Kim Possible Porn Story: Leading Up To This Chapter 3

I did not take over his lair just to be cruel, although it was my main reason. The other reason being I at that time lived in a simple one-bedroom apartment while his lair was much bigger and looked like more fun to live in.

The lair was humongous, with an almost stylish nighttime-mystery feel to it. The spacious rooms filled me with an odd sense of contentment that was fairly reminiscent to my home back in Go City. (I swear on the eventual graves of my four brothers that the absolute only thing I ever missed about home is the building itself. ((I also liked the fighting part but Hego always limited me anyways.))

I spent the rest of the day and most of the evening walking through the endless hallways and limitless rooms and quarters. I was fascinated by all the doomsday devices and other villainous dcor that was strewn about. I rearranged the computer and security systems to accommodate to the change of ownership. When I was finished with that I checked the cameras and locks to make sure I was safe. Then I found the only room with comfortable furniture and slept there for the night.

I woke up the next morning a bit disoriented. Since I was in an unfamiliar bedroom I assumed the worst. That theory was cracked a second later when I realized I was fully dressed. I remembered the dream I had the night before of an elusive adventure I had alongside a blue-skinned mad scientist. My memory slowly started coming back to me.

My head was almost cleared of its confusion when a loud ding-dong noise rang in my ear. I walked towards the noise until I found the front entrance. I deliberated for a moment as to whether I should open the door or not. I opened the door, not knowing what to expect. There standing in front of me was the man I had just kicked out of the house yesterday, Dr. Drakken. He wasted no time, he got right to the begging. Please Shego, please, let me have my lair back. Please, please, I have no where else to go. I laughed before I slammed the door in his face.

A half on an hour later he returned with the same plea. This time I ditched the laughter and just shut the door. Another hour went by and he was back at the door. I decided that I wasnt going to open the door and hell go away. I underestimated him big time. He kept ringing that damn doorbell until twenty minutes later when I finally gave in and opened the door. You dont understand, he pleaded with me, I cant live with my mother, you dont know what its like.

Aw, poor little Drakken cant make ends meet so he has to live with his mommy. I replied in a babys voice. I chuckled a little to myself then I switched to an indifferent expression. Listen bud, thats not my problem. I told him. I folded my arms across my chest and stared him down with haughty eyes. He searched my eyes for any sign of compassion. He eventually realized there was none to find. He hunched his shoulders and dejectedly walked away. He did not bother me any more that day.

I felt triumphant. I thought I had rid myself of the spineless nuisance. Turns out I was wrong. Maybe two weeks later he was right back at my doorstep. I was just arriving home from a successful abduction to find him standing there banging on my door. I was flabbergasted. What made this psychotic loser so persistent. I blanched when he turned around and saw me.

He ran up to me, wrapped his arms around my ankles, and wept at my feet. Go away I said through gritted teeth. Please let me stay here he managed to say between his crying. Not a chance, now let go of me! I snapped. He stood up. His demeanor changed and he wasnt crying anymore. He looked at me expressly defeated, communicating his last plea through his sad eyes. You are only turning me away, he started in a level tone, because you dont know what its like to have to answer to my annoying, controlling mother.

I felt a sudden surge of sympathy for the guy. Well actually I think it would be called empathy. Switch the word mother for brother and I think Ive been in his shoes before. The poor villain was about to walk away when he heard me sigh loudly. “Come in, have a cup of coffee, and we’ll chat. After that I’ll help you get the rest of your junk outta here so I can move my stuff in.” His sad expression lifted in a split second. I wondered what kind of excessive behavior he would exhibit this time. I regretted my invitation even before he strolled into the lair.

I couldn’t tell you how this happened because I didn’t understand it myself. Somehow Drakken convinced me to let him stay here as long as he payed rent. Now you’re thinking to yourself: Why would she let him stay? She must have gone soft. Well, I just want you to know that is not the case. There are several good reasons why I chose this. I’ll even tell you what a few of them are.

1. He was living in my lair because he had nowhere else to go. Translation: I owned him. If there was one thing I managed to learn about the mad scientist in these past few encounters, it was that he had entertainment value. I could think of no greater asset than having him around as a punching bag. I mean that more figuratively than literally although both apply. Messing with Drakken was going to be my new favorite hobby.

2. In our arrangement, he was the one who had to do all the cleaning. Not to mention the cooking and a lot of other necessary tasks that I had no desire to do myself.

3. I was always curious as to what supervillains were like when they weren’t in the middle of a scheme. Although Dr. Drakken may not qualify as a standard example, this was to be an eye-opening experience for me.

As for Drakken, he was ecstatic. By now I have met his mother several times so I understand his reaction. But back then I could only wonder. He also seemed kind of excited by my company rather than resenting it. That is something to this day, I still don’t understand.

. . .tbc