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Toons in Freefall Episode 1: Let Her Rip	By : jackrabbit Category: Kim Possible > Crossover > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 13107 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 11 --- A Date With Belle

The WOOHP jet screamed across the sky. Kim was a little uncomfortable, sitting in Alex’s lap, with her legs stretched across the laps of the other two. The jet had a peculiar cockpit, three seats across. According to the Spies, all WOOHP teams were trios, so all of their mission aircraft were designed this way. Clover was in the center, piloting the aircraft, while Sam sat on the opposite side.
Kim had to admit having your own fleet of jets was way more efficient than hitching rides the way she did, but after all, she was just a teen with some friends. She couldn’t compete in resources with gubment-funded agencies like WOOHP or Global Justice.
She liked the new catsuit given to her by GLADIS, identical in style to the other girls, but with her own color.
“Just out of curiosity, why did I get orange?” Kim asked. “You guys have more primary colors. I would have expected blue.”
“Blue is Britney,” Sam said primly. “She went with us on a couple of missions.”
“Yeah,” Alex said. “I was stressed out about that. I had fucked up a couple of times and thought I was being replaced.”
“Oh, Alex,” Clover said. “If you didn’t fuck up, we’d think it wasn’t you.” She sighed. “Anyway, you can’t use purple either, Kim. That’s Mandy.”
“Mandy?” Kim echoed. “Wasn’t that the girl you were fighting with in the hall? She went on a mission?”
Clover grimaced. “It wasn’t our idea. She accidentally got WOOHPed like you did and for some reason Jerry wanted her on the mission. We never did figure it out.”
Sam grinned. “We spent more time saving her than fighting the bad guys.”
“Actually, I can relate to that,” Kim said. “My former sidekick was that way. I have a better one now.”
Kim had received her own set of gadgets. They weren’t any more sophisticated than those Wade gave her, though a little more stylish. And the backpack to keep them in was a nice touch.
“Sounds like this version of Earth has way more villains than mine,” she said. “I mainly fight the same ones over and over, but from what you’ve said, you don’t have repeat villains.”
“Sometimes we do,” Sam corrected. “But not usually. In most missions it’s somebody completely new.”
“And yours seem to always be hot for revenge against somebody or something. It’s like they are all wanting to dominate the world just for spite.”
Clover shrugged. “Seems that way. But some of it may be just our viewpoint. A few of these guys are pissed off at WOOHP because other agents busted them years ago. But sure enough, most of the people we take down are mad at somebody.”
“Sometimes whole industries,” Sam added, “like the fashion industry. Or even a whole gender.”
Ever since takeoff, Kim had been sitting sideways, perpendicular to Alex. Early on she had leaned toward Alex slightly, so that her arm bumped the dark-haired girl’s tit. She had gradually increased the pressure so that Alex would have to be completely numb not to notice it. Now she was moving her arm slightly, so slowly that it was hardly visible, doing a stealth rubbing of the tit.
Alex had noticed, of course. Kim felt a hand on her ass, out of the view of the other girls. The unseen hand performed long, slow stokes all over her ass and all way up to her neck, massaging it with the fingers. Alex gave Kim a sly smile while the displaced teen continued talking mostly with the other two.
Kim wanted to play with the others too, but Clover was piloting and Sam was out of reach. So she continued with Alex. She leaned forward a little, bumping the inboard tit this time, then pretended to scratch her back. She “scratched” all the way across to stroke Alex’s tit with her fingers.
Finally Alex couldn’t take it any more. “C’mon, Kim, I want to show you the rest of the plane.”
After the two of them left, Clover and Sam looked at each other in bewilderment. “Show her what?” Sam asked. “There’s nothing back there.”
“Beats the shit out of me. Oh, wait... Maybe she does have something to show. Maybe it’s ‘I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours’. Kim does have an awesome body. I wouldn’t mind playing show-and-tell with her myself.”
After another long look, the two spies left the cockpit.
Kim had Alex up against a bulkhead, pinning her arms and kissing her roughly. Apparently she had already determined the brunette’s submissive nature.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Clover said. “If you assault one of us, it’s an assault on all of us.” She pulled Kim’s head away from Alex and transferred the kiss to herself. In the meantime, Sam jammed herself up against Kim’s ass, suddenly making her the filling in a Sam/Alex sandwich. Kim was still pinning Alex’s arms, but now Sam pinned hers. Clover jammed her hands into both sides of the sandwich, feeling up all three sets of tits simultaneously, Alex’s against Kim’s, and Sam’s against Kim’s back. “Ohhhhhhhh,” Kim and Alex moaned in unison.
The Spies lowered Kim to the floor and handled her all over. She writhed under their touch. Since the domination theme had already been established, Clover held down her arms while kissing her, Sam fondled her tits, and Alex rubbed her pussy. “Oooooooooh, that’s nice...uhhhhhhh...but who’s flying the plane?”
“Autopilot,” Clover murmured between kisses. “It’ll give us an alert when we approach Spain. Or if we get close to another plane. We can hear the alarm from back here.”
Clover finally let go of Kim’s arms so that she could participate in the fondling. Upon release, Kim squeezed the tits of both Sam and Clover, but Alex was out of reach.
Kim was stripped of her catsuit, and the spies removed theirs as well. The suits were sexy, but didn’t lend themselves to incremental stripping. The bras and panties hit the floor as well. Kim found it highly entertaining that the underwear was color-coded, just like the catsuits. When getting dressed back at WOOHP, she had already noticed that her own lingerie matched, so she was not surprised that the other sets did as well.
Now that everyone was naked, the positions remained the same, but the activities changed. Instead of handling Kim’s tits and pussy, Sam and Alex used their mouths on them. Clover sat on Kim’s face instead of kissing it. “Uhhhhhhh,” she moaned at the feel of Kim’s talented tongue on her clit.
A few minutes later the teens shifted positions. “Do you have any blindfolds?” Kim asked.
Sam looked startled. “Blindfolds?” She exchanged glances with the other two. “Sure, we have blindfolds. GLADIS slips sex toys into the backpacks, for these long trips.”
Now it was Kim’s turn to be surprised. “Jerry allows that?”
“He doesn’t know. Our girl Sammy reprogrammed GLADIS herself. So now we get goodies mixed in with the gadgets.”
Kim was amused to find that even the blindfolds were color coded. She and Sam put the yellow and red blindfolds on Alex and Clover, then she put the green one on Sam.
“I probably should have asked this before being blindfolded,” Sam said, “but what do you have in mind?”
Kim snickered. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” She laid Sam on the floor, then carefully placed Clover in a kneeling position, straddling Sam’s head, with the body stretched out behind. Then she tilted Sam’s head forward, mashing her face into the pussy. Needless to say, Sam could take it from there.
Kim spread Sam’s legs wide, then folded them back against her, providing easy access to both orifices. She grabbed Alex and made her kneel at the junction of Sam’s legs, then moved the brunette’s head back and forth between the pussy and the asshole. Alex got the idea, licking all the way up and down.
Kim returned to Clover and stood in front of the kneeling girl. Then she nanomorphed, picking a medium size for the dick. She gently thumped it against Clover’s cheek a couple of times, then rubbed the head all over the spy’s face.
“Aha,” Clover said. “Looks like somebody found the---”
“Silence, slave!” Kim snapped, cutting off the “dildo in the backpack” that she suspected was coming.
Clover subsided, and accepted the facial massage by the dick in silence. Kim brushed the dick across her lips a couple of times. Clover got the idea and opened her mouth. Kim pushed the head in, but before Clover could close down she pulled it away again, leaving Clover sucking empty air. After a couple more teases, Kim let her keep it. Clover reached up to hold the dick, but Kim intercepted by grabbing her wrist and continued to feed it to her with the other hand.
Clover was surprised by how real the dildo felt inside her mouth. GLADIS is putting better quality sex toys in the packs, she thought. And it feels WARM. Soon she realized that the degree of rigidity was changing. What the hell? It’s getting harder! A dildo can’t do that! She was completely bewildered. Kim couldn’t have snuck a guy onto the plane. And she knew Kim wasn’t a transsexual, she had seen the pussy. Adding to her confusion was Sam’s tongue on her clit, making it more difficult to think.
Kim shuffled the group around, laying Clover on top of Sam, face up with their pussies stacked up. Then she crammed the nanodick into Sam. Before starting to thrust, she had Alex straddle both of them in a standing position, a difficult concept to get across without sight, then ate the brunette’s pussy while she hammered Sam. With one hand she fingered Clover’s clit. With the other, she jammed a finger into Alex’s asshole. “Uhhhhhhhh,” the two of them moaned, almost in unison, with Sam irregularly gasping in the background. Sam wasn’t sure which girl was on top of her, so she reached around to fondle the tits and make a positive ID. Clover felt around and found Alex’s legs straddling her, so she stroked them.
Kim transferred the nanodick from Sam to Clover and resumed humping. Clover now thought it was a strapon, as Sam had all along. Otherwise, Kim wouldn’t be putting her hands on everybody.
With the hand that had been fingering Clover, Kim reached up to squeeze Alex’s tit, flicking the nipple as well. “Uuummmmmmm,” was the spy’s response to the new stimulation.
Kim returned the dick to Sam’s pussy and piledrove the redhead again, stimulating Clover’s pussy by hand as before. She continued switching back and forth between the two.
Finally it was Alex’s turn. Kim pulled her away from the other two, bent her over, and jammed the nanodick into her from behind. “Ohhhhhhh,” Alex moaned, as Kim pulled on her thighs to drive the dick in harder. Alex was slightly tighter than the other two, putting a little more stimulation on Kim than she had expected. But she planned to cum with Alex anyway. She could squirt the cum on the other girl’s ass, then all three could partake.
Now that the action was elsewhere, Clover slid off Sam and the two of them fingered each other, listening to the sounds Alex was making.
Kim periodically smacked Alex’s cute little ass, admiring her dark skin tone. She bent over and ran her hands over the brunette’s back, raking gently with her fingernails.
Kim felt herself getting close, but the sounds the others were making indicated that they would not be far behind. In fact, all three came before she did. The feeling of Alex clamping down on her dick made her let go, completely forgetting that she was supposed to pull out. She pumped cum deep into Alex, holding onto the other girl’s ass to keep her balance.
After she regained her senses, she realized that she was still inside Alex, who was still bent over. She considered pulling out and quickly morphing away the dick, leaving them to wonder just what in the hell happened, but she didn’t, knowing they would be freaked out in any case. “You guys can take off the blindfolds now.”
Clover and Sam did so shakily, smiling and stretching after getting off, then came over. “Well, are you going to pull out or not?” Clover asked. “Or are you gonna leave that thing in there until it takes root?”
Sam blinked. “Hey, where are the straps?”
Clover and Sam looked all over Kim’s pelvic area and ass for the missing straps, and of course didn’t find anything but Kimskin. “What the fuck?” Clover exclaimed. She grabbed Kim’s thighs and pulled her backward, out of Alex. The dick was mostly soft by now, drooling cum onto the floor. With dropped jaw, Sam captured some of the cum on her finger and looked at it in amazement. Then she tasted it. “Jesus!”
“That reminds me,” Kim said. “You both need to take some of it.” She took two fingers and jammed them into Alex, capturing a layer of cum. Then she gave it to Sam, who sucked it off her fingers with wide eyes. She scooped out another glob for Clover, who accepted it just as numbly. “That should be enough to get you guys started. I’ll give you more later.”
“Get us started on what?” Sam asked.
“On getting one of these of your own. They’re contagious.”
By now Alex had recovered her senses. She stood up and Clover undid her blindfold. “Getting one of what of their own?” Sam and Clover just pointed without a word. “Holy fuck, you were doing me with a real dick?”
Kim explained about the nanodicks as the foursome got dressed.
“And we can have them whenever we want? And then get rid of them? Cool.”
“Whenever you want and whatever size you want, limited only by the available flesh in your body.”
Needless to say, that earned her even wilder looks. But then she wound up with a similar expression as all hell broke loose. Alarms were ringing everywhere.
“What the fuck?” Clover exclaimed as the girls hurried back to the cockpit. “Both the proximity and off-course alarms are going off.”
Clover took the controls, while Sam checked the status displays, which were duplicated at her position. “There are a shitload of planes in front of us. And how did we get in Germany? The alerts should have gone off long before now. For both.”
Since Kim wasn’t piloting, she was free to look at the planes as the WOOHP jet overtook them. They were big, and they had propellers. She took a close look at the nearest one, in particular the artwork on the nose. Oh, shit, she thought. Here we go.
“Where’s all this turbulence coming from?” Clover cried. “The weather is fine.”
Alex pointed to some little black puffs appearing in the sky ahead of them. The turbulence seemed to be synchronized with them. “What in the hell are those?”
“Nazi anti-aircraft fire,” Kim said. “We’re on a bombing run over Bremen with the Memphis Belle.”
The words were hardly out of her mouth before one of the shells blew their tail off.
Needless to say, control of the plane was a little more difficult with some of the major control surfaces missing. Clover tried, but the WOOHP jet was soon in an unrecoverable spin.
“Get the jet packs!” Sam yelled as the girls were slung around. Getting to the main cabin was hell with the centrifugal force slamming them against the doorway and then against the walls. Trying to get the packs on was even harder. Fortunately, the WOOHP support staff had been notified of an extra spy and there was a pack for Kim. Finally they secured the packs, blew the hatch, and bailed.
The girls were disoriented at first since the plane was spinning, throwing each of them in a different direction and orientation. But they finally stabilized and after some thrashing around, flew more or less in the same direction, away from the bombers and the anti-aircraft fire. Finally they hovered a safe distance away.
Kim was having trouble with control. She had been over the sky after the ejection and even now, in a hover, she was bouncing around.
“I thought you said you had used jet packs,” Clover yelled over the noise.
“I have, but the ones I use have wings. These are way more unstable. I’ll get the hang of it, but you prolly better not get too close until I do.”
“What do we do now?” Alex asked.
“Getting out of Germany would be my suggestion,” Kim said.
“Looks to me like we’re already out of Germany,” Clover said, pointing down.
They had ripped again. Now there was nothing but ocean in any direction.
“Fuck!” Sam said. “We might have enough fuel to get somewhere, but not if we don’t know which direction to go.”
“Follow him,” Alex suggested, pointing to a lone plane passing by at a distance.
The spies shifted into forward flight and headed in the direction of the plane. At Kim’s suggestion, they fell in well behind the unknown aircraft and followed directly behind him, slowly catching up.
“That’s another prop plane,” Sam observed. “It looks like the same vintage.”
Great, Kim thought. We ripped from one war movie right into another one.
Fortunately, she still had her wrist Kimmunicator, so she called Wade. “See if you can find out where we are. It looks like another war movie.” She explained about the plane they were following.
“Get in closer and capture an image. Then I can identify the model. Memphis Belle is the only war movie I see on the schedule.”
“Been there, done that. We just came from there. We just got shot down by the fucking Nazis.”
Kim gained on the prop plane, drifting to the side so that Wade would get a good view, yet far enough back that she couldn’t be seen without a rear-view mirror. The spies matched speeds with her, but kept their distance, as she was still a little wobbly.
“Okay, got it,” Wade said. “Lemme run it through Jane’s and then I can tell you what it is. Back in a few minutes.”
In the meantime, the girls continued to follow the prop plane, hoping it was heading toward land rather than farther out into the ocean.
“Look!” Alex yelled, pointing ahead of it. “What are those?”
There appeared to be some large aircraft ahead. Strangely, the wings were not prominent. In fact, they didn’t appear to have wings at all. They were the wrong shape to be blimps.
About that time Wade called back, though the tones were hard to hear over the noise of the jet packs. “Got it. It’s a P-40. World War II vintage, all right. There were a shitload of them in the South Pacific, but they didn’t do well at high altitudes and couldn’t compete with the Luftwaffe. Sounds like Flying Tigers, but I don’t see anything like that on the schedule.”
“Thanks, Wade. What do you make of these things?” She pointed the Kimmunicator toward the huge airships.
“What the fuck? Those look like SHIELD heli-carriers. They’re like flying aircraft carriers. You must be in the Nick Fury movie from the late nineties. Or maybe X-Men: Evolution. They have some scenes on SHIELD heli-carriers. That sounds like a technology mismatch with the P-40, so it must be from the Confederate Air Force or something. You aren’t in the war after all.”
“Do you think it is safe to land on one of the heli-carriers?”
“It should be. Nick Fury is a good guy and SHIELD is a counter-terrorism and intelligence agency.”
The P-40 veered off to circle around for a landing approach, but the girls didn’t need a runway and just flew straight in, landing on the edge of the nearest heli-carrier flight deck. “Look for a tough-looking middle-aged guy with a cigar and an eye patch,” Wade said as the girls powered down the jet packs.
“Somebody’s coming toward us,” Alex said.
“And he has a cigar and eye patch,” Clover added.
The four girls nervously waited for Fury to approach, hoping that they weren’t in trouble for the unauthorized landing. However, as the figure got closer, Kim realized that it might not be Fury after all.
“Fury is a guy, right?” Kim asked.
“Sure,” Wade said.
“Someone with a cigar and eye patch is coming toward us, but it’s not a guy.”
“Oh, shit,” Wade said. “Let me call up that picture of the P-40 and flip it over.”
“Huh?”
“Bear with me. In the meantime, look around at the other heli-carriers. Do you see anything on the bow? On the front?”
“Looks like a Union Jack painted on. You know, the British flag.”
“That’s what I thought. And when I flip the picture, the plane’s serial number spells out ‘Polly’. That’s it. The guy you followed in was Sky Captain. You’re in the World of Tomorrow.”
About this time, the woman with the eye patch arrived. “I am Captain Francesca Cook, commander of this airship. You are trespassing on Royal Navy property.”
Alex gave her a weak smile. “We’re...sorry?”
“It was an emergency,” Sam said. “It was either land here or ditch in the ocean.”
Francesca impaled Sam with a glare. “We’ll establish your reasons for being here during the interrogation. Follow me, please.”
Kim and the Spies trailed behind the British captain across the flight deck. There was really no point in fighting or escaping. Escape to where? Kim hung back a little, mainly to get a good look at Francesca’s awesome ass. She had already scoped out a pair of tremendous tits, but she had been unable to concentrate on them at the time. But then, it wouldn’t do her much good to get excited if she was going to wind up in the brig.
The group entered the superstructure, then Kim and the other girls followed Francesca through passageways. After many twists and turns, the detainees completely lost spatial orientation and soon had no idea what part of the airship they were in. But it became apparent that they had left the engineering spaces and were now in the part of the ship containing crew quarters. Finally, their captor stopped in front of a door and pushed it open. “In here.”
It appeared to be the Captain’s own quarters. The girls shuffled around in the middle of the room, uncertain what was coming next. Francesca sat on the bed and stared at them coldly. “All right, now who are you and what are you doing here?”
Kim explained how she was from another dimension and that the Spies were from yet another, winding up in this dimension due to circumstances beyond their control. Francesca looked at her askance when she talked about being shot down by the Nazis, since this timeline didn’t even have Hitler and predated the war, but Kim explained that the various dimensions had different versions of Earth, which was actually true.
The Captain sat there for a moment after Kim ran down. Finally she nodded. “All right, I believe that you are not enemies of the Crown and that you did not trespass on purpose. But you still must be punished.” She put her hands on her hips. “Now which one of you is the leader?”
Clover, Alex, and Kim pointed at Sam, while Sam indicated Kim.
“I’m not the leader,” Sam protested. “We don’t really have a leader.”
“And I’m not even part of the group,” Kim added.
“Shut up!” Francesca said. “One of you come forward or I will just pick one.” Sam reluctantly approached the Captain. “Now take off your clothes.” The remaining spies and Kim exchanged wild glances as Sam removed the green catsuit, then stood there anxiously. “Everything.” After Sam stripped off the underwear, Francesca grabbed her, bent her over the knees, and spanked her, hard.
“Owwwwwwwwwww,” Sam cried, but the Captain ignored her, smacking the ass with all her strength. Kim watched nervously. Sometimes her mom spanked her that hard, but she always had numbing salve to ease the pain afterward. It just depended on how long it went on. Fortunately, Francesca stopped before the ass got really red. It was just a mild hue, not much more than pink. But obviously it was sore. Sam writhed around a little on the Captain’s lap, whimpering with the pain. She started to get up, but Francesca clapped a hand on her back and held her there. Then she reached down and put pressure on Sam’s inner thighs, indicating that the teen was to spread her legs. Once the non-verbal instructions were obeyed, Francesca slipped a couple of fingers into Sam’s pussy. Needless to say, the redhead’s reaction was a little different from before. “Ooooohhhhhh.”

Francesca continued to finger Sam, adding a finger to the girl’s asshole as well. With her other hand she squeezed Sam’s nearest tit. The girl writhed again, under a completely different set of sensations this time.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“I said I wasn’t to be disturbed!” Francesca snapped. “Who are you and what is your serial number?”
Another woman’s voice came through the door. “It’s Polly. I don’t have a serial number. I don’t understand, Franky. I thought you were expecting me.”
Franky took her hand out of Sam and slapped her head with it. “Blast! I forgot about that. Something, uh, came up.” She sighed. “Come in, please.”
The door opened and a beautiful blonde came in. “Are you sure that you still want to---oh!” The newcomer’s eyes widened as she took in the tableau: Franky with a naked, slightly red-assed teen bent over her knee, and three more girls standing in line.
“Close the door, Polly, for god’s sake.” As the blonde complied hastily, Franky went on. “As long as you’re here, why don’t you give me a hand? My arm will be worn out by the time I punish all of them.”
Polly sat on the other side of the bed and beckoned to Alex, who stripped and assumed the position. Polly smacked the teen’s ass without mercy. “By the way, what are they being punished for?”
“Does it matter?”
Polly shrugged. “Not really.” She kept at it until Alex’s ass was the same shade as Sam’s, or at least an equivalent shade, taking the brunette’s darker skin tone into account. Then she completed the ritual in a similar fashion, fingering the pussy of the victim like Franky was doing. Alex moaned from both pleasure and pain.
Sam and Alex were laid on the bed, face down to keep pressure off their sore bottoms, then Clover and Kim took their places. Franky and Polly assaulted their rear ends until they achieved the same dim reddish glow, then provided the same compensation.
A little while later, all four of the girls were lying on the bed with sore asses. Franky regarded them sardonically. “How that we have the discipline taken care of, welcome to the HMS Britainia.”
“Thank you,” Kim said. “Only one problem, though. International protocol requires that aid must be rendered to those in distress. By punishing us for accepting what was our right you broke that protocol.”
“I see,” Franky said. “What do you propose be done about it?”
“Obviously you have to be punished. And Polly too, for being an accessory.”
Franky and Polly exchanged glances, then sat there waiting. The teens swarmed over them, stripping them and fondling what was uncovered. And of course the larger tits had to be thoroughly sucked. “Uhhhhhhhh,” Polly moaned, while Franky kept rigid control of herself. When the two women were naked, the girls prepared to administer the punishment. Since they were unable to sit down themselves, bending over the knee was out, so they placed the adults on the bed face down, knelt beside them, and let them have it. Four girls, four ass cheeks, the world in perfect balance. Kim and Clover warmed up Franky’s ass, while Alex and Sam laid into Polly. “Owwwwwwwww,” Polly cried, while Franky took it in silence. The girls continued the ritual of fingering pussies and assholes and fondling tits when the pain phase was over.
The rear ends of the adults were now in the same condition as those of the teens. “Wow,” Kim said. “We look like a convention of baboons. Or whichever monkeys have the bright red asses, I forget which ones.”
“Yeah,” Alex said. “But theirs are red all the time and prolly don’t hurt this much.”
The group arranged themselves into a triple 69, with everybody on their side so that neither partner had to put pressure on her ass. Franky was with Clover, Kim with Polly, and Sam with Alex. They ate each other mostly in silence, with occasional moans. Since they were facing, the tits were available for fondling. Kim and Clover especially enjoyed the larger mammaries of the adults. Then the group shuffled around, the blondes, redheads, and brunettes pairing up with each other.
“Kim, why don’t you show them your trick?” Sam asked when they came up for air.
Franky gave her a sardonic grin from across the bed, while continuing to finger Alex’s pussy. “Come, child, do you really think you know a sex trick we haven’t seen before?”
Kim grinned back at her. “Yeah, I believe I do.”
Curious now, the women observed Kim as she got onto her knees, sat back on her heels, and spread her legs wide. She enjoyed the look of shock on their faces as her pussy closed up and transformed into a dick, getting a kick out of their wide eyes watching her flesh flow and change shape. For extra impact, she made the nanodick quite a bit larger this time, but still not quite her natural size.
The expressions on faces of the Spies were equally wild, as they hadn’t actually seen the morph earlier, just the dick itself. And they hadn’t noticed the change back to a pussy on the jet, as Kim had been talking at the time.
Franky and Polly crawled forward for a closer look, then touched the dick and examined it from all angles. Polly cupped the balls, while Franky handled the dick itself.
“Well,” Polly said, “I’ll have to admit I haven’t seen a girl with a dick before.”
“I concede as well,” Franky admitted. “So what do we do about it?”
Polly looked at her in surprise. “You have to ask?” She grabbed the dick and pointed it toward Franky. The airship captain took it in her mouth. Polly turned over and sucked Kim’s balls. She grimaced a little when her ass came in contact with the bed, but she didn’t let it deter her from the mission.
“Alex and I want to suck it too,” Sam said. “Clover was the only one who got to before.”
“Yeah,” Clover admitted. “But I didn’t even know what I was sucking.”
Franky and Polly shared Kim’s package with the green and yellow spies, while Clover went around to the back. She had a hard time spreading Kim’s ass cheeks without Kim groaning from the pain, but she finally managed to do it and licked Kim’s asshole. “Uuummmmmmm,” Kim moaned, assaulted from front, back, and beneath. She looked down to find that Alex was sucking her balls now.
The group continued to trade off on Kim’s private parts, the dick hardening at a steady rate. Those who were not sucking or licking serviced each other or different parts of Kim’s body. Needless to say, after a few minutes one girl had a hardon and the rest were wet.
Polly received the dick first. She laid on her back and Kim entered her, filling her to capacity. “Ohhhhhhh,” she moaned, grabbing the teen’s ass.
Kim cried out. “Ow!”
“Oh, sorry.” The asses weren’t hurting as much as before, allowing Polly to at least lie on hers, but they weren’t quite ready for rough handling yet. She pulled on Kim’s waist instead, urging the redhead deeper into her.
Franky got behind Kim, molding herself to the teen’s body, and helped with the thrusting by pushing on Kim’s ass with her own pelvis. The pressure was a little painful for Kim, but not quite what the earlier ass grab had been. Kim tried to ignore the pain, concentrating on the sensation in her dick instead.
Sam and Clover sucked on Polly’s tits, while Alex squeezed Franky’s from behind and kissed the woman.
After a little while, the group revolved around Kim into a new configuration. Franky knelt on the bed, spreading her knees a little so that the shorter Kim could reach her honey pot. Kim worked her way in, then slammed the captain without mercy.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” Franky moaned. “That feels bloody marvelous.” She ate Clover’s pussy, with Alex’s hand on her wobbling tits, while Polly and Sam performed a 69.
Kim was thrilled to be dominating such a powerful grown woman. Franky wasn’t trying to control the fucking by pushing back, content to just passively let Kim hammer her pussy. Kim started to smack Franky’s ass, but switched to the less-abused upper thigh instead. She leaned forward, bracing herself against the woman’s back, so that she could hammer harder. “Uhhhhhhhhhh,” Franky groaned, whipping her head around.
Kim alternated between Franky and Polly, while letting the Spies have a turn with the dick as well. The WOOHP girls found it much more exciting this time, now that they knew it was a real dick. Whoever was being fucked, everyone else would gather around and play with the active participants and each other.
This time Polly got the cum shot, winding up with a puddle on her ass. Franky partook of the cum without even knowing of the benefits. After it was explained, she fed some to Polly as well. The Spies scraped up what was left. Even a tiny bit of cum was valuable. A single additional factory bot would speed up the dongification.
Everyone else had cum with Kim or soon after, so the whole group was wiped out. Especially the trespassers, who had gotten off not long before. The group laid there holding each other and fell asleep.
The next thing Kim knew, she was being shaken by someone and a familiar voice was in her ear. “Kimmie, wake up.”
That’s Mom’s voice, Kim thought, still mostly asleep. Did she rip to the Britiania? Then her eyes opened, though they still couldn’t focus. “Mom?”
“Yes, it’s me, Kimmie. My god, I am so glad to find that you are all right. I’ve been so concerned about you.”
“Mom!” Kim embraced her mother with all her strength. “I was worried about you too.” She looked around. “So where are we now?”
“Still in Rome. Wade was right about the attraction holding us in place. Not a single person has ripped since arriving here and every one that we pulled loose from her home dimension is accounted for. Now that your group is here, we should be locked down tighter than ever.”
Kim sighed in relief. “Oh, wow. So we’re almost home. And no more danger.” She looked at Anne sharply. “Right? Is there any danger here?”
“Not at the moment. Miles Gloriousus and his soldiers are stomping around, but most of the action is happening in the house of Senex next door. Philia and Gymnasia are involved, but the other courtesans are being left alone. Including us.”
By now the others were awake, so Kim introduced them to her mom.
“Damn,” Clover said. “We lost our clothes this time.”
Anne smiled. “Not a problem. The eunuchs will take care of that. They’re kinda confused by so many girls appearing out of nowhere, but it’s not like Marcus Lycus tells them anything about his business. They just assume we were bought like the others. They’ll supply you with clothes.” She stood up and showed off what she was wearing.
Kim sighed. “I really need to get cleaned up before putting on new clothes. I haven’t had a shower since all this started.”
“Funny you should mention that,” Anne said. “It’s time for all the girls to get their bath. I was just on my way there when you appeared.”
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