Kim Possible Porn Story: A Real American Hero Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Got To
Get Tough

Ron made his way
into the barracks with the other recruits. He began stowing his gear
when the last voice he wanted to hear spoke up behind him. What
are you doing here?

Ron lifted his head
and slowly turned to the bunk across from his. Du?

You were
recruited? Will Du asked, standing tall and obnoxious. Why wereyou recruited?

Me? Why would the
most elite military team in the world want an old stick in the mud
like you? Ron asked with a contemplative expression.

Is there a
problem here, Maggots? Slaughters booming voice spoke from
behind the two.

Yes, I would like
to issue a formal complaint. This child should not be here. Its
bad enough he and his girlfriend attempt to play vigilante, but now he
wants to play Soldier. Du said without missing a beat.

Is that a fact?
Slaughter tilted his head, You want to complain, then come with
me. Ill show you where you can drop the complaint.

Slaughter led the
smug Will Du into the back of the barracks to a dark room. You
can put any and all complaints right here. Slaughter said, and
before Du could ask, his face was shoved into a used, stopped up
toilet. WHILE YOURE DOWN THERE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT, CLEAN UP ALL THAT
OTHER SHIT, GET RID OF IT AND YOUR COMPLAINT!

Slaughter walked
back in. Anyone else want to bitch? he looked around at the
suddenly silent room. Good. Now get to sleep; after you all get
your nice long beauty sleep, Ill wake you for our
little morning ‘jog’.

Ron climbed into the
hard mattress and tried to get comfortable. After an hour of tosses,
he quietly climbed out of bed, glanced up to see Will dragging
himself from the bathroom, grumbling before collapsing on his own bunk. Night, Willie, Ron whispered at the Agent-turned-recruit,
who lifted a specific finger in response.

The blond chuckled and pulled a small wallet sized picture and a piece of scotch tape
from the large case at the foot of his bunk. He climbed back in bed
and taped the picture of the grinning redhead to the metal bedpost.
Goodnight, KP. Love ya he whispered, unaware that at that
moment several hundred miles away Kim was doing the same.

—

UP AND AT ‘UM,
MAGGOTS! Slaughter bellowed as he kicked open the door to the
barracks.

Ron groaned as he
sat up and looked at the clock above the doorway that read 2 a.m.

Its time to
get up and stretch your legs! You have thirty seconds get your gear
on and line up. Slaughter barked, and the group stared. TWENTY-FIVE SECONDS!

Ron and the others
quickly busied themselves dressing in their training fatigues and
lining up before the towering Sgt. Slaughter.

Youre six
seconds late, you pieces of filth; thats an extra six miles to
your daily twelve mile jog. Slaughter stated with a stiff lip.

By the time the
eighteen mile jog around the desert was completed, the recruits were
all barely standing. That was a good warm up, wasnt it, pukes?
Slaughter asked as he stood before them, unfazed from going along with them.
Now its time for the real fun; start with fifty push ups
followed by fifty jumping jacks. EAT THE DIRT LIKE GOOD MAGGOTS!
Slaughter bellowed and the recruits dove for the ground and began
their push ups in time with Slaughters loud count.

Now, filth, let’s
use this playground, Slaughter motioned to several obstacles
including running tires, low barbwire fences, a climbing wall, a rope
across a pit, and a climbing rope. NOW, GET YOUR ASSES MOVING! MOVE
IT! MOVE IT! MOVE IT! TWENTY LAPS AROUND THE COURSE NOW!

Slaughter stood with
his hands on his hips as Ron, Will, and the Recruits struggled through
the obstacle course. He glanced down when the cell phone on his belt
began to buzz. Slaughter. He answered.

Hello, Sergeant,
howre the recruits doing? Duke asked as Slaughter watched the
group, and a smirk formed on his lips when he noticed Ron and Will
were easily out doing the others.

The most pathetic
piles of shit I have ever seen, Slaughter responded. Though I
have to say Possibles bitch might actually have something relating
to a dick and possibly even some balls. But that might just be wishful thinking.

Stoppable has
some martial arts history first with working with his girlfriend, who
knows multiple styles of martial arts, but also from training some at
Yamanouchi. Master Sensei Kenshiro endorsed him
highly when I spoke to him over the phone. Duke stated, Thats
why Im thinking about putting him with Snake Eyes for his
specialty training.

Eyes would do him
well, if he can survive the shit Im going to put him through,
Slaughter grinned evilly, It seems he finds my course too easy.
Im gonna have to play with the design after I put the maggots to
bed tonight.

Just dont kill
him, Sergeant, Duke out. Duke said as he hung up.

Think this is too
easy, do you, boy? Slaughter chewed on his lower lip as Ron made it
across the last wall of the course and collapsed to the ground in a
heap. Ill show you easy

—

I swear,
girlfriend, you’re so perky, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you
OD’d on caffeine this morning.” Monique teased across the
booth at Bueno Nacho.

Meh Kim
mumbled as she poked at her taco salad.

Hes only been
gone for two days! Monique shook her head.

Fifty six hours,
twenty one minutes and she paused to look at her watch.
Fourteen seconds.

Are you going to
waste away counting down the seconds till he gets out of boot camp?
Monique asked with a raised eyebrow.

Is there a
problem with that? Kim mumbled.

Yes, because Ron
will use that Monkey Kung Fu on my sexy ass if anything happens to
you! Monique pointed out hotly. Not to mention any other fighting
tricks he learns over there!

Sexy ass? Kim
quirked an eyebrow.

It is, Kim; I
check to make sure it retains its sexiness every morning when I wake
up, Monique stated matter-of-factly. Its truly a work of
art.

Right Kim
drawled as she went back to poking her salad.

Speaking of which, I have an idea that might just make you and Ron both
feel better, Monique gave a devious smile.

Oh? Kim asked,
vaguely interested now.

Lets get some
snapshots of you and send them over to our little soldier boy,
Monique beamed.

Monique, we just
had senior pictures taken a few months ago, Kim rolled her eyes
but snapped back to her best female friend as she started to giggle
darkly.

Yeah, I know,
Monique smile went wider. Im talking about pictures your mom
doesnt need to see. Pictures that would make your dad have a
coronary. You know? Show him what hes got waiting for him when he
gets done.

Not like he
hasnt already seen it all already Kim smiled slyly with a
faint flush to her cheeks.

Monique made a full
stop and starred at the redhead as if shed grown a second head.
You mean Monique questioned, and Kim gave a shy nod in
reply. Dish Now!

Only once, Kim
whispered as she glanced around the restaurant to make sure no one
was eavesdropping. We um it happened the night before he
left for boot camp

Ahuh, ahuh,
Monique nodded enthusiastically.

It was a little
weird awkward but wonderful Kim sighed dreamily.

And Ron
details, Possible, details! Monique nodded again.

Well Im
not one to kiss and tell but She glanced around again. You
know how Ron has some really big hands? Monique nodded mutely.
And you know how they say that it sometimes corresponds with
that? Monique nodded again, beginning to resemble a bobblehead
doll. They werent lying. She said, causing both girls to
break into giggles.

So about
those pictures Monique quirked an eyebrow.

Kim blinked and
looked away in thought for a moment before shrugging. Why not?

—

Shego hugged herself
as she stood in the corner of the Cobra Fortress, watching Drakken and
Dr. Mindbender scurry over different vehicle and weapon prints. She
glanced across the room and spotted the Dreadnoks staring at her. She
was used to the idea of men staring at her body, what with her choice
of uniform, but the thugs were far more disturbing.

Are you cold?

Shego jumped
slightly to see the leather-clad woman known as the Baroness leaning
against the doorway staring at her. What?

I asked if you
were cold, Baroness said as she pushed her glasses up on her nose
and casually walked toward her. Cobra Commander wishes for your
company.

Cobra Commander?
Wow, he went out of his way for original names, didnt he? Shego
chuckled, but Baroness just gave a knowing smile. If you would
come with me, please; it is not wise to keep him waiting.

Shego shrugged and
followed the brunette out of the room, toward the central part of
the fortress.

Baroness led her to
a pair of large doors, pausing at a hand scanner. Step back a
moment, Baroness instructed as she removed one of her gloves and
pressed her hand on the scanner. A moment later, the large doors
opened. Step forward, he is awaiting you. Baroness said, stepping aside.

The doors closed
behind her as Shego walked into the barely lit throne room decorated
with Cobra banners. Welcome, my dear a hissing voice echoed
as a large throne rose from the floor.

Cobra Commander, I
presume, she said, noting the man sitting on the throne. He was
dressed in a blue uniform with a blue helmet connected to
reflective silver faceplate.

Shelia Goforth, Shelly to your friends, Cobra Commander hissed as he rose from
his throne and approached the pale-skinned woman. Graduate
of Yale with a Masters in Sociology and Human Development. Engaged
twice, both men murdered by enemies of your brothers. Former hero and
member of Team Go, now associated with Dr. Drakken and occasionally
with Team Possible.

Shegos eyes
widened at her once-deeply buried history. Ive done my
homework. You have a lot of potential, my dear, The Commander said
as he walked around her like a wolf stalking its prey. But the
question is, dear Shego, for what?

Care to
translate? Shego asked, narrowing her eyes at the Commander.

Youve done a
lot of things that we would consider beneficial in our line of work,
Cobra Commander stated as he continued pacing around her. But
nothing that would truly brand you a terrorist. Yet, on the other side
of the coin, your work in Team Go and the occasions where youve
helped Team Possible have made you quite the potential hero.

There a point to
this? Shego asked, looking at her gloved fingers.

Yes. You see,
youre, if nothing else, a mercenary. I brought Dr. Drakken into my
organization for his skills in advanced technology, Cobra Commander
explained, You, my dear, are simple case of right time, right place.

Then why wasnt
I killed like the other prisoners? Shego asked, not buying Cobra
Commanders story.

The masked man came
to a stop to stand face to face with the woman. Two reasons: One,
Drakken would likely not join our cause if we shoot down his ally in
front of him. And two: like I said, your skills could be useful. He
turned his back to her. You could be useful, but soldiers like you
are a dime a dozen.

Are you calling
me common? Listen here, you jerk, Shego growled as she lit up her
hands. Why dont I just show you just how common I am!

Please do,
Cobra Commander said, not even glancing in her direction.

Shego growled and
went to strike the masked terrorist, only to gasp as the coppery taste
of blood flooded her mouth accompanied by a firm, hard pressure to her
abdomen.

She went to her
knees as Cobra Commander recoiled his fist, and was barely able to
regain focus before Cobra Commander kicked her in the jaw, sending her
hard on her back. Drakken spoiled you, Cobra Commander said as
he crouched, pushing all his weight into his knee on
her sternum. She gasped when he leaned forward with one hand on her
throat, the other holding both her flaming wrists above her head.

Do as youre
ordered without question, and you will continue to be treated as a
mercenary. The mask man hissed as Shego stared at her own face
reflected in his mask. Defy me, and I may have to find other
uses for you. He said, glancing over her body before finally
releasing her.

Who is this guy?
Shego asked silently as she slowly pulled her sore battered body off
the floor and spat the blood that was forced into her mouth onto the
floor. Hes good very good I couldnt touch him
who the hell can take a guy like this down?

Got to get tough,
Yo, Joe

Got to get tough,
Yo, Joe

Sergeant Slaughter
frowned as all the rapidly moving targets on the far side of the
range were quickly obliterated from machine gun fire. Not bad. Now
let’s see you pukes do the same thing with a seven second window.

Youve gotta
stand tall when it comes down to the wire

The towering Drill
Instructor crossed his arms as he watched Will and Ron ducked and
swung padded staffs while mixing in a few kicks, the two still going
at it while the other recruits had already won and lost their matches
and were now watching them.

That the best you
can do, Du? Ron asked with a smirk. Rufus hits harder.

Coming from the
man who lets his girlfriend do all the fighting. Will smiled
tightly.

You gotta play
rough when you cross the line of fire

Oh, you did not just go there. Ron growled as the two recruits went for each other full force
and knocked each other clear out of the ring.

Good job,
maggots, Slaughter growled as the two tried to focus from the
blow-induced dazes. Youre both dead.

You gotta have
guts to stand for your rights

You gotta keep a
grip and hold on tight

GO! GO! GO!
Slaughter screamed as the recruits ran through the improved, barely
legal, training course, dodging now, instead of sandbags and barbwire, flamethrowers, swinging spiked poles, and electric fencing.

You gotta do the
fightin with all of your might

You gotta keep
the target straight ahead in your sights

Slaughter nodded
with a smile when the recruits werent looking, making note that
Ron and Will were leading the recruits through the obstacles.

Got to get
tough, Yo Joe

Got to get tough,
Yo Joe

Midday jogs were at
first a painful struggle, but as the training went on, Ron and the
others werent even fazed by the one hundred and fifteen plus
degree desert temperatures in their full gear.

GI JOE!
Slaughter barked as he jogged beside the recruits.

AMERICAS TOP
SECRET MOBILE STRIKE FORCE TEAM! Ron barked with the recruits.

THE MISSION!

TO DEFEND
FREEDOM!

THE PRIMARY
THREAT!

COBRA AND ANY
OTHER TERRORIST TRYING TO DESTROY FREEDOM!

THE BATTLECRY!

YOOOOO, JOE!!

Got to get tough,
Yo Joe

Got to get tough,
Yo Joe

Yo Joe!

Ron took a long swig
of water as the recruits returned to the Slaughter House after their
jog. The sound of a rebel yell and chopper blades brought a smile to
all the recruits faces. MAIL CALL!! Ron yelled, and the
recruits quickly gathered and stood in line at attention as Wild Bill
made a pass in his custom assault copter, dropping the mail bag
before zooming back across the desert.

Crazy son of a
bitch, what if somethings breakable in that, a recruit asked,
watching the rapidly repeating chopper.

Silent when at
attention, Ron hissed.

Du! Slaughter
called out as he looked through the mail bag, passing the mail
packages to the recruits calling out each name in alphabetical order.
Richards! He then glanced at the young man, who, just a few
short weeks ago, was skinny as a rail. Stoppable!

The recruits started
to break up when Slaughter blew his whistle. DID I GIVE YOU
PERMISSION TO GO AT EASE, DISEASE?

FOUR HUNDRED
JUMPING JACKS AND LISTEN WHILE PROCEEDING! Slaughter barked as he
passed before the hopping soldiers-to-be. Congratulations are in
order. You sorry pieces of filth have gone beyond my expectations and
have graduated in my vision from Maggots to Turds.

Starting at oh
nine hundred tomorrow, you will each receive one-on-one specialty
training to hone a skill you brought with you, Slaughter
explained, We will take what you have that made you think you were
a man, and we will use it to help you become a Joe… or a corpse. Slaughter stopped and waited for them to finish
their punishment. The Specialty Training will be done with a GI
Joe Officer, which one, perhaps two, of you have a miniscule chance
of becoming. They wont be as forgiving as I am, so be sure to be on
your utmost best behavior.

DRILL SERGEANT!
Ron called out, RECRUIT STOPPABLE HAS A QUESTION IN RELATION TO
THE ONE-ON-ONE SPECIALTY TRAINING!

Slaughter turned a
glare on the blond and stomped to get in his way. WAS THERE
SOMETHING YOU DIDNT UNDERSTAND, TURD? DO I NEED TO CALL MIDDLETON
AND HAVE POSSIBLE TRANSLATE FOR HER LITTLE BITCH?

RECRUIT STOPPABLE
UNDERSTOOD CLEAR AS CRYSTAL, DRILL SERGEANT! Ron yelled out making
sure to look forward without making eye contact with Slaughter.
RECRUIT STOPPABLE INQUIRES IF WE COULD HAVE A LONGER REST PERIOD
TO PREPARE FOR THE ONE-ON-ONE SPECIALTY TRAINING?

That would be
nice wouldnt it, Turd, and Id bet Possible would let her little
bitch have a break like that, Slaughter mused as he paced. Hell,
if I was a nice guy, Id let you all have the rest of the evening
off to prepare Slaughter then snapped his heels to glare at the
Recruits. UNFORTUNATELY FOR YOU, IM NOT A NICE GUY. I WANT
TWENTY LAPS THROUGH THE POSSIBLE BITCH CUSTOM OBSTACLE COURSE! MOVE
IT!!

THANK YOU, DRILL
SERGEANT! The Recruits called out before turning and running
toward the obstacle course.

Slaughter smiled
darkly at the blond buzz-cut young man running in the pack. Snake
Eyes is going to have a lot of fun with you tomorrow, boy

—

As the usual evening went, Ron collapsed on his cot, trembling as he opened
the envelope with KP written above Kims address in the corner of
the brown medium sized envelope.

He smiled sadly as
he pulled out the letter.

Ron,

Ive never been
good at writing letters. You should know since I really didnt
write you when you were at Camp Wannaweep. I guess Im just
paranoid the Tweebs will find where I wrote this and use it against me. Sounds overly paranoid, but you know the Tweebs. I
just wanted to tell you that I miss you, and cant wait to see you
again. Monique and I made a few presents for you; theyre included
in the envelope. Im really proud of you. Dad and Mom told me
to tell you to be safe. Ditto.

Love,

KP

Ron sniffled
slightly and rubbed his eyes before he began to look for the aforementioned gifts. He found another envelope inside the first envelope
and broke the seal. Whats this? he asked as he pulled out
the hand full of pictures and froze when his mind processed what he
was seeing. Boo Yah

To Be Continued