Restitution's A (Green) Bitch

Notes: First off, just a quick thanks to those of you who've reviewed my story. I really appreciate it. Not many people can get their minds around the way I switch from one style to another. Plus, I like alluding to story pathways and stories that make you use your imagination. And B: I hope you'll view the "floating freak" as my (attempted) humorous homage to the great C.R. God keep you, man. And third, I know. I've been wondering where the Hell the sex scenes are too. Hey, all I can say is...I write it down as it comes to me.

That said, I truly hope you enjoy this chapter. Be well. :)

-Jason. (Posted4You)

Chapter 3: I'm A Doctor, Damnit! Not A Somnambulist!

Shuffling papers and walking down the hall, humming; "Drew a ditty-ditty dum ditty drew..." Shego shook her head in annoyance. She knew it was a mistake to check out that oldies station on the net while she was doing her "research." Still, damn catchy tune, that.

The papers in question were printouts from various Japanese anime comics, bondage art sites, and a few REALLY intense live-action bondage sites. Shego thought to herself, why bother going to a fetish sex shop when you've got a fully functional factory to produce your fantasy bondage equipment? What's the use of having a bored evil genius if you're not going to use him, right?

Case in point. Shego had just downloaded some stills from the movie "A Clockwork Orange," and one of the printouts was of the "milk dispenser" from the bar scene.

"Ultra-violence..." Shego muttered to herself, licking her lips.

Right... Anyway, the image of that statuary had roused Shegos imagination to such a point that she knew she had to have something like that, either for herself or for...her guest. Shego's grin was beautifully wicked.

And this printout...oh, right. A new "faked" image of that pop-sensation Brittina in the nude. Damn Drakken for introducing me, Shego fumed, to that newsgroup of PhotoShop artists and their celebrity pictures. Fake nudes are cool, but I've been spending WAY too much time there. And what is up with grown men and teen singers? Oh well, Drew deserved the occasional reward with all the work he's been putting in on this project.

Ahh, the lab.

"How are those things going...Drew?" Shego stopped dead in her tracks, a look of astonishment etched on her face. Drew had both hands...up to the elbows...inside a mostly-completed contraption on the table in front of him. "Ummm, Drew... Just FYI, those are meant to fit on a nipple, not the entire breast."

The evil genius known the world over as Dr. Drakken looked up from his work, a look of surprise etched on his oil-stained face. "What? Why didn't you specify that when you g-gave me those bl-blueprints..."

Drew couldn't hold back any longer as a throttled chuckle that quickly gave way to heart-felt laughter broke free. "Relax, dear Shego," Drakken exclaimed, wiping the tears from his eyes. "As you obviously aren't aware, most evil scientists HATE working with microscopically tiny screws and gears, thus we build what we need at regular size and use a matter-condenser ray to shrink it to whatever size is required."

Shego, as a general rule, rarely ever set foot in the main labs before this week. This was not for lack of intellect; she herself was fairly adept with using various chemicals. Nor was it for lack of interest, as she had to keep up with the latest trends among the scientific community in order to know what exactly she was meant to be stealing and what extra components should go with it.

No, Shego kept her distance because half of Drew's "inventions" were likely to blow up if you did so much as give them a stern look. Even the ones that WEREN'T designed to blow up. Especially the prototypes!

Ergo; Shego took Drew's comment with a grain of salt. Her pursed lips and upraised eyebrow more than adequately expressed that fact. "Drew...?"

"Oh, all right. I'm the one that hates working with those tiny fiddlybits and whatnot. I must admit though," Drew remarked conversationally, "this little project of yours has given me the inspiration to work the bugs out of my shrink-ray. Not that I'd try it on myself yet, mind you."

Drew started fitting another bolt into the (ahem) HUGE device he was working on.

"I know you have your reasons for not sharing all your information with me. I mean, if I wanted toys like this...or those other monstrosities that could better be described as implements of torture, then I too would be as vague and...evasive, as you have been. But I need to know certain things, like who they're going to be used on? Do you want them to be a stimulator or a pain-giver?"

Drew started installing a dry-cell battery the size of a car battery in the side of the device he was working on. "Don't get me wrong! You gave me enough of an idea of what you wanted so that I could build it, but...let me give you an example. This re-enforced rubber-latex polymer loop will provide the constant friction that will simulate having one's nipple constantly pulled at, and the stainless-steel runners that keep the loops in-line will deliver the occasional electrical charge, but I need to know how much of a charge to set it for."

Having secured the last bolt, Drew began giving the latex ring a thorough application of a silicone-based lubricant. It would not only protect the ring and gears, but also keep the individual using it from receiving friction burns. Of course, more lube would be used after they were reduced to their proper size.

"Shego? I said I NEED to know what level of electrical charge to set these for. Do you want something along the lines of, "Ooo, that tickles," or do you want a "What the FUCK was that?" kind of response?"

Drakken finally looked up from his work when he didn't get any reply. "Sheg-oh hell."

He noticed that one of the devices was missing...along with Shego.

Oh HELL.

If she decided to test the device before it was shrunk to its proper size, the electrical discharge could prove to be...catastrophic.

"SHEGO!!!" Drew took off at a dead run.


Shego didn't know what was more embarrassing; actually having used one of Drew's devices...or having to be revived...while nearly nude...by Drakken...after being literally BLASTED out of her bed.

Fortunately for Drakken, Shego was far too weak to do anything aggressive (employ an attack mode) while he applied his special creams and bandage her up. Thus he was also able to explain what the miniaturization process would do to the electrical discharge she underwent.

Still, she thought to herself as she flexed her shoulder against the tree trunk she was leaning against, he was a perfect gentleman about it. Almost completely professional. It was the look in his eyes, Shego smiled to herself. He couldn't hide his fear as he checked the burn around her right breast, and the look of relief that swept over his face when she merely swatted at him...

Shego blinked in confusion. Wait, it wasn't exactly relief that I didn't attack him, she thought to herself. It was more...personal than that. It was almost as if... Naahhh! It was probably just relief that I didn't burn his hair off or something. Still...

"I'll be back before 9 Mom."

Embarrassing indeed, to be caught in a reverie while on recon. Wishing it was a little darker for this early evening, Shego still managed to become invisible among the leaves as Kim left her house, crossed the street, all the while singing to herself, "...snapping her fingers and a shuffling her feet, singing Doo-a-ditty Ditty-Ron Ditty-doo..."

Shego slowly shook her head in wonder as she watched Kim walk off into the distance, trying to figure out why she wanted to be... Gahd! Kim wanted to be beaten and raped. Why do so many people in positions of power and/or authority want to be sexual submissives? And for someone so scrumptious to boot!

Which reminded Shego. "Bug-biting?"

One big frustrated sigh later, Shego dropped from her concealment, sprinted across the street, and made it halfway up the side of the house before she realized that Anne was standing on the sidewalk. Clinging upside-down to the downspout of the eavestrough, Shego couldn't help but feel the blood flush to her face...not as a result of her position either.

Anne slowly walked across the lawn, pulling a set of keys from her pocket. Stopping directly beneath the still and silent Shego, she worked one of the keys off of its ring, and with a flick of her thumb, sent it sailing nearly straight up into the air.

Shego snatched it out of sheer reflex. "D-oh..."

"That's for the back door, by the way." Anne then began casually walking to the car parked in the driveway.

"Haven't you ever heard of plausible deniability?" Shego asked in frustration.

"Haven't you heard of state-of-the-freaking-art security systems?" Anne responded with a small smile. "I was watching you from the moment you leapt into that third-last tree. Heat signatures, my dear." Anne cocked her head to one side as she bemusedly studied Shego. "You're...unique."

"Still..." Shego began, nonplussed. "You probably don't want to know...what I...ummm..."

Anne paused before getting into her car. "It took some exceptionally talented friends several hours to be able to read what was left of that scorched...contract." Her jaw muscles were working overtime. "I still can't believe that in this day and age, such...such animals...so..."

Anne finally looked directly at Shego, who had finally pulled herself upright. The look in her eyes said what her throat closing couldn't allow her to say out loud. "Help me." "I don't know what to do." "Save my daughter, even if it's from herself." "I know you care for her too." "I trust you."

And with that silent entreaty, Anne got into her car, started it up, and took off. She didn't know where she was going...yet. She just wanted to give Shego some time alone to...to do whatever she needed to do. A nice drive to settle her thoughts.

Shego, meanwhile, was silently fuming to herself as she worked on the window to Kim's room. I'm no social worker/philanthropist! I'm doing this for myself! I'm evil! The evil sidekick! I just want things back to normal! Kimmy's the one with the burr up her cunt over..." Shego paused in her mental rambling as the image of a burr being used in such a manner. "Note to self, check for sticker bushes on the way back to the lair..."

Finally getting the window open, she swung in, instantly making for the computer. Obviously if Kim went through the trouble of hiring professional kidnappers for her fantasy, then she should have shitloads of files stuffed with stories, pictures, thoughts, and other assorted odds-and-ends relating to that fantasy.

Half an hour later, Shego was still sitting in front of the computer, seriously considering firing a plasma bolt through the whole damn machine. "How can a teen-aged cheerleader have such an impossible-to-guess password?" She yelled at the screen.

"Try Kim Stoppable," came a slightly muffled suggestion. "Ooof, hey, quit..."

In the space of two and a half seconds, Shego bounded across the room, opened Kim's door, snagged both twins by the front of their shirts, and dragged them inside closing the door behind them with a sweep of her leg. "Spill it."

"It was just a suggestion..." Jim began.

"We really don't know what it is." Tim contributed.

"She changes it a lot!" Jim exclaimed

"At least four or five times a week." Tim admitted.

"Two or three times a day if we're home all day," Jim added with a grin.

"But we haven't been able to break it in months!" Tim concluded.

Shego sat down hard and slumped on foot of the bed, face in her hands, feeling utterly frustrated.

"Not that we ever HAD to," both boys said in unison.

"Ah, the magic and wonder of Spyware," Jim enthused.

"Every keystroke," Time confided.

"Every click of the mouse."

"Every image saved."

"Every file downloaded."

"Immediately sent to a separate website." Jim winked.

"For our own, extremely private viewing." Tim winked as well.

Shego couldn't help but chuckle at the entire situation. If these two kids were Killigan and Monkey Fist, they'd be halfway through a wall by now, or beaten to a chunky pulp, or at least badly singed. Especially Fist, Shego mused half-amused. She looked through her fingers at the grinning twins. There was only one thing she could do.

"What's it gonna take for me to access this website?"

With timing usually found in some of the better cartoons, the front door opened. "Mom? I'm home, you can call off the search teams!" Kim called out...half seriously. She'd been feeling the extra scrutiny over the last couple of weeks.

"Hello dear. Could I have a word with you? In the study?" Anne obviously knew that Shego was still in the house and was trying to give her a chance to make it out undetected.

"When did your mom get back?" Shego whispered.

"About ten minutes ago," Jim answered. "She drove up pretty much just as Tim and I were getting back from the movies."

"Buckets O' Blood, A Sociopath's Love Story," Tim supplied.

"Oh crap! The computer..." Shego knew that to shut it down would take at the very least fifteen seconds, maybe twenty...

"Okay mom, just as soon as I throw my back-pack in my room." Kim started up the stairs.

"Okay, E-mail us at Jim-n-Tim@hotmail.com and we'll send you an invitation to the site name with the info on how to access the files." Jim was gently but firmly shoving Shego towards the window.

Shego glanced around in shock, thinking, "Did he just cop a feel?"

"And don't worry about the computer," Tim remarked, already heavily into typing. "We'll take the heat on this one. Just get going and...and..." He cleared his throat. "Help our sister...please?"

Door handle...turning. Shego leaped, grabbed the eaves, flipped herself up and over...and felt the roof vibrate as Kim voiced her displeasure.

"TWEEBS!!!?"


If you were standing at street level in downtown Lowerton, you might be a little alarmed to hear the sound of someone racing towards you yelling at the top of their lungs...

"...shit, shit,shit, fuck, mother-effing, cunt-faced, bastard-biting, shit-sucking, ass-ramming, god-damned, geek loving, fucked-up shit, shit, shit, shit..."

If you were standing at street level in downtown Lowerton, you might be thinking that you're in the twilight zone as the foul-mouthed demon, with an apparent ability of invisibility passed you by, leaving you in a wake of truly foul...and furious, language.

Of course, most people don't race across rooftops as Shego was currently doing now.

After her brief interlude with Kim's brothers, Shego needed some time on her own to vent.

"First it's the Mother," Shego raged within her own mind. "Now it's the brothers! Who's next? The goddamn, geeky boyfriend? Where will it end? I'm the woman these people should be trying to keep AWAY from Kim! I'm evil! I'm EVIL!"

Coming to a roof-gravel scattering halt, Shego screamed into the night sky, "I'M FUCKING EVIL!!!"

"Miss?" A soft hand grasped Shego's shoulder.

Half a second later, the possessor of that offending hand was passing (upside-down) through a brick chimney, through the guardwall (also of brick) of the building they were on, and slamming into the wall of the next building (a four story structure) hard enough to leave an impact crater...before unceremoniously dropping into the alley.

"Oh...crap." Shego ramped down the power in her hands, rushing to the side of the building and leaped over the edge, using various window ledges and fire escape railings to slow her downward rush. She may be self-professed evil personified, but she was no murderer.

Coming to a knee-jarring halt at the base of the alley, she realized... "Holy shit! You're still alive!" Shego was shocked to find the man in question, groaning in obvious discomfort, but still very much alive. Not to mention apparently unharmed. Well, horrendously scorched, but still in one piece.

Still... Stomping up to the still prostate man, Shego grasped what was left of his badly burnt business suit and yanked him up so she was looking right into his eyes.

"I don't like being surprised," she growled. "It's a good thing you're a supra...or whatever you are, otherwise you would have been INCINERATED!"

With that, Shego dropped her stunned foe, leapt into the air, and within moments was well on her way, vastly relieved that her rep wasn't...tainted.

The man in the alley took a few moments before slowly getting up and, taking a written list from his back pocket, tore off the name "Middleton" from that list.

"Fine, maybe I'll try..." He coughed sporadically for a moment. "Ah, Metropolis... Let's leave Middleton to the nutcases." And with that, the unnamed man raised a fist to the sky and managed to gracefully fly off before any curious onlookers could get a good look at him.

Shego, by this time a good four blocks further down the strip of Lowerton, was crouched on the edge of a building, gazing down and across the street at "Jason's Perversion Emporium."

She licked her lips as they formed into an evil grin...


"Drew, I'm back!" Shego called out as she entered the lair.

It was well after midnight. She was beat. First was the unplanned race across town from the look in that little...from the look in Tim's eyes. Then the unexpected surprise and power consumption on that floating freak in Lowerton. Then the two hours spent shopping for various rubber and leather fetish items at that sex shop... Actually, Shego mused, that was a bit of a pick-me-up. What was slightly galling, however, was having to take a cab back to Upperton to get back to her car, parked three blocks from Kimmies house.

"Why the fuck am I doing this?"

Shego made her way to the main lab, fully intending to just dump her most recent purchases, grab a quick shower, and collapse! What she witnessed changed all that.

Drew was slumped over the console overlooking the main processing plant, clearly unconscious.

"Drew!" Sex toys forgotten, Shego rushed up to her partner in crime...and visibly relaxed when she heard a soft snore emanate from Drakken's mouth.

"Oh, Drew. When's the last time you got some sleep you doofus?"

Then she looked up and saw what Drakken had completed work on. It was the shape and size of a tractors rear tire...big! It had thick steel cables emanating every third measure from the sides of it. Two of these cables were currently attached to the extended arms of a warrior robot. The third cable hung down from the bottom with a weight hanging from it... Was that an anvil? When did we get an anvil?

Shego watched in astonishment as the cables were drawn into the main body of the tire device, drawing itself up and making the arm joints of the robot creak in protest. At the same time, the anvil was similarly drawn up as the cable retracted.

Shego felt her nipples stiffen as the device then released the cables to their full length, then begin drawing them in again. Oh yes, once this puppy was properly shrunk to the right size, Shego thought to herself, Kimmies little nipples were going to get a HELL of a workout!

A slight snort drew her attention back to Drakken.

"Come on Drew, time for bed."

Shego managed to partially rouse the good doctor from his slumber, but it was painfully obvious that he was still mostly in REM mode. Wobbly legs, rubber arms, and a mind mostly shut down for the night made for a comical sight as Shego tried to guide Drew to his main living area...across the compound.

"Fuck that. Well Drew, I guess we'll be switching rooms tonight." Shego's room was MUCH closer.

Basically throwing Drew onto his back on her Queen-sized bed didn't even come close to waking him up, much to Shegos dismay. She knew what she needed. Crossing over to the mini-fridge, she took out a bottle of vodka and a shot-glass, poured a measure, and slammed it back.

She took another look at Drew.

Shego upended the bottle, taking two good swigs before replacing the cap and putting the bottle on her nightstand. "Okay Drew, let's get you...undressed..."

Starting with his boots, Shego was somewhat surprised to find that Drew was one of those individuals who apparently didn't need to wear socks. And when she took off his gloves, she found well-manicured nails...and such soft skin!

Unbuttoning his coat, Shego gazed down in amazement at a white T-shirt...stretched taughtly over a mass of...yes, she started groping...a mass of muscle. A low groan, obviously of appreciation, escaped from Drew's lips as he stretched out. Shego quickly took her (groping) hands from his chest, leaving her straddling his stomach. However, because of her previous precarious position, she was forced to drop her hands to either side Drew's head as she fell forward.

Her face was bare inches from his chest. A deep breath of relief that Drew was still sleeping...followed by another deep breath as Shego realized that Drew smelled...of black licorice. And musk. He smelled good! Licorice?

This was truly amazing for her, as she had always thought of her employer as the geeky, brainy, whiny, mostly cowering from a confrontation type of guy...

Drew surprised Shego by suddenly sitting up...still obviously mostly asleep...and begin undressing himself. He managed to get his pants to his ankles before collapsing once more on the foot of the bed, lightly snoring.

Shego sighed with relief. Okay, almost, but...oh crap. Taking another swig from her bottle, Shego repositioned Drew so that she could get his pants completely off...when she received the biggest shock of her life.

Here she was, kneeling beside her bed, in front of her employer, who was almost naked but for his underoos...gazing up at his (ahem) obvious masculinity.

"How can a man with such small feet," Shego whispered to herself in astonishment; "have such a huge package? No wonder he wears a coat all the time."

Shego finally managed to shake herself from her reverie some three minutes later. Her mind was obviously taking her down a path that she knew she shouldn't tread, but... Just a peek. A quick look, just to satisfy her damnable curiosity.

Besides, Drew could sleep through almost anything, apparently.

Shego reached out and gently grasped the waistband of Drew's underoos, pulling them away from his surprisingly flat belly...inching them down...down...down...

In another unexpected fit of mobility, Drew raised his hips and shoved his underwear off, then climbed all the way to the pillows before once again running out of steam.

Shego, meanwhile, was legs akimbo, butt stinging from landing on it when she leaped backward, fusing her backbone to the opposite wall, shocked senseless after having nearly a pound of man-flesh SLAP her in the face when Drew roused himself.

Her hand was visibly trembling as she held her cheek, almost as though she was...what? Marked? Burnt? Tingling? Yes, her cheek was definitely tingling. Tingling.

Slowly hauling herself from the floor, Shego slowly made her way to her bed, looking down at her employer. Almost beyond rational thought, she took the blanket and covered Drew as best she could...then raised it one last time to gaze at the mass of muscle that was Drew Lipski.

"With his dietary habits, how'd he get so buff?"

Drew snuggled into the pillow, wrapping his arms around it, sighing deeply, "Sheila..."

Shego blanked out, grabbed her bottle, and went to find a shower and a soft bed.

To Be Continued.