Kim Possible and The Dimension of Opposites

NOTE: Apologies for the shortness. It's just that I have absolutely no idea where I'm going with this.


Part 3


"And this is your room."

Kim looked past Monique holding open the door and saw a very small room filled with nothing but a bed, closet and sink.

"My room?" Kim asked.

"Mm-mm. Legally, every slave must have a little place of their own. This is yours," said Monique. "But since you're new, don't expect to spend a lot of time in it just yet," she added.

Monique closed the door and smiled at Kim. Kim blushed and began awkwardly moving her hands, torn between her prudish need to cover her body and her Mistress' instructions that she shouldn't. Of course, she'd expected her Mistress to order her to undress, or at least had fantasised about it, but none of those scenarios had ever really included Monique casually showing her the apartment. She envied Monique a little, to be able to be so totally naked and not care about it in the least.

"Now, over there is our room, which you've already seen," Monique continued, apparently oblvious to Kim's embarrasment. "The bathroom is over there, which you're not allowed to enter without permission and the Mistress bedroom is over there which you're also not allowed to enter without permission. And over here we have..."

Monique opened a door. Kim froze, her nudity totally forgotten.

It was a training room, filled with gym equipment that didn't really register in Kim's mind. The only thing she saw was the punching bag hanging from the ceiling and the only reason she saw that at all was because Shego was punching and kicking. She too was naked, not even wearing anything even remotely protecting her and she was simply blazing with green fire. She moved quickly and angrily, her eyes shining with determination but not really focused on the here and now.

"Kim? Kimmie?"

Kim became aware that Monique was snapping her fingers in front of her face. "Whu- what?"

"Holy crap girl," said Monique. "I know Shego's impressive when she's fighting, but you were totally out of it."

"Sorry, it's just..." Kim's eyes wandered over to Shego again and her mind filled with visions of a sparring match. She shook her head. "Sorry. Let's move on, OK?"

"Actually that pretty much concluded our tour," said Monique, closing the door. "Come on, Mistress will be waiting for us."

Kim cast one glance at the closed door of the training room before following Monique back into the living room. There, sitting luxuriously on the large red couch, her Mistress was reading a book. Bonnie, meanwhile, was busy cleaning the windows. Monique walked to the couch and kneeled down next to it. Kim, unsure of what to do, followed her example.

"You've shown Kim everything," Kim stated rather than asked.

"Yes, Mistress. Except the Mistress' bedroom and the bathroom, Mistress."

Kim nodded. "Good. Kim's clothes are over there. Go put them in her closet, will you?"

"Yes Mistress."

Kim looked up and watched helplessly as Monique gathered up the little pile of clothes and left the room.

"Something you want to say?" Kim asked.

"Uhm... I will be allowed to wear those clothes when I return, won't I?"

"That depends," said Kim. She put her book down and picked up the interdimensional transporter. "Tell me about this thing."

"I don't know much about it, Mistress," said Kim. "But I do know that Wade designed it so that every second trip leads me back to my own dimension and that every trip into another dimension will place me somewhere near that dimension's Kim Possible."

"And when you travel back to your dimension, do you always appear in the same place or is it random?"

"I always return to my room, Mistress," Kim replied.

"No, you don't," said Kim. "Your room is here in this dimension. What used to be your room became mine when you did."

"R-right," said Kim, a bit uncertainly.

"One last question, do you have any way of talking to your Wade when you're here?"

"No Mistress," said Kim. "The Kimmunicator doesn't cross the dimensions."

"I see," said Kim. She quietly gave Kim the transporter. "That means you'll have to go back."

Kim looked up, then down again. "But... I want to be here with you Mistress."

"I know. But you save the world, your world. And you can't do that when you're here."

"I thought you were going to say that. Although I hoped you wouldn't," said Kim.

"Well, some parts of us are still the same I guess," said Kim. "But you have to go and you're not allowed to come back here until your Wade has found a way to reach you here."

"But... what if that's not possible?" Kim asked.

"You know, my dad always told me that anything's possible for a Possible. You'll figure something out. And if you don't... well... I'm pretty sure there's someone in your dimension that can take proper care of you."

"Yes Mistress," said Kim.

"Still, knowing Wade, I think it's safe to say you'll stay mine. Which means you have to follow a few rules even when you're in your dimension. First you have to wear your collar at all times and when anyone asks about it you're not allowed to lie, understand?"

Kim swallowed. "Yes Mistress."

"Two, because 'your' bedroom now belongs to me you're not allowed to wear clothes when you're inside it. You'll have to put on and take off your clothes in the hallway, understand?"

"But I still..."

"Understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Finally, no sex and no masturbation. You're not allowed to have an orgasm and you're not allowed to give anyone else pleasure either. You'll have to be completely... completely..."

"Celibate?" Kim suggested.

"I don't know what that word means," said Kim. "Just don't have anything that even looks like sex. And that includes kissing."

"Yes Mistress," said Kim.

"Now," Kim grinned. "As a little parting gift... Bonnie?"

"Yes Mistress?" Bonnie said, pausing her cleaning efforts.

"Give my new girl some incentive to come back, will you?"

"Yes Mistress."

Bonnie turned away from the window and kneeled before Kim. Looking up, Kim saw Bonnie's smirking at her. It would've been a familiar sight if it wasn't for this Bonnie's lack of malevolence. The eyes were a bit different too. More... eager.

Still smirking, Bonnie reached up and caressed Kim's cheek. Kim inhaled sharply, not sure if it was weird or pleasant that Bonnie's touched her so gently.

And then Bonnie kissed her. She was a good kisser, better than Kim by far. Her lips were soft and inviting and their touch was arousing. Kim parted her lips ever so slightly to allow Bonnie's tongue to slip inside and fill her with heat.

It was so weird, part of Kim considered as the rest of her embraced Bonnie and pulled her closer. This was Bonnie. Bonnie. Her bitchy second-in-command back home. She shouldn't be enjoying the touch of her lips or the feel of her body. For that matter, she shouldn't be kissing her so happily.

Then again... this wasn't 'Bonnie, cheerleader bitch', this was 'Bonnie, fellow slave'. That made all the difference.

(And if she's a willing slave here,) a tiny voice at the back of Kim's mind whispered, (what does that make the Bonnie back ho- in the other dimension?)

Bonnie's lips slowly withdrew. Kim let go of her to allow Bonnie to trail kisses down her neck and body. Then she saw her Mistress. Kim leaned forward slightly, watching her two slaves with an expression of interest and vague amusement. Kim actually felt a touch of disappointment. She wanted her Mistress to regard her with lust or arousal. But Kim appeared fully in control of her emotions.

That little shred of disappointment was torn up the moment Bonnie's lips pressed against one of her breasts. Kim closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy the way Bonnie's tongue caressed her breast even as her hand began playing with the other. Her smouldering arousal grew in intensity and Kim couldn't stop a soft moan of pleasure from escaping between her lips. Bonnie was good. Impossibly so, even. Kim usually played with them herself when she was in the mood for some... quality alone time, but that was usually only to really get herself in the mood. But the way Bonnie licked and fondled them was something else.

Not that she should be surprised. Bonnie (and Monique. And Shego.) was doubtlessly trained in the art of pleasuring her. Not her her, obviously, but still. The sudden knowledge that there were three girls who had devoted themselves to every sexual need her body could possibly have sent a sinful little shiver of delight through her.

As Bonnie's tongue carefully and expertly circled around one of her nipples, her hand travelled down her body, across her flat stomach and towards the wetness between her legs.

Kim squealed when she felt two fingers around her clit. She bucked as the pleasure surged through her. She moaned and moaned as Bonnie played with her. She knew exactly how and where to touch her. She knew precisely what to do to send wave after wave of burning lust throughout her body and didn't hesitate to do so. She knew her better than Kim herself did and all the redhead could do was hold on and let Bonnie take to wherever she wanted her to go.

Back arching, head beginning to flail from side to side, Kim felt ablaze with pleasure, being driven further and further up towards-

"That's about enough, I think."

"No!" Kim yelled as she felt Bonnie withdraw. Her eyes slammed open and she turned to Kim. "No. Please, Mistress, I need..."

"I dictate what you need," Kim said calmly as she idly began playing with Bonnie's hair. "Besides, I ordered my girl to give you an incentive, not an orgasm."

"But..."

"I promise that when you return here, I will have one of my girls satisfy you. Or even all of them, if you like."

Kim swallowed. "If you say so... Mistress."

"I say so," said Kim. Then, in a gentler voice, she added, "Look, if your Wade doesn't manage to come up with something in two weeks you have my full permission to seek out a new Mistress."

"But... it's not that easy in my world."

"Maybe not," said Kim. "But at least you already know three likely candidates, right?"

It took a brief while for Kim's words to really register in Kim's lust-addled mind, but when they did a cold shudder ran down her spine.

"Maybe so Mistress," she said.

"Here," said Kim, "it's about time you went back."

Kim nodded and quietly took both her interdimensional transporter and her Kimmunicator. She stood up and then, still naked and so aroused her own juices slowly trickled down her inner thigh, Kim returned home.