Kim Possible Porn Story: Come Dancing Chapter 4

Come dancing

Chapter 4

Crashing out through the last few meters of foliage the pair
sauntered in an almost casual manner across the grass and onto the
stone path that lead to the main access, in another time and place it
might have been a romantic walk in the park.

Just inside the open face of the cave was the massive glass panel
entrance way that soared high into the darkness overhead. The heavy
glazing had been cleaned so not a spot of dirt marred the view from
inside to out and visa versa. The heavy brass fittings were the only
bit of colour to tarnish this panorama. The mass of the glass was
such that it took more than a little effort to wrench a single panel
open.

Kim entered first, moving inside she was blinded by the difference in
light intensities. The outside had been so brilliantly lit that now
within the interior she could barely make out anything other than
blobs. Behind Ron had been stopped short, his bulk still holding the
door open and he like Kim could see very little of the interior.

But what both could tell was that they had been spotted. A cry had
gone up and then a mass of confused activity. Kim could distinguish
multiple large bulky men massing together obviously preparing for a
full frontal assault. Her heart began racing as adrenalin coursed
through her veins, sore aching muscles shifting effortlessly into a
proper battle stance, she was like a coiled spring waiting to burst.

It was like a herd of charging rhinos crashing through the brush;
numerous different battle cries trumpeted forth as the crowd tightly
packed together surged towards the hapless teens. Fists waving
menacingly, others carried anything that could be used as a weapon.
It looked like a hard fight as Kim prepared to move forward in a
counter attack.

At the last instant she felt a strong hand grasp hold of her shoulder
and bodily drag her backwards. Stumbling with her arms and legs
flailing every which way, the only thing keeping her upright was the
firm hand behind her. Kim watched as the weighty glass doors slide
shut with a slight whoosh.

The reaction was not as she had expected. The mass opposition upon
the other side of the shimmering transparent had a complete change of
expression, going from mean and hateful to one of fear and
trepidation. It had become obvious very quickly what was going to
happen; unfortunately they had become an unstoppable force charging
towards and immovable object. Those in the rear surged forward
forcing those in the fore front onward.

Both teens shut their eyes and winced as a sound of glass buckling
echoed through the tiny cavern. One eyelid opened slowly to see the
end result of the carnage. It wasnt a pretty sight. There was a
throng of human flesh pressed sharply up against the glass wall
creating an oddly coloured configuration, bodily fluids slathered
about the clear surface. A high pitched squeaking noise rent the
air as the stack slowly began to slither down the panel to end in a
crumpled heap upon the floor.

It hadnt quite been the battle Kim had expected but in her messed
up state it was by far easier than having to wrangle her way through
a room full of goons. She glanced over at Ron who was leaning over,
his forehead almost pressed against the glass, absently scratching
his chin. Upon his shoulder the tiny Rufus was hanging onto his
pets ear and leaning dangerously forward to watch the slowly
twitching carnage. Both turned to face her simultaneously gesturing
with a helpless shrug, they could think of nothing to say. Giving a
sharp tug, his shoes slipping on the stone footings he struggled to
hold the door open for her, with his back bracing the gate in the
open position, he quite gentlemanly took her hand to help her over
the quivering mass of furrowed tissue.

With every step over the uneven ground came a cry of agony or at the
very least a pained moan. Unfortunately this was not an uncommon
occurrence for the teen hero, more than once Kim had to crawl out
from or overtop of a pile of cheerleader bodies after the collapse of
a pyramid or the selfish judgment of one girl, who we shall
fictitious name Bonnie, in which all the girls ended up in a
quivering heap upon the earth.

Reaching stable footing Kim waited for her eyes to adjusted to the
brightness of the indoor lighting in this vast room. The cave
inside the mountain must be enormous for the space stretched out in
all directions for what seemed to be an eternity. High above was a
domed glass ceiling through which could be seen the jutting teeth
like structures of stelagtites. Lights mounted somewhere in the
cavern pointed their beams directly at the bits of rock highlighting
the glistening white beauty of the calcium deposits.

There were two levels; the lower held a mass of electronic equipment.
Computers hooked up to sensors designed to monitor the villainous
conquests of this evil organization. Kim could see radar, infrared
as well as solar radiation detectors and numerous bits of
paraphernalia designed to intercept, analyze, and decode
transmissions from what ever source they had originated from. It was
a very impressive set up, one that Wade would no doubt burst into
tears and dance around joyfully in computer geek bliss.

A large sweeping wooden staircase stretched from the center of the
room up to the second floor. Its dark polished railing was
intricately carved and arced from floor level to the upper story and
around the curved podium. From below our heroes could see the
multiple banks of terminals surrounding an outsized central computer
consol. About the outside curve, positioned above the deep wood
paneling were more banks of windows matching in concave form to the
surrounding platform. Through those sheets could be seen an equally
inspiring view of the magnificent cavern structure.

One final bit of the upper level was not missed, the generously
proportioned chair. It was a piece of craftsmanship from a bygone
era that just screamed villainy. Its back slowly turned about to
face the teen hero revealing the owner of this habitation. The
figure was decked out with an outsized cloak of the deepest black.
This heavy chunk of fabric covered the entire figure with the
exception of his hands and a mask.

Welcome Kim Possible, weve been expecting you. The figure
rose from his seat seemingly to glide effortlessly towards the
railing. Both hands reaching up to grasp hold of the woodwork he
continued his monologue. We spotted your aircraft long ago and
watched the pair of you parachute into the forest. You were expected
quite some time ago. His one hand waved in an effortless circle
But you seem to have taken a little trek through the forest
instead of the main road. Quite silly of you to be sure. He
ended with a little chuckle.

You have come to thwart our little plan of world domination. But
you like all the rest will fail to stop THE LEAGUE OF THE RED
MASK!!!

Kim Ron whispered to her, his one hand covering his mouth his
mask

I know, I know its white.

Ninjas attack! he screamed finger lancing towards the couple
below.

Seemingly out of nowhere materialize four lethal ninjas clad in white
from their heads to their toes. Each held in his hands a
completely different but equally malicious bit of hardware. Kim
braced herself for the coming onslaught, her every muscle tensed, her
fists and feet ready for battle. Beside a slight whimper came from
her sidekick, Kim knew where he stood in this battle.

The first leapt forward the wicked short sword sizzling through the
air. Blades dancing in intricate patterns, twisting and twirling so
quickly the atmosphere seemed to shimmer before her very eyes.

When the first completed his little show the second emerged to give
his modest demonstration. Kim didnt know what his weapons were
called but she knew they were defensive in nature meant for catching
a sword and with a twist holding it fast. The blades were only about
two feet long, thin and not sharply pointed. From the end of the
handle a U shaped set of guards branched out, these were half a long
as the blade but they would still cause her much grievance. With
equal showmanship this next fellow illustrated his competency with
the blades.

A third pale warrior began his wicked dance wooden nun-chucks
twirling about in front of his body. His sleight of hand included
whipping the two bits of wood connected by chain about his neck, over
and around his shoulder. Firing them from one hand to the other his
weapon wrapped around his back before catching it.

WHACK!!!!

OOOWWWwww you idiot that hurt!

There was a clattering of weapons as the hardware bounced against the
ground. The second ninja had dropped his arsenal letting them
clatter at his feet. His body had doubled over and he now held the
side of his face, the segment that had felt the impact of a fast
swinging set of nun-chucks.

His compatriot, the same one who had wounded him, dropping his tool
to the floor he leaned over gently touching the other mans
shoulder. Im really sorry man. I mean

Shut up man! the injured warrior bawled You never could use
those things properly.

I am sorry I never meant to hit you. attempting to apologize.

Go away. Just go away. He whimpered his hands weakly waving
about attempting to shoe the other bloke away.

Here let me help you to the first aid station.

Whats my wife gonna say? She already thinks this is a
stupid job. OOoowww man that really hurt. Painfully he rose to
full height, decided better and hunched back over cradling his wound.

All persons in the main hall watched as the pair gingerly wandered
out of sight. The one white clad ninja holding his swollen and
slightly discoloured face in his hands; the other cradling his
pitiable chum, it was a slow pained process. Upon the upper level
the man in black was leaning far over the rail watching the conflict
with some concern. Make sure you put an ice pack on that, dont
want it to swell to badly. And dont forget to fill out a first
aid report. His finger danced around, pointing in the general
direction of the two who were wondering off center stage.

When the wounded had disappeared from sight the man perched high upon
the second level turned his full attention towards the teenage
interlopers. Now where were we? he muttered absent minded,
while scratching his chin beneath the mask. Oh yes. GET THEM!

The final pair of ninjas launched themselves at the hapless
twosome. Kim barely dodged the flashing blades slicing in her
general direction. A nasty clang echoed as the cutting edge slashed
against the floor where a short instant ago Kim had back flipped
beyond her foes extended reach.

A pair of high pitched screeches wrenched her gut. Her desire to
ensure Rons continued well being was almost overwhelming but if
she made a move towards him then the ninja battling her would release
her belly enabling her to examine at her own intestines as they spill
out.

Once again cheerleading prolonged her life as Kim quickly split her
legs as far apart as they would go, dropping to the ground. Ducking
her head just slightly as the blades glided scant millimetres above
her skull. Now Kim brought forth her counter attack, with her legs
so close to the ground she carved through his defences tearing the
feet out from underneath her foe. With a mighty crash he hit the
ground but unfortunately for Kim he was quick to recover; hitting
solidly upon his back the ninja thrust harshly from the ground,
flipping his entire body back into a standing position.

Before the youthful heroin had a chance to bring her fist crashing
into her adversary he had twisted away bring the blades aggressively
about. Kim was forced to drop prone to the floor to avoid becoming
impaled upon the shinning steal. Rolling out of harms reach and
bounding to her feet Kim quickly manoeuvred into a belligerent
stance, she needed to get in close but that meant getting through at
those spinning blades.

Those malicious cutting edges of steel whirled through the air like
some ghastly egg beater. Kim Possible ducked and distorted her body
as only a skilled cheerleader could in order to keep out of evils
way, all the while looking for an opening that never seemed to
appear. The poor girl was running out of options, she needed a
weapon and the only thing she had with the necessary reachwas the
grapple gun. If she could use it she could either hit him or
distract him long enough to strike home.

Stumbling rapidly backwards Kim reached into the pouch located upon
her hip grasping for the only true offensive weapon she owned. The
ninja sensing she was making a move for some weapon that could cause
him mischief launched towards her.

The veiled thug embarked upon the destruction of our fair champion,
his knife blades ready to impale her. His right foot pushed off with
great force propelling him half way towards his opponent. The left
foot struck down ready to push forward that final lunge that would
obliterate his foe. The instant his boot touched down he realized
something was amiss.

The ground was unstable and he slipped forward, his whole body was
out of balance. Blundering about the ground, jerking outlandishly as
his hands flailed about it was as if he were a baby bird attempting
to fly for the first time and failing miserably. Sailing past the
hero his weapons tumbling from his hands, clattering some distance
from where he danced about. With a final act to his futile flight he
glided face first into the polished marble floor. Behind him the
nun-chucks upon which he had trodden skittered off into the shadows.

Rolling over the deprived bloke sat upon the ground cupping his chin
with both hands. I bith mi tong.I bith mi tong. He moaned
in some degree of agony.

Kim with her hand still on the handle of her grapple the weapon still
in its case stared dumfounded as things unfolded. Shed never seem
anything like it. No wait maybe she had: Ron had pulled that
manoeuvre on more than one instance and had occasionally crunched his
tongue as well.

Now while we are back on the subject of Ron Stoppable our heroic
sidekick was in quite a pickle, not the suit but the situation. The
ninja had leapt to assail the youth with a long thin javelin. Both
ends were sharpened so which ever faced the lad had a point aimed
towards his heart or some other important part of his anatomy. Both
Ron and Rufus let out a screech of terror the only difference was one
was able to hide in a deep dark pocket the other took off at a run.
Hot on his heels the desperado leapt after him weapon swinging
violently, bellowing at the lad to sit still so he be punctured.

It looked more like a race as the pair did high speed laps about the
outside of the room. Whenever it looked as though the rogue was
about to lessen the distance upon the youth his naked mole rat urged
him onward to greater speed.

Finally with no rime or reason Ron skidded to a halt and turned to
face his fiendish foe. With a yelp he noticed the sharp end faced
directly towards him. Dropping to the ground his head covered by his
hands he wailed the name of his girlfriend and awaited rescue.

Peeking out from beneath tightly closed eyes when the saviour never
arrived and wondering what had happened to his demise. The man had
suddenly stopped and seemed to be doing a little trembling dance, his
mass seemed to quiver in mid air. As suddenly as it had begun it
ended with the pole clattering against the floor, the ninja then
dropped to his knees and splatted face first into the ground.
Behind the lights disappeared along one section of wall. Looking
back the poor hero noted that the one end of the metal pole had
punctured the monitor of a computer screen obviously sending a jolt
of power through his unwitting person.

Both teens looked into each others eyes both cracking a slight smile.
Kim made a motion with her jaw in the direction of the head honcho
at the pinnacle of the stairs and both headed in that general
direction.

Not to be out done the gentle snarled in anger, gripping the railing
harshly in both hands. There was a rage in his eyes as he spouted
out the words You may have gotten lucky this time hero. But we
will rebuild, you may strike us down Possible but we will return more
powerful than you can possible imagine! With a flapping of his
cape in the quick breeze made as he began his escape, the man dashed
the length of the podium and leapt through one of the glass panels.