped as her rectum squeezed the cold metal egg.

“Good girl, I’m sure Ron will appreciate what you’re going through for him. Now bend over the stool and grab the bottom rung across the legs on the other side from your legs,” Drakken ordered.

Mortified and humiliated before Drakken and his minions, Kim sobbed in shame, wordlessly bent across the stool, and wrapped her hands around the bottom rung as ordered. As her weight settled onto the stool, one of the octagonal corners pressed against her pubic bone and rubbed her clit. Just as it had with her ankles, metal bracelets popped away from the rung and wrapped around her wrists. She was now cuffed by the hands and ankles to the stool, naked. Her ass was in the air, and her big breasts were swinging freely back and forth beneath her.

Drakken walked over to Kim and ran his hands over her ass before tracing a fingertip along her dripping slit. Moving in front of her, Draken smiled and cupped her breasts, playing with her perky nipples. “I must say Señor Senior, Junior did a great job on your fun bags, Kimmy. Now beg me to let you suck my cock,” Drakken ordered.

Kim looked down at his ugly gray hands, fondling her beautiful breasts, “Pleas let Ron go; you have me; you win.” Kim said, then looked up at him and asked diffidently through her lashes, “Pleas, Dr.