Chains of Command

by NoDrog(s) and Love Robin

Chapter 5: Other Chains

After querying the Global Justice’s base records, Shego discovered that Bonnie’s quarters was between Hope’s and Tara’s. In fact, doors had been installed between the three apartments to make one larger suite. Shego was not surprised, as it confirmed a suspicion that she’d had ever since watching Team Du/Rockwaller in action. Officially, as the most experienced agent on the team, Will Du was in charge. Out in the field, however, Tara and Hope only responded to commands from the brunette. Bonnie’s door to the combined quarters was locked, a condition Shego quickly remedied with the aid of a set of lockpicks. She pushed the door open, taking in the scene. Bonnie was at a computer terminal, logged into the GJ video security server. Footage was being displayed of Shego and Kim walking past the cameras; apparently, Bonnie was trying to find a shot where the cuffs holding Kim a willing prisoner were visible. Hope was dressed as she normally was, in jeans and a top, kneeling next to Bonnie. Tara was nowhere to be seen; she was probably in one of the other rooms.

“My, what a cozy setup you have here,” Shego said conversationally as she closed the door behind her. “Getting Daddy to pull favors for you?”

Bonnie and Hope quickly scrambled to their feet, the brunette turning off the monitor. “How dare you break into my room!” Bonnie blustered. “Get out now!”

“Forget it, Bon-bon,” said Shego. “I’m not going till I’ve had a talk with you.”

“I have nothing to say to you,” said Bonnie, icily.

“Sure you do,” said Shego. “I know that Hope ran and told you what she just saw between me and Kim, doing just what a slave girl should do.”

“Hope isn’t a slave girl!” said Bonnie.

Gotcha! thought Shego. “I didn’t say she was,” she said aloud. “I was talking about Kim. You assumed I was talking about Hope, which means that she in fact is.”

“I… that is…,” Bonnie stammered, trying to think of something to say.

“Oh, relax,” said Shego. “I figure you’ve got both Hope and Tara under your thumb. Good for you. I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” said Bonnie. “Leave.”

Shego shook her head. “Bonnie, you’re a pretty good liar. Pretty good. But I’ve worked with the best. You’re about as straight as a slinky and as butch as Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.”

“Who?” asked Bonnie, blinking in confusion.

“Butch Cassidy and the… never mind,” said Shego. “The point is you’re a lesbian domme bitch. Just like me.”

“So what?” the rich girl lifted an eyebrow. Things just got interesting. “I’m not the one parading Kim around in chains.”

“Jealous?” asked Shego, with a smirk. “Kim did tell me how you spanked her at a sleepover. Have you been planning an encore performance ever since?”

“What did you come in here for?” said Bonnie icily.

“I wanted to make an arrangement,” said Shego “I want you to keep quiet about what Kim and I are doing.”

“What do I get in return?” the other demanded.

“For starters, you get to keep breathing,” said Shego. “I keep quiet about Hope and Tara. I might even be willing to let you borrow Kimmy from time to time.”

Bonnie took a quick breath through her nose then hastily tried to regain her air of calm and composure, but the woman could tell the last offer had peaked the girl’s interest. “It might be interesting to play with all three of them,” Bonnie said as casually as she could. “The complete set so to speak… Blonde, Brunette, and Redhead.”

“Right. Just for the aesthetic appeal, of course,” Shego, smirked. “Speaking of pets, plural, where’s your other one?”

Bonnie tilted her head, eyes narrowed, considering. “Tara!” she called without taking her eyes off her visitor, “Wake up and come in here!”

There was a thump from one of the bedrooms. “Tara was up late last night,” the brunette domme explained. “I was trying one of those new Hex-Lithium batteries in a vibrator and I forgot where I left it.”

Tara padded in, yawning. The blonde girl was on all fours, dressed in a tight fitting, cotton-candy-pink leotard and cat ears. The front of the leotard was sheer white, so that from this angle her breasts and nipples were just visible through the thin material. Attached to the ends of the leotard’s sleeves were a pair of puffy white mittens, shaped like cartoon cat paws. Her legs were bare except for a pair of pink socks, and a pink collar was fastened around her neck. All that was missing was a cat’s tail. Tara eeped! at seeing Shego and tried to get to her feet, but the socks and mittens had little traction on the tile floor. The sudden scramble of four-’footed’ flurry was comical. Especially when combined with the mild terror on her face of being so discovered.

“Stay on all fours, Kitty,” Bonnie soothed. “It appears Shego and Kim like some of the same games we do.”

“So,” said Shego, sitting down on a couch. “Let’s talk, Domme to Domme.”

Bonnie nodded. “Ok. Hope, take Tara back into the bedroom.”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Hope, her eyes on the ground in front of her. “May I play with her?”

Bonnie shrugged. “Very well… You may have her lick you to an orgasm. But just one… the poor dear really does need her sleep. And don’t forget to Brush the Kitty afterwards. It helps her drift off.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” said Hope, reaching out to grab Tara’s collar. Tara made a small whimper.

Showing she was both in-tune and concerned for her submissive, Bonnie asked, “What’s wrong Kitty?”

“Bunny?” Tara’s voice was small.

Bonnie sighed, “Of course. Hope, wear the ears… you know being in character improves her eagerness. And if you two wear your tails, make sure you take them out before going to sleep... you know I don't like you two sleeping with butt-plugs in.”

“Yes Mistress. I do love that energy,” the raven-haired girl nodded with a smile before the two went back into Tara’s bedroom, closing the door behind them.

The debutante sat at the other end of the couch. “So. What do you want to talk about?”

“Well, first, let me make it clear,” Shego said evenly. “Kim is mine. You have your own toys to play with. I may share, but if you trash talk about Kim, I trash you. Period. Got it?”

“Fine,” huffed Bonnie. “I suppose I’d feel the same way about someone hurting Tara or Hope. But I hate to pass up the chance to see Kim squirm.”

“Oh, don’t worry…,” said Shego. “I’ll definitely make her squirm… and might be willing to let you watch. Later.”

Bonnie unconsciously licked her lips, picturing it.

“On another note…,” said Shego. “Are Hope and Tara the reason why you and Junior broke up? Junior didn’t want you playing with them?”

“Oh, no,” the rich girl waved the thought away. “Junior’s as bi as I am. That was the problem, in fact.”

Shego tilted her head in silent inquiry.

“I broke up with him,” said Bonnie. “It got to the point where I found him doing the pool boy once too often. I’d walk in and he wouldn’t even pause a stroke. We didn’t even have a pool at the time!”

“But if you had Tara and Hope, what was the big deal with Junior having a boy toy?” asked Shego.

“I’ve been with Tara and Hope since before we started high school,” said Bonnie. “Who knows where the pool boys have been? And they changed almost weekly if not more. Can you say, STD risk? Plus anal, ick… I don’t shit where I lick.”

“Good point,” admitted Shego.

“So, how did you convince Kim to be your pet?” asked Bonnie. “I’ve been trying to find a way to get her under my thumb for years.”

“She asked me, actually,” said Shego. “I figure if she wants to try it out, I’m more than willing to take advantage of her. Ok, my turn to ask a question: Why join Global Justice?”

“They got me out of summer school,” Bonnie answered, almost bored. “They were recruiting after the Lorwardian invasion, I had just dumped Junior, I’d figure I’d take the screening test, and of course made the pets do it too. I was a little surprised but happy when they said all three of us qualified.”

“I’m a little surprised also…,” said Shego. “Kim knows like seventeen kinds of Kung Fu, I’ve got plasma fists, Ron has his monkey mojo, and Yori has Yamanouchi training. What does your team have?”

“Will’s been in training for, like, years,” said Bonnie. “Tara is amazing in gymnastics, and I don’t just mean in bed... although what she can do in bed is astounding also. Hope’s multi-lingual, speaking from Arabic to Zulu. Me? Actress and I’m great at figuring out computers and finance.”

“Plus, you’re a great liar,” said Shego.

“I thought you said I was only a pretty good liar?” asked Bonnie.

“I’m a better one,” said Shego, smirking.

From the bedroom, Shego could hear Hope moan out, “Ja! Ja!”

“Told you she was multi-lingual,” said Bonnie, with a smile. “And while Tara may not be, she is a cunning linguist – if you know what I mean.”

“Sim!” screamed Hope.

“Wow, Tara has Hope to Portuguese already,” said Bonnie. “I better get in there before they hit Arabic.“

“Do we have an understanding?” demanded Shego. “Screwing things up with Kim and me will be very hazardous to your health.”

“I got it!” said Bonnie. It was obvious that while the woman tried to make it sound like she was just using the teenager, Shego obviously had deep feelings for Kim.

“Good,” said Shego. She stood up and marched out of the room, closing the door behind her.

* * *

Kim sighed, staring up at the dark ceiling. The details of the day replayed themselves, over and over. As Shego had not told her if she could wear pajamas, Kim was just laying nude in the bed. Well, nude except for the cuffs. For some reason, Kim was unable to bring herself to take them completely off… wearing them made her remember when Shego put them on… the way Shego had made it completely clear that she was going to use Kim in any way she wanted… Kim moaned, finding that unconsciously she had slipped a hand down to caress her bare, wet slit. She stroked herself, letting a finger slip inside her, and wished desperately that it was Shego fingering her. She could picture the pale, olive-skinned woman standing over her… using her… those fingers, able to generate plasma, generating a very different heat inside her… .

NO ORGASMING! Kim moaned, then pulled her hand away. She panted for several minutes, struggling to calm down. Her body ached, yearned for an orgasm more than it ever had before, but Shego had ordered Kim to wait. The redhead tried to distract herself, wondering what Shego was doing with Bonnie, what threat Shego might use to secure Bonnie’s silence. The flaw in that idea soon became clear as Kim started finding herself fantasizing about things Shego might do to her. Things Kim was only aware of as hints in stories and TV shows. Things Kim had never before thought she would have been willing to do, but now desperately wanted to do them with Shego.

What am I doing? Kim asked herself. It was an impulse… Do I really want to go through with this? To give myself to Shego, so completely? Let her do with me as she wants? Kim thought back to the many times she had gone up against Shego while she still worked with Dr. Drakken… times when Shego had her prisoner. Captive. Helpless. Kim licked her lips. Before, she always blamed the way her heart raced as being from fear, but now admitted to herself that it had been desire. Desire to be under the exotic woman’s control, desperately yearning that Shego would take advantage of those situations. I do want to go through with this. Kim realized. I do, I do, I do.

“Oh, Shego, where are you?” Kim complained to the empty room. She was horny, tense, and all she could think about was Shego, wanting to be near her, wanting to be told what to do.

Kim finally gritted her teeth and forced herself to think of somebody, anybody other than Shego. She finally settled on Ron, wondering what he was doing.

* * *

Ron was propped up on the couch, eating a cup of yogurt. Currently playing in his DVD player was one of his Fearless Ferret Series: Season One DVDs. There was a knock at the door.

“Yes?” asked Ron.

“Ron-san, I went to the hospital area and they said you had been transferred to your room,” said Yori, through the door.

“Oh, yeah,” said Ron. “It was nothing a few days of bed rest and a little monkey magic mojo can’t patch up.”

“May I come in?” Yori asked.

Ron glanced around, making sure he left out nothing more incriminating than some old Bueno Nachos take-out containers. “Oh, sure.”

“I was hoping to help nurse you back to health,” said Yori, stepping in. “This is a typical American nurse uniform, yes?”

Ron swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. If all the nurses at the clinic had dressed like Yori, he would have made sure to stay there. She was wearing a short, strapless white dress that clung tight to her athletic body, leaving her arms and shoulders bare. On her legs she was wearing white stockings which reached up to mid-thigh, leaving an inch of exposed skin between the tops of the stockings and the bottom of her skirt. A white nurse’s cap, with a red plus on the front, perched cheerfully on her head.

“You… you look fine,” stammered Ron.

“I am here to take care of you,” said Yori, ambulating toward him. She stood close to Ron and stroked a hand over where the bandages crossed his chest, then slipped her hand lower until it was resting on the front waist band of his pants. “Is there… anything… I can do for you to make you feel… better?”

“Well, I was hoping…,” said Ron.

“Yes?” asked Yori, arching her back to make her breasts more prominent, until her nipples were in danger of popping from of the scalloped top of her dress.

“Could I get some juice?” asked Ron.

Yori froze. I will not whack the monkey master upside the head with a bokken, I will not whack the monkey master upside the head with a bokken… no matter how much he deserves it, she told herself firmly. “Juice?”

Ron snuggled deeper into the couch. “Yeah… orange juice, please. Then maybe you can come back and watch this episode with me… it’s the first introduction of the Tuxedoed Polar Bear.”

“Fine,” said Yori, stalking off to the GJ cafeteria, too upset to bother changing outfits.

A little while later, Yori was sitting with her arms crossed in front of her chest, glaring at the screen. What do I have to do to interest him? Dress up like one of the characters from this show? Hmm… well, this Feline Person does look good in her catsuit… .

Ron tried to keep his attention focused on the show, but he could not help sneaking the occasional glance at Yori. It was too bad she was all into the ninja code and honor, or Ron would have told her how hot she looked in that outfit. After being turned down by so many girls in high school, however, Ron was not going to risk being turned down by someone who both owned, and knew how to use, ninja throwing stars. He took a sip of juice and decided to be glad they were friends, just like the way he was with Kim. He wondered briefly what Shego, the new team leader, was doing to prepare for her role of being in charge.

* * *

Shego scrolled through the ordering form on the website, trying to see if she had missed anything. She did not want to go too far overboard, since she was sure it was only a matter of time before So-Vanilla-It’s-Scary Kim would give up on this game, but there were so many possibilities and Shego did not want to waste a scrap of time. Only marking to pay extra for rush and mentally planning for tomorrow kept Shego from charging down to the redhead’s room and dragging her Kimmy back with her. She thought back to their many encounters, remembering times when she had the teenager helpless. She searched, mentally, for some clues back then of Kim’s submissive streak. If only she had known back then, when she was free to be fully evil… well, no use crying over spilled milk. Shego vowed to take advantage of Kim… that is, to take advantage of every moment she had with the girl. At least until Kim called it quits.

Shego hit the ‘Confirm Purchase’ icon, not even blinking as the rather large total appeared. Totally worth it, Shego nodded to herself and clicked the ‘Submit Payment’ button. And if Kim thinks today was wild, wait until those toys arrive.

Shego smiled. Oh well, even if Kim quits before I get a chance to use these, I’m sure Bonnie could use ’em on Tara and Hope. Hmm, wonder what Du is doing?

* * *

“I’m worried, Will,” said Dr. Director as she walked into her office, a wooden ruler dangling loosely in one hand. “First Ron gets hurt, and now Kim wants Shego to be in charge.”

“Don’t worry,” said Will. “I’ve talked with Bonnie, she said she’ll have Hope keep an eye on Shego and Kim.”

“Good for you, thinking ahead,” said Dr. Director, raising the ruler. “But next time, don’t go through Bonnie. You need to learn to be more…,” Dr. Director brought the ruler down, hard, against Will’s bottom, “…assertive!”

Will moaned. He was kneeling over Dr. Director’s desk, dressed only in leather chaps and a g-string that left his butt cheeks constantly exposed. “I understand, doctor.”

“Good,” said Dr. Director. She smiled, dressed in a black latex gown, with a clear panel that showed off the inner swell of her breasts and slits in the skirt that allowed her shapely, fishnet-covered legs to be occasionally exposed. “Now, on to the next issue I wanted to discuss with you…,” she said, raising the ruler up again.

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