Shego tugged gently on the thin metal chain leash. Kimmy followed the tugs, trying to keep her eyes downcast. Hair-dye, which the cosmetic expert had insisted was only temporary, made Kim’s normally dark red hair into a clearly artificial cotton-candy pink. Silver tinsel was woven into her hair, matching the shiny silver collar fastened around Kim’s neck. An abbreviated, bright pink latex corset covered Kim’s nipples and the underside of her breasts, while a pink miniskirt covered Kim’s rear and crotch. She walked a little unsteadily on pink high-heeled shoes, fastened shut with small silver padlocks. A single false step could cause Kim to fall, risking exposing she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Shego’s thigh-high boots were just as high heeled, but in black leather. Her outfit, a tight fitting dark-green latex dress, hugged tightly to Shego’s curves. She wore her trademark set of black and green gloves, complete with the built in plasma-venting claws.
Kim glanced out of the corners of her eyes, keeping her head downcast. She moved to stay close to Shego’s back, watching for threats. The room was a dimly lit club. People walked back and forth, wait staff and customers. Several carried whips, crops, and other possible weapons.
Shego tried to relax, but it wasn’t easy. She could feel, almost a psychic sense, how keyed up Kim was. Despite Shego’s efforts to project an aura of calm, she found herself scanning the room also, trying to track threats. Rather then making the showy entrance Shego had planned, she found herself moving hastily toward a booth in deference to Kim’s nervousness.
Shego and Kim passed close to a man wearing a tight leather cat suit, hair styled into spikes. The man reached out, trying to press a hand up Kim’s skirt. Kim responded automatically, pulling away and kicking out at the man. Shego stepped back and the two women found themselves back to back, both dropping into combat crouches.
“Terminate exercise”
The dim lights of the club changed, bright lights turning on to reveal that the ‘club’ was merely a large stage set, part of the base’s top secret training facility.
Kim and Shego turned to face where the command had been. The ‘patrons’ and ‘customers’, actually NSA agents, parted to let Kim and Shego see two people sitting at a table.
Gibbons, dressed in his standard suit even here, was immediately obvious. Next to him was a figure Shego and Kim didn’t recognize at first. The raven haired woman, dressed in a tight fitting white latex body suit with a black latex mini-dress over it, she fingered a black leather cat-of-nine-tails and smirked in a very predatory manner.
Gibbons stood and began pacing. “Congratulations.” he said, his voice harsh with irony. “That’s the FASTEST I’ve ever seen two agents blow their cover.”
“As I said.” said the still sitting woman, tossing her head. Her long, lustrous black hair flipped back in a wave. “There’s something between the two of you.”
Kim and Shego felt their jaws drop in surprise. “Hilda?” the two squeaked in unison, finding it hard to reconcile the glasses wearing blonde of yesterday with this dark-haired seductress.
“I told you.” said Hilda. She stood and walked over to Shego and Kim, undulating provocatively. “I’m a chameleon.”.
“Why aren’t YOU going on this mission then?” snapped Shego.
“You two have skills I don’t.” said Hilda, dropping the siren act. “But you still need to learn MY skills… fast.”
Gibbons clapped his hands twice. “All right, folks… take five.”
Gibbons and the other agents headed to the exit. As Kim and Shego moved to follow, Hilda grabbed them by their hands.
“Oh no.” snapped Hilda. “We’re going to sit down and talk about EVERYTHING you did wrong.”
Shego walked into the dimly lit club, her right hand posed on her hip as she struck a provocative pose. One end of a silver chain leash was negligently wrapped around her left hand, the silver metal glistening against the thin green material of her glove.
Shego glanced around the room, as regally as any queen. Kimmy stood a little to her side, the provocatively-clad pink and silver bedecked girl staring submissively at Shego’s feet. Spotting a prominent table, Shego strode forward, her hips swaying provocatively. When a few daring patrons reached out to stroke Kimmy’s mostly exposed body, the young girl whimpered. Shego turned and silently glared. “Mine.” she snarled. Kimmy moved a little closer to her protector, as the others stepped away from Kim. Shego smirked and returned to facing the way she came, her black-and-green locks flowing down her back. At the table, Shego sat where the lighting allowed everyone to get a view of her green and black dressed body. Her left hand reached up to grab Kimmy’s leash closer to the collar, and tugged gently but firmly. Obediently, Kimmy sank to her knees next to Shego’s seat, not once looking up.
Cover persona ‘Kimmy: Willing, trained submissive’ for Agent Possible, ready for field use.
Cover persona ‘Shego: RPing Dominatrix’ for Agent Triple X, ready for field use.
Ann yelped, trying to kick back. The large man holding her arms simply leaned to the side, the kick missing him completely. The hooded, black clad woman in front of the two reached forward and slapped Ann, hard… Her black glove leaving a burning red mark on Ann’s face.
Ann gasped in pain, and the woman’s other hand forced a thick black ball gag into Ann’s mouth. The gag straps were forced over Ann’s dark red hair.
“On the table.” the woman snapped to the man. He grinned and forced Ann onto a metal table, using leather straps to pin Ann’s wriggling wrists and ankles to the cold table. She struggled, unable to escape.
The dominatrix tilted her head to a pair of scissors. The man took the heavy scissors and began cutting through Ann’s clothing, baring her young body. The dominatrix licked her lips appreciatively as she stared at Ann’s bare, exposed body. Ann found her face turning red again, this time in embarrassment.
The woman picked up a candle in one gloved hand and held it over Ann’s body. Her hand flared with green light. The candle in the woman’s grip began to soften, and then melted wax dripped from the candle, splashing onto Ann’s bare body below.
Ann screamed into the ball gag, her body arching as the hot wax splattered her soft skin, feeling as if her body was being burned. Her wrists and ankles tugged at the cuffs, finding no escape.
Cover Persona ‘Ann: Unwilling submissive’ for Agent Possible, ready for field use.
Cover persona ‘Shego: Cruel dominatrix’ for Agent Triple X, ready for field use.
Kim posed in front of the mirror, looking herself over carefully. She wore only a pair of white panties and a bra, after the last ‘practice session’ in the dungeon set. It was the final practice session; Hilda had finally decided they were ready. Gibbons promised their final mission briefing would be in the morning, and then the two would go up against this ’Hisss’.
There were a few marks on Kim’s belly, lines arranged in a tic-tac-toe pattern from where Shego’s whip had struck her belly. In one sense, the whip marks were minor; Shego had hit Kim harder when the two had been mortal enemies. On the other hand, as ‘Ann’, Kim had to hide her martial arts abilities… she couldn’t fight back, at least not effectively. Being so helpless, submitting, made it seem very different then any of her fights with Shego.
It felt, sort of… exciting. Like being on a roller coaster. Knowing that nothing really bad was supposed to happen, but still feeling that rush of being helpless, with events out of her control.
Shego walked in. The two agents were still sharing a bedroom… somehow, Kim had never gotten around to asking for a new room assignment after the first few days of the two having to share quarters. “I didn’t hurt you to much, did I?” asked Shego. Now out of her character, her manner was apologetic.
“I’ll be fine… just can’t wear crop tops for a few days.” said Kim.
Shego picked a small jar of ointment from a nightstand table and came over to stand behind Kim. Shego opened the jar, scooping some of the gel on the fingertips of her right hand. With a soft, circling motion, she began rubbing the healing medicine onto the marks on Kim’s stomach.
Kim moaned softly, letting herself relax. Over the training, a bond had formed between Kim and Shego… or, perhaps, merely strengthened. The two had always known there was a line neither would cross, that each of them considered the other her perfect match in fighting. Perhaps they were a perfect match in other ways?
Shego’s fingers moved lower, still in the soft circular motion… fingers working toward the thin cotton panties Kim was wearing. Kim gasped, realizing where Shego’s fingers were going. “You… I didn’t get hurt down there…” she said.
“Are you sure?” asked Shego. “Maybe you’d like me to take a closer look…”
Kim turned to face Shego. The two had been given detailed instruction on many subjects, including how to physically pleasure both men and women. Several training scenarios had the two having sex together, faking orgasms. But they had never… made love. Suddenly, it was something Kim wanted to do very much… and was sure that Shego did also.
“Yes…” said Kim. She swallowed nervously, then slipped into character. “Yes, mistress.”
“No.” said Shego.
Kim blinked in confusion.
“Shego.” said Shego firmly. “Not mistress… And not ‘Kimmy’ or ‘Princess’ or ‘Ann’. Just Shego and Kim… for one night at least, please?”
Kim stared into Shego’s eyes, green eyes studying green eyes. Kim realized the training must have taken its toll on Shego, also. Kim only had to go along. Shego in a way had the harder role, to act out things from her dark side… and to pretend to want to do things that Kim hoped that Shego would never truly desire. One of the greatest dangers for a character actor was for the character to take over.
Kim suspected that something like that had happened to Shego when she left Team Go, that she had wanted to go against Team Go and Hego so much that she had found herself trapped in the role of ‘Shego, super criminal’. But now there wasn’t time to consider such things. There was only Shego and Kim…
“Yes, Shego.” said Kim. She pressed her body against Shego’s, able to feel the taller woman’s heart racing under Shego’s thin nightgown. She lifted up on her toes, so she could firmly kiss Shego’s lips. “Just Shego and Kim…”
Gibbons flipped a switch. The video feed from the hidden, low light cameras in Shego’s quarters cut off suddenly.
“Told you there was something between them.” said Hilda, smugly.
“Anyone who wasn’t blind could have told me that.” said Gibbons. “They’re finally realizing it themselves.”
Hilda shrugged. “Well, one assignment down. Time to enjoy some much deserved R and R, while my two newest apprentices go out into the field.”
“What’s the traditional reward for a job well done?” asked Gibbons, sitting down.
“Another job.” said Hilda, saying the punch line to a very old joke. She then groaned. “Gibbons! You’ve got to be kidding, you have a new assignment for me already?!?”
“Think of it as… related duties.” said Gibbons. He took a folder from his desk and slid it across. “Just in case Shego and Kim get in over their heads, I’d like to have a backup ready.”
Hilda opened the folder, glancing at the pages inside. “Interesting idea… and yet more total deniability for the NSA and the US government, I see. But how am I supposed to deal with them?”
“You’re a chameleon.” said Gibbons. “Blend in.”