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Wrong Possible - Part 6

Mar 01, 2021

Still in his pajamas, Dr Drakken hurriedly grabs coat after blue double-breasted coat, throwing them over his head as he rifles through his closet, looking for something 'villainous' to wear.  Pausing, he briefly stares at a Hawaiian shirt, shakes his head in disapproval and throws it aside.  Having reached the last two items hanging, another double-breasted coat and a powder blue tuxedo, Doc rolls his eyes and sighs.


Meanwhile, Shego sighs as she stares into her own closet, having already wrangled herself into the tightest, skimpiest, black sling-bikini she owns.  Her only decision now...leather wrist restraints and a matching dog collar -or- pink, fuzzy handcuffs?  Shego smiles deviously, reaching for the restraints as she throws the handcuffs over her shoulder.


Satisfied with her selections, Shego tosses the leather goods onto the bed and sits down with a grimace.  Knowing full well how hot she looks in a tight bikini like this, she'd forgotten just how much they dig into the places where you really don't want them to.  Grabbing the offending garment, she pulls it out of the crack of her ass, smiling with relief.


Fully expecting Doc to come walking in any second, Shego quickly tries to decide what position he should find her in.  Shego lays back on the bed, arches her back, and props herself up on her elbows.  She then rolls on to her side, propping herself up on one elbow.  Still not satisfied, she climbs onto her knees with her hands behind her head, pushing her chest out and arching her back.  Sitting back onto her feet and slumping forward, she frowns and lets out an long, exasperated sigh.


Shego: Jesus, Go.  What are you doing, posing for Sports Illustrated?


As she climbs off the bed on her hands and knees, she stops, having caught a glimpse of herself in her dressing mirror.  Looking at her refection while she's on all fours, she smiles mischievously.


Shego: Mmm-hmm.  There it is.


Some thirty minutes pass and still no Doc.  Shego, having already put on her collar and restraints, sits on the edge of her bed grumbling to herself, looking much like Rodin's 'The Thinker'.  Growling something unintelligible, she stands up and stomps out of her room to go search for Doc.  Already irritated, she not-so-silently mouths a long string of expletives as she plods barefoot down the long, cold corridor - bow-legged, digging her bikini out of her ass as she goes.


Rounding a corner and into Doc's room, Shego stops in his doorway and stares at him in aggravated disbelief.  Doc, standing in front of a full-length mirror, attempts to button up his powder blue tuxedo jacket...that's three sizes too small.


Shego: Ohh, for fuck's sake, Doc!  What in the hell is that?!  I said 'villainous', not...1970s prom king.  Are you a supervillain...or the lounge singer at a second-rate Vegas casino?  You are a villain, aren't you?

Doc: (meekly) Yes?

Shego: Then it's time to start acting like one!  I dunno what this weird, funky malaise you've been in lately is, but you're gonna snap out of it!


Shego stomps across the room and opens Doc's closet door.  Reaching inside, she grabs one of Puddle's leashes, having forgotten hers in her room.  Slamming the closet door shut, she turns and points at Doc's tuxedo with a scowl.


Shego: You can start by taking that shit off!


Shego rolls her eyes and sighs, watching as Doc flings the ill-fitting jacket aside and then dances around in circles, trying to pull his pants off.  Unbuttoning his ruffle-chested dress shirt, he tosses it aside, leaving only a pair of red and white striped boxer shorts, a t-shirt, and...


Shego: All of it!  ...and, Jesus, Doc.  Who the hell still wears sock garters?


Shego's eyes widen, making a silent 'oooo' gesture with her mouth as Doc slides his boxers to the floor.  She'd never really noticed just how much girth he has.  Doc leans back warily as Shego steps in front of him, his entire body visibly tensing up as he stares at her.  Her wrists still bound together, she toss the leash onto the bed, looks Doc in the eye, and then reaches down.  Grabbing his manhood with one hand, concealing her surprise when her fingers only reach two-thirds of the way around his shaft, she points at it with the other.


Shego: Now, you're are gonna take this...  (pokes Doc's manhood with her index finger) ...and fuck me until I can't see straight!  I don't care how long it takes - or how many times it takes - but you're gonna get rid of this 'oh woe is me' shit.  Got it?!?


Wide-eyed, Doc nods repeatedly as Shego let's go of his manhood, steps around him, and climbs onto the bed.  Doc, still befuddled, just stares at her as she get on her hands and knees.  Looking over her shoulder, Shego wiggles her hips at him in an inviting manner.


Shego: Well?  What are waiting for?  Bring that big, blue monster of yours over here...villain!


Doc's blinks as if he's just been awakened from a daydream.  Shego smirks with a raised eyebrow, watching as Doc's meek and timid expression instantly change to one of dastardly intent.  Grinning from ear to ear, his brow furrowing, Doc steps up to the edge of the bed and grabs Shego's bikini strap.  Yanking her towards him, the head of his already rock hard member jams against her labia.  Shego barks in protest.


Shego: Well now!  That's a promising start, but...  That's not where a evil supervillain would put it.


Reaching over her, Doc grabs a bottle of hand lotion off his bedside table, squirts a generous portion into his hand, and rubs it onto his member.  Shego winces and giggles when, as an afterthought, he squirts some of the cold goo into her butt crack.  Tossing the bottle aside, he grabs her butt cheeks and spreads them apart.


Without hesitation, Doc pushes the head of his shaft against her sphincter and pushes it inside her.  Shego's lower back arches and contorts, her eyes squinting shut, as she lets out a long, wavering exhale.


Shego: H'ohmyfuckingawd, Drew!  Nuh...  Now sh-show me h-how b-baaad you can be!


Letting go of her ass, Doc grabs her bikini strap with both hands and pulls her onto him as he pushes from behind.  Shego grits her teeth as the upper straps dig into her shoulders, pulling so tightly that her breasts pop out from behind the straps in the front.  As Doc far-from-gently forces himself inside her, Shego is startled when she hears a 'click' behind her head.  Craning her neck to look behind her, she suddenly finds herself struggling for breath as Doc draws the dog leash taut.


Now pulling on both the leash and her bikini, Shego forces herself to relax, letting him push the rest of the way in.  No sooner has his hilt reached the edges of her butt cheeks, he begins to pump, deep inside her.  Short, methodical strokes at first, Shego's sphincter flexing in and out as it grips tightly around his shaft.  As she slowly relaxes around him, Doc lengthens his stokes, more and more, until he's eventually sliding his entire length in and out of her ass.


Her eyes rolling back in her head, her eyelids fluttering, Shego lets out a wavering sigh, enjoying the full-feeling of his enormous girth inside her.  She groans with delight as Doc begins to slowly push deep inside her, holds it pressed against 'the bottom' for a time, and then withdraws, again and again.


Shego: Mmmph!  You could...  Ohh, Drew! You can do th-that all... All duh-day long if you w-wanna!


Shego lets out a low moan as she feels her rectum begin to contract and spasm.  Having never climaxed anally, she doesn't know what to expect.  Suddenly, wave after intense wave of pleasure radiates through her entire body as she half-laughs, half-cries in ecstasy.


Shego: Ohmygah! Ohmygah! Ohmygaaah!  Nuh... Yuhhhh... OHMYGAWD!  Ohmygawdohmygawdohmygawd!  Yeh..  Yehhh...  NOOOOO!


Grinning maliciously, Doc quickly pulls out of her ass and jams the head of his shaft past her labia, pushing his entire length into her vajayjay.  As he holds it deep inside her, Shego let's out a stammering laugh, her entire body shaking and shivering from both the withdrawal and the intrusion.


Shego: OHH!  YOU...  YOU EVIL SONOFABITCH!

Doc: That's the general idea.


Just as Shego opens her mouth to reply with one of her usual snarky remarks, Doc snatches the leash tighter.  Shego's face turns bright red as she gasps for breath, the sound of her own heartbeat pulsing in her ears.  Doc begins to forcefully thrust his entire length into her, over and over again, as little lights begin to dance in her peripheral vision.

Shego fades in and out, unable to tell how long it's been as Doc continues to pound her from behind, unrelenting.  His upper thighs endlessly smacking against her butt cheeks, the sound echoing loudly through the corridors with every thrust.


As if she's looking down a long, dark, echoing tunnel Shego hears something familiar.  Focusing, she peers over her shoulder and grins.  Whatever funk Doc was in appears to be long gone, replaced with maniacal laughter.


Shego: Thhh...  There's the...  Th-there's the suh-supervillain I know!


No sooner has she said it, Doc suddenly lets go of her bikini and flings the dog leash aside.  Grabbing her by the hips, digging his fingernails into her soft flesh, his eyes snapping shut in concentration, he speeds up his thrusts into her.  Instantly lightheaded, the fog and all-over numbness lifting as blood rushes back to her head, Shego immediately feels every curve and vein on Doc's member sliding against the rippled walls of her vagina.


Arching her back to give Doc a better angle, Shego cries out in ecstasy as she tightens her pelvic muscles around his manhood.  Doc promptly responds, hunching over, driving himself into her with his entire body.  Grinning from ear to ear, remembering what she'd demanded of him earlier, Shego's eyes cross, going in and out of focus as her entire body tenses up.


Nearly hyperventilating, Shego's body begins to shudder and convulse.  She lets out a long, wavering cry of relief as wave after wave of frenzied ecstasy courses through her.  Her arms trembling, unable to support her upper body, she falls forward onto the bed.  The sudden movement of her plummeting away from him sets Doc over the edge. His legs turning to gelatin, laughing and moaning at the same time, Doc shoots spasm after spasm of warm goo over the entirety of Shego's rump.


Catching her breath as the waves subside, Shego rolls onto her side.  Blinking, still unable to focus, she looks up at Doc with an exhausted, satisfied smile.  Doc, knees shaking, slumped over with his hands resting on the edge of the bed, stares down at her with a half-crazed, half-sleepy grin.


Shego: That all you got?  ...villain.


Original Art by Gagala

Colors by Phillipthe2

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