...hat attacked me in the alley.”
“You got that right, cheerleader.”
She says. “Took you a while to wake up, too. Guess I don’t know
my own strength.”
“Why did you chain me up?” Kim
asks. “Didn’t Drakken have some lame plot like hang me over a
pool of rabid piranhas?”
“Ye—Drakken had a plan with
electric eels or something, but I talked him out of it.” She says.
“Because I have much bigger plans for you, dear Kimmy.”
“What do you mean, ‘bigger plans’?”
Kim asks. Shego walks up to Kim and gently runs her finger under her
chin. She then grabs a handful of Kim and whips her head back, before
kissing her on the mouth, aggressively. Her lips smother Kim’s,
almost not giving her any room to breath. She grabs hold of Kim’s
breasts and fondles them roughly. Clearly, she’s not in a mood to
be gentle. As Shego forces her tongue down Kim’s throat, Kim begins
to feel something firm between Shego’s legs. Shego then pulls back
quickly, but still leaves a long line of saliva that connects their
mouths. Kim looks up at Shego, trying to catch her breath.
“OK, you’ve officially have creeped
me out!” Kim tells her.
“Oh, I haven’t even begun,
princess.” Shego takes a few steps back, then stops and stares at
her prisoner. She reaches for the slit of her skirt and flings it
aside, revealing exactly what Kim felt between Shego’s legs…a
large black strap-on. “Like it, Kimmy? I had it tailo...