“You have got to be joking,” Bonnie said, staring at Kim. “Kim, is it just me or do you wear the same clothes all the time? I saw you in the locker room and I swear you've worn the same shirt for like… weeks.”
“I have no idea what you mean Bonnie,” Kim said, trying to keep a straight face. The truth was she often did come into school in the same clothes repeatedly. It was because either she was out on a mission until the last minute or because she had met Shego the night before and they had spent the evening in a hotel room. After all, she had tried having sex with Ron who was her official boyfriend, but he kept fainting and she had needs. The clothes were always professionally cleaned before she came back into school though. “Now are we going to do this or not?”
“Sure, as long as I can be on top of the pyramid.” The other cheerleaders groaned.
“Bonnie, we talked about this. You can't jump that high.” Tara looked at her imploringly. “Kim's the only one who can. You can get to the next row down just like me, but that's it.”
Bonnie grumbled. “Fine, whatever. See if I care.”
Trying to ignore her Kim and the others got back to working on the routine. To her credit Bonnie kept up her end and while she kept shooting Kim dirty looks she didn't miss a beat. They went through it three more times before Kim called an end to it.
“Okay ladies, you can all go home now. I'll clean up and practice a little longer.”
They all bid her goodbye and filed into the locker room. Kim waited until they were gone and then started to really cut loose. The routines she had the girls work on were on the same level as a professional cheerleader team, but they were still way below average for her. She hadn't even broken into a sweat yet. But then, that was good genes for you. Her brothers spent a lot of time working on their routines too, but they got to do it alone without anyone else to slow them down.
“Not to mention, they don't have to dress like they're cheering for the Vikings,” Kim muttered looking down at her new purple and white outfit.
An hour later after a lot of back flips through the rafters of the gym Kim made her own way to the locker room. Inside she took off her uniform and had just removed her sports bra when the door leading out to the parking lot opened and closed.
“Damn them,” Bonnie spat. She marched right past Kim without seeing her and sat three rows down by her own locker before pulling out her cell phone. “Yeah, it's me. Where the hell are you? Mom said you were supposed to pick me up after practice.” She waited. “What do you mean you didn't feel like it? My care is in the shop and you said… take that back! I am too worth the effort! So what? I'm not the head cheerleader like you two were so I'm not as good as you? You know what? Fuck you! I'll take the damn bus. Right, just like the poor people.” She turned off her phone and screamed. Then Kim heard her break down into sobs.
Moving slowly, her clothes forgotten, Kim peered around the edge of the lockers. There was Bonnie, holding herself and bent over, her mascara running down her cheeks. Her eyes were scrunched tightly closed and she wasn't looking up.
“Bonnie?”
Her head snapping around, eyes red, she glared at Kim. “Great, you're here. Well go ahead. Make fun of me. I know I deserve it.”
“Bonnie, I'm not going to make fun of you.”
“Right, because you're Kim Possible and you have to be better than everyone else.” She looked away. Kim didn't say anything. Largely because she knew she was better than most other people… Bonnie for certain. “I'm just the local bitch. A complete whore.”
Sitting down next to her Kim said, “I would never even think that Bonnie.”
“But it's true. Look how I acted when Ron got rich. When he handed me that wad of cash I almost came right there. I'm a greedy selfish whore.”
Kim sighed. “Bonnie, what is wrong? An hour ago you were the center of the universe.” In your own mind, she added mentally.
“I was just talking to my sister. You remember them, don't you?”
Kim nodded. She had met Bonnie's sisters when she had been molecularly glued to Bonnie's ass. From what she had seen they treated Bonnie the same way Bonnie treated everyone else. They hadn't said anything about Kim. It had been like sharks with blood in the water. It didn't help that they were clearly prettier than Bonnie. Where Bonnie was short and slim they had supermodel looks, double D breasts, gorgeous faces, and the brains to match. During her own brief turn as a model Kim had found both of them modeling lingerie in another part of the magazine.
“Well, they were supposed to pick me up but they blew it off to go out with some underwear model. Told me I wasn't worth picking up. That I'd never be as good as them.”
Kim sighed and put an arm around Bonnie's shoulder. Her cheerleader uniform was dry, but still smelled of sweat from all the practice. Trying to ignore it Kim said, “Bonnie you know that isn't true.”
“Why not? I'll always be second best.”
“You really shouldn't compare yourself to me. I mean come on; your sisters aren't even close to my level. I've beaten people whole armies couldn't take down.”
“True,” Bonnie admitted. She started crying again and Kim pulled her to her shoulder to cry and patted her back. Muffled Bonnie said, “Why are you being so nice to me?”
“Because I… I don't think anyone deserves to be treated like that. You… well you've done some good things. Helped out with charities, done a lot of things for school. Sure it's just so you can get into a good college but the point is you do it.”
“God, is there anything you don't do well?”
“Um…” Kim tried to think. Then she felt something odd. Bonnie's tears seemed to have stopped, but something different but still wet pressed against her shoulder. Trying not to upset Bonnie who seemed to be in a very fragile state she simply sat there and let her catch her breath.
She didn't want to admit it, but it felt nice to have the other girl pressed into her. Bonnie kept herself in perfect shape and that included her hair. It and her skin touching and brushing against Kim's body felt good. Really good. Closing her eyes she just sat there holding Bonnie and enjoying the sensation of her warm body.
Then she realized that Bonnie wasn't pulling back. Instead Kim felt a soft pressure on her shoulder and then the familiar sensation of a tongue gliding over her skin. Unsure what to do she stiffened up. Bonnie apparently took this as permission to continue and moved her mouth up Kim's neck and to her jaw.
Unable to control herself Kim closed her eyes again and let her head lean back. Bonnie kept going, now planting butterfly kisses along Kim's skin and nipping at her. Bonnie's hand moved up to Kim's naked chest and rubbed her now hard nipples and then she started rubbing her own breasts against the side of Kim's body. There was a cold feeling and Kim realized Bonnie's tongue had a stud in it.
“Bonnie… what are you doing?” Kim asked. Bonnie's answer was to slide her hand down low and roughly grab at the front of Kim's panties, roughly rubbing her fingers into the growing wet spot.
Then Bonnie bit down hard. Pain shot through Kim's neck and she yelled. Jumping up she almost dumped Bonnie on the floor, but the other girl managed to keep her balance. Putting her hand down Kim saw blood on her fingers.
“What did you do that for?”
“What?” Bonnie seemed genuinely surprised. “Didn't you like it?”
“Are you nuts? That hurt!”
“It's supposed to,” Bonnie said in her usual “Kim's an idiot” voice. “That's what makes it fun. You mean you've never tried adding a little pain?”
“You do?”
Bonnie smiled and pulled up the front of her uniform. Kim stared as she used her perfectly manicured pink nails to slowly tickle over her perfect mocha skin and then hook a huge silver ring that pierced a very large brown nipple. The tip of the nipple was light pink, but Kim mostly focused on the ring as Bonnie tugged it hard. Kim flinched, afraid that she would rip the metal ring through the thick nipple. Then Bonnie twisted it and screamed out loud, drool dribbling down her chin.
“Do you want to try?” She asked coyly.
Kim frowned and backed up. “No! I'm really not into that.”
Bonnie moved forward and grabbed Kim by the arms and pushed her up against the wall. “Come on Kim. You wanted it a second ago.”
“I'm already in a relationship Bonnie,” Kim growled. Instinct took over. She spent a lot of time getting slammed into walls by people and she automatically broke Bonnie's hold, then grabbed her flailing arm, twisted it and performed a roll to push Bonnie against the wall. “What's wrong with you?”
“I get treated like shit all that time,” Bonnie said, cheek pressed into the cinderblock wall. “You're surprised I learned to get off on it?”
“What, you get off on your sisters acting like you're something on the bottom of their shoe?”
Bonnie smiled over her shoulder. “Sometimes, after I cry it out. Have you looked at them? They don't know about it, but I've slept with both of them. Each one things the other doesn't know, but I've gotten them both to slap me around and fuck me.” She closed her eyes and strained against Kim's hold. “Mmm, kind of like this. Can you slap me now? Hit me a few times and make it hurt? Rape me? Sometimes when I'm alone I do this thing where I heat up some needles and stick them in my breasts. Come on Kim, make me scream for you to stop.”
Kim let her go and backed away. “No! I told you… I can't do something like that! That's… sick!”
Bonnie smiled. “I told you I was a whore.”
Kim, disgusted with Bonnie and with herself for letting Bonnie get that close, turned and ran back to her locker. She got dressed, not worrying about putting on her bra or socks and ran out of the locker room.
Bonnie sighed and licked the last drop of Kim's drying blood from her lips, and then she looked down at herself. “Crap, if she tells anyone they might ask me to quit the team.” Then again, this was Kim. She probably wouldn't say anything.
With time to kill and her blood still pumping from the memory of touching Kim's body Bonnie sat back down. “Well, I've got all day. Might as well finish myself off before I have to take public transportation. Though I think I'll call a cab.”
Reaching up under her shirt, which was still pulled up over her breasts she hooked the ring again and pulled down her panties. Spreading her legs and using everything she learned in Yoga class Bonnie looked down at the pink folds in her public hair. She let the hair grow specifically so she could tug and pull at it. In addition she had several more piercings Kim hadn't seen.
There were two rings on either side of her pussy and a small bar sticking through her oversized clit. Similar rings were pierced through four sides of her anus. All of them were thick, hard, and hurt like hell when she pulled at them. Which she did, one after another, moaning and occasionally slapping herself. She lost track of time as waves of pain and pleasure rolled through her. Then she came, hard, some urine leaking out when she did and covering her fingers. Lifting them to her lips she started to lick them clean.
Suddenly she heard a gasp and looked up to see Cindy, one of the newer girls on the squad at the other end of the lockers from where Kim had been. The young Asian girl had a hand up her shirt and another rubbing the front of her skirt as she stared at Bonnie, but when Bonnie saw her she squealed, “I'm so sorry!” Then she turned and ran out. Bonnie chased after her, but by the time she got to the door she was nowhere in sight.
“How much did she see?” Had she been there the whole time? A lot of the new girls liked to sneak in and see what kind of training Kim did to get so good. Some even tried to imitate it until they got hurt or too tired to go on and went back to normal. Had she see Bonnie try to force herself on Kim or had she just come in and seen her masturbating? Either way there was no way a freshman like her was going to keep her mouth shut.
“My sisters aren't ever going to drop it when I get kicked off the team,” Bonnie muttered. Then she pictured them tying her to the bed and spanking her until she was “sorry” and smiled. “Could be worse.”
The next day all through school Kim heard rumors about Bonnie. All of them were fairly accurate and more than a few people were staring at the bandage on her neck. She saw Bonnie walking along and pretending not to notice even when a guy on a skateboard zoomed past and slapped her on her ass.
By the time practice had rolled around Kim was worried about what she was going to do. The other girls were in a group whispering to each other about Bonnie who sat off to the side of the bleachers doing her makeup.
When she arrived Tara broke away from the group and walked up to Kim, “Is it true that Bonnie tried to bite you?”
“Yeah,” Kim admitted.
“And she tried to force you to… you know.”
Kim blushed. “Look, it wasn't… I mean…” She always did have trouble lying. Plus, how could she admit that if Bonnie hadn't gotten all freaky about it she might have kept going?
“Look, the other girls were talking and we think we should…” She was interrupted as the familiar beep of Kim's communicator went off.
Saying a quick thanks to whatever higher power was looking out for her she answered it, “Hey Wade, who's the bi… I mean what's the bi… the… what's going on?”
“Someone just broke into a top secret Canadian instillation. They need your help now.”
“Oh, really?” Kim said, trying not to smile. She turned to the other girls, “Hey, I have to go save the world. Tara is in charge of practice and I give her full authority for any group decisions.” Kim felt a little guilty, but not enough to stick around and discuss Bondage Bonnie in public. Turning she headed for the locker room, grabbed her bags, and as the other girls ran after her begging her to wait and deal with this she snatched the ladder handing from the helicopter Wade had waiting outside and took off into the sky.
“Well Tara,” one of the girls said. “It's up to you. Kim probably wouldn't have gone along with this anyway.”
Tara nodded. “You're right. The rest of you… you're sure you want to do this? Bonnie's mom is pretty rich and if it goes wrong…”
“If it goes wrong, the rest of us will just tell them what happened,” another one said. “Exactly like we said we would. Nobody backs out, right ladies?” The group nodded.
“Okay,” Tara said nervously. “If you're all sure we shouldn't just…”
“Tara…”
They went back into the gym where Bonnie waited patiently and surrounded her. Bonnie sighed and said, “Yes, it's all true. I'm a slut and complete nympho and I'm into S&M. I'll clean out my locker, transfer schools, and none of you will ever see me again.” She got up, but was immediately pushed down by three of them. “Hey!”
“Not so fast Bonnie,” Tara said, mustering all her courage. “You know, a lot of us have been on this team for years and ever since we got here you've been bossing us around, being a total bitch, and we're sick of it. Yeah, you're really good at cheerleading and you're popular, but that doesn't make you better than the rest of us.”
“Yeah,” someone else said. “And we're not letting you off the hook that easy.”
“So what? You're going to blackmail me?” Bonnie asked.
Tara nodded. “Yes, we are. From now on you're going to do what we say, when we say it, and when we're at practice you're going to give that high and mighty attitude of yours a rest.”
“Why should I? So you tell everyone? They already know.” Bonnie stood up again, pushing her face into Tara's. “Suppose I just say no?”
Hands grabbed her from every direction, holding Bonnie's arms and legs. Tara closed her eyes and said, “If you say no to us, then you'll be punished. Girls?”
Bonnie looked and saw that several of them had broken away from the group and moved to the doors. From their gym bags they pulled out large chains and locks, threading them around the doors until they were stuck fast. Nobody from outside was going to open them.
“No way…” Realizing what was going on Bonnie looked around at the girls. Several of the restraining hands were now alternatively squeezing her body, though never releasing enough for her to get loose. “There's no way… you don't have to guts to do this.”
Cindy's hand reached out the gently caress her. Then like a snake she punched Bonnie across the face. In her mouth Bonnie's cheek cut against her teeth and a bit of blood dripped over her lip. “Shut up bitch. We said to do what you're told.”
Slowly licking her lips Bonnie said, “That hurt.”
“I know.”
Tara smiled and said, “We hear you like that. But we don't want to get too rough with you, so if we ever start to go too far, all you have to do is say Mad Dog and we'll stop. We promise. Do you understand?”
Bonnie sucked the coppery liquid out of her mouth and looked around. They seemed serious and through their shirts she could tell they were very excited. While holding her their had pressed as close and tightly against her as possible. There were roughly a dozen girls there and some were so new Bonnie didn't even know their names.
Someone grabbed her hair and pulled back hard. “She asked if you understand.”
“Yes… I understand.”
“Do you want us to stop?”
“No…” Someone slapped her across the chest sending stinging sensations through her chest. “I mean do whatever you want with me.”
“God answer,” Tara leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.
“Just one question,” Bonnie said. “What made you decide to do this?”
Tara giggled. “Haven't you wondered what really happened to all those teachers they had to fire?”
Bonnie hadn't. Mr. Barken had come into every class and taken over for almost half the school. Various diseases were mentioned, but nothing specific. Now if Tara was to be believed each of the girls in the squad had been responsible.
“We've all been together at one time or another,” Tara went on. “Though we've never done some of the stuff Cindy says you're into. We talked about it and decided that we wanted to give it a shot.”
Bonnie was pulled back and laid across the floor. Held at each limb by a different cheerleader she struggled as they held her down. From this angle she could see than none of them was wearing underwear or bras. She also realized for the first time they were all wearing makeup, something they usually didn't do for practice.
“What are you going to do to me?” She asked.
“We're going to fuck you,” Cindy said. Her lips were covered in a shade of pink lipstick that contrasted her skin nicely. “I get to go first because I told them about it.”
Bonnie's eyes widened. “No, don't.”
Tara looked at her nervously. “Just say the word and we will.”
Bonnie turned and gave her a wink and a smile, then forced her face back to looking scared. The girls relaxed, some of them having been feeling a little bad about this. But knowing that whatever they were doing Bonnie was going along with it really made them relax.
Cindy took her cue and sat down on Bonnie's stomach, pressing her pussy against her light brown skin. Grabbing her shirt she pushed it up just like she had seen the day before and slipped her fingers into the rings and pulled back, rubbing against Bonnie's midriff as she did.
“Stop!” Bonnie yelled, squirming under her. “It hurt! You're going to pull my tits off!”
Cindy let go. Bonnie was about to complain, but Cindy grabbed her face and began moving in for a kiss. Bonnie struggled to move her face away, but with her arms restrained there wasn't anything she could do. Grabbing her roughly Cindy forced her face around and kissed Bonnie. All the struggling meant that lipstick ended up smeared all over their faces, but even though she thrashed around when Cindy's tongue entered her mouth Bonnie's twined around it and both of them moaned.
Next Bonnie felt someone tear away her panties. Cindy went back to playing with her breasts and the unseen girls behind her each took the rings in Bonnie's neither regions and pulled them wide. Bonnie screamed, but someone sat down on her face and her mouth was suddenly filled with warm flesh and pubic hair. Looking up she saw Tara above her, riding her face.
“Lick it Bonnie. Lick it or we'll stop.”
Tears in her eyes Bonnie obeyed. Between noises of lust and pain her tongue burrowed deeply into Tara as the girl rubbed her breasts and rode on Bonnie's lips.
Down below fingers began forcing their way into Bonnie's holes, not waiting to see if she was well lubricated or not. They forced them inside, until they couldn't do any more and Bonnie was sure she was going to split in half. As Tara came above her she tore her mouth away from the wet cunt and screamed, “Stop! I can't take it! Don't do this to me!”
“Make us stop,” Cindy said, cumming over Bonnie's belly and sucking one of her swollen nipple. “Make us stop you little bitch.”
“I don't… I… I'm going to pee!” She said.
“Hold it!” A muffled voice said from between her ass cheeks as someone began licking around all the fingers inside her.
Looking up Bonnie saw some of the other girls were making their own fun, groping each other and the girls holding her down. Shortly they let go to attend themselves, but Bonnie didn't try to get away. Lying there moaning she screamed out, “I can't! I'm going to piss!” She came. Hard. Liquid sprayed out of her and over the cheerleaders under her.
Some made disgusted noises. Others just started licking it off themselves and others.
Tara, her eyes half closed and looking dreamy, said, “I guess you need more training.”
“And punishment,” Cindy added, grinding into Bonnie. “You know what you do to a pet that makes a mess.”
The others agreed and soon Cindy was the only one touching her. The rest stood around her in a circle, looking down as Cindy pinned Bonnie down. Bonnie watched them stare down at her, some smiling, some frowning, and some still touching themselves.
“You ready?” Cindy asked.
Bonnie said, “They'll get you too.”
“Good. I've been thinking about it since I saw you do it to yourself.” Biting her lip she gave a nod. Lifting their skirts and spreading their legs all the girls took aim and started pissing all over the two of them. Without hesitation Bonnie opened her mouth and arched her back while Cindy simply closed her eyes. Warm wetness sprayed over them and ran down like a hot shower and smelling like cum. Moving her own vagina forward until it was over Bonnie's face Cindy pissed too and watched Bonnie drink it all in.
“God, you're a filthy whore.”
Bonnie nodded, licking her lips as the other girls knelt down and started rubbing all over their wet bodies. “I am! I deserve this! So are you! Fuck me! Fuck me now you horny sluts!”
They were only too happy to oblige. One after another while the others watched they took turns raping her. Bonnie screamed, begged them to stop, and never once used to safe word as some merely used her to get off and got her off and others took the chance to hit, kick, and verbally abuse Bonnie in every way they could. But when they called her a cunt, slut, whore, bitch, and slave, Bonnie just agreed with them. She never once used the safe word.
Soon Bonnie wasn't the focus of the group any more. Cindy claimed her for herself as the others paired, trioed, and quarteted off with one another. Some had brought toys from home and broke out dildos, vibrators, and creams that were passed around freely. Wrapping a belt around Bonnie's neck like a leash Cindy lead the girl on hands and knees off to a side corner where her pack was waiting. Propping Bonnie up against the wall covered in bodily fluids and flushed from multiple orgasms she said, “Are you too tired to go on?”
“Do what you want,” Bonnie purred.
“I'm so clad you said so.” Reaching into her bag she brought out some things. First her own vibrator. While Bonnie watched she turned it on and used it on herself for a moment. When it was wet she put it to Bonnie's lips and watched her lip it, making sure Bonnie did it sloppily and leaving a lot of spit all over it. When it was completely soaked she took it out of Bonnie's sucking mouth and roughly jammed it into her waiting cunt and flipped the switch. Bonnie's eyes rolled in her head as the buzzing got louder and louder.
Next Cindy took out two thin white candles. One of these she immediately shoved up Bonnie's ass making the girl scream as it pressed further into her than anything had before. But Bonnie didn't resist and bit her lip while Cindy lit the other one of put it aside. Finally the Asian beauty brought out a small plastic box full of needles.
“You were there the whole time?” Bonnie asked.
Cindy nodded. Opening the box she took out one needle and brought it over the flickering candle flame. “I want to try everything you spoke of. Should I stop?”
Bonnie shook her head, “No. Hurt me… beat me… make me bleed. I'm all yours if you do. I'll come and I'll do anything you want. Just stick that tiny prick into me.”
“My mom's an acupuncturist. Now, don't move too much.” She held the needle over the candle. By now several of the others, who were taking a break, had come over and were forming an audience and watching in anticipation.
When it was hot Cindy brought the red tip of the needle to Bonnie's left breast and then pushed it into the skin. There was no blood as the wound immediately cauterized and there wouldn't be a noticeable hole later, but everyone around watched as Cindy let go. The silvery needle stood half sticking out of that flawless skin.
“Well?” Cindy said to the others. “I know the rules. I brought enough for everybody.” Nervously, as if unsure if Bonnie would suddenly freak out on them, they each took a need and one at a time stuck them into Bonnie's body under Cindy's directions.
They needn't have worried. Eyes rolled back in pleasure as needles pierced her flesh and soft hands caressed her body as they saw fit Bonnie thought she was in heaven. Fingers digging into thighs on either side of her, her tits were covered in needles, some even stick through her nipples around her piercings which some of them also took turns continuing to play with. She looked like a pincushion. Others were stuck in her legs, cheeks, ass, and toes. Cindy made her get on all fours after that and began spanking her, slapping her ass over and over again as hard as she could until it was bright red and Bonnie was barely managing to not fall forward onto the pins. Eventually she let Bonnie sit back down, wincing as her stinging butt hit the cold gym floor.
Finally Cindy shoed them all back and got to work on Bonnie's pussy. Turning the vibrator off, but leaving it in, she licked all over Bonnie's crotch, taking some of her hair and flesh between her teeth and tugging until she tasted a little blood. She bit Bonnie all over, leaving marks that dripped drops of blood down her body. Bonnie couldn't reach up and caress herself with all the pins in her, so she had to lay there and take it.
“Bite me harder! Fuck me deeper! Make it hurt bitch, make it hurt!”
Even when Cindy didn't touch it Bonnie's pussy twitched and leaked every time she felt any soft touch or shot of pain. Both her pussy and ass were wide open, stretched beyond their limit, and Cindy could see for several inches into each as she moved her fingers inside along the walls of Bonnie's pussy and anus.
Moving back so everyone could see Cindy carefully pierced Bonnie's pussy lips, clit, and anus with the last of her needles. Then she picked up the candle and holding it over Bonnie's body she started dripping hot wax over them. Bonnie screamed, “It burns! Make it stop! Don't do that any more! It hurts!” Hot wax ran over her pussy and ass and then Cindy moved it up, hitting each place where a needle had burned and poked into her flesh. Soon Bonnie was covered in it and lay panting on the ground.
“Now girls, carefully pull them out.” Entranced and shocked that even this hadn't been enough to make Bonnie cry out the safe words they gingerly removed all of the steel from heir new sex slave's body while Bonnie looked like she was about to pass out. They put them away in the plastic box, wax and all. When they did Bonnie waved them closer and lustily kissed each and every one of them.
“I have never felt better in my life,” she muttered.
Cindy grinned. “I thought so.”
Tara checked the clock and said, “Well, it looks like our practice time is all used up… should we head home or hit the showers?”
“Showers!” The girls cried bunching together. They had been majorly turned on by Cindy's show and unable to take their eyes away from Bonnie's abused body. All of them had bruises of some kind or another, but that wasn't unusual in practice. .
One sniffed. “And maybe a drycleaner on the way home.”
Kim was sparring with Shego in the empty warehouse they used just a block away from their favorite love hotel in south Japan. Trading blows they moved back and forth over the concrete floor, their blows echoing off the steel walls.
“So you were really going to go for it?”
Kim nodded, having just confessed to Shego. “Yeah, but then she went and got weird on me.”
Shego fired a green blast that Kim dodged and then sweep kicked her legs out from under her. Looking up at her Shego said, “Just for sex though, right?”
“Of course,” Kim said. Shego suddenly grabbed her arm, flipped her over, and pinned her to the ground. Getting her breath back she said, “I love you.”
“Good. I love you too.” They kissed. “So she really bit you?”
Flipping her over Kim said, “Uh huh. Then she acted like she wanted me to rape her and told me to slap her.”
“One sick puppy.” Shego kicked up and Kim flew back into the wall. Shego quickly caught up and pushed her up so her feet didn't touch the ground. “I mean, who gets off on pain and hitting someone?”
“Beats me,” Kim said wrapping her legs tightly around Shego's waist. They shared a deep look and then kissed again, groping and moaning against each other. Breathing hard Kim said, “I'm ready. Come on, let's go to the hotel.”
“Race you these Sweetie.”
On the way Kim reflected that the girls had taken amazing initiative. They had accepted Bonnie, promised not to tell anyone, and had even squelched all the rumors. They assured Kim they had taken care of it and Bonnie had agreed. In fact Bonnie had been amazingly compliant at practice doing whatever she was told and had taken a spot at the bottom of the pyramid even though it meant the heels of two of the girls’ shoes digging painfully into her shoulders. Tara, who was in the Pun Club, had changed the school sign to read: Cheerleader practice and try-outs all this week. No pain, no gain. We'll whip you into shape in no time and you will learn to suck it up.
Kim didn't see what the pun was, but liked the message.
On top of all that Bonnie's sisters had been invited to some of the practices and while Kim didn't know why, they had been treating Bonnie with an amazing amount of respect. ((If she had known that the other cheerleaders had helped to train them as Bonnie's personal slaves, she would have been even more surprised. They had invited the two of them down one day when there was no practice scheduled on the pretense of asking for their advice. Once there they were tied up with jump ropes, wiped, abused, and fucked until their heads spun. Like their sister they never used the safe word and now worshipped at Bonnie's feet, begging her to make them cum at her discretion and doing the same for her and any of the girls Bonnie ordered them to and how she ordered it. Bonnie didn't mind. She actually liked bossing her sisters around and degrading them and hurting them, now that she had other people to do it to her and at home kept them on leashes whenever their mother wasn't around. In fact Mrs. Rockwiller was impressed with how well her daughters were finally getting along.)).
“What's this?” Shego asked, tugging at the black leather strip around Kim's neck. The tags on it jingled.
“Oh, just something Bonnie bought for our squad. Since our team is the Middleton Mad Dogs she thought it might be nice if we had collars. The rest of the team thought it was a good idea. I forgot to take it off before I came down here.”
Shego grinned. “Looks good on you Princess. Maybe if you're a good doggy I'll make you bark.”
“Woof,” Kim said, lapping her tongue against Shego's neck.
Author's note:
Seriously, can you picture Bonnie not being the submissive in and S&M party? Hell, her name's probably short for Bondage. I have done the research and I know some people do this stuff and like it.
If you didn't like it… I warned you.