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The World Must Never Know	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 53068 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

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The World Must Never Know
Part Four - Black Sheep.

Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, intense violence, torture, rape, death, incest, and many other mature themes.

Chapter 27: Plans.

(Global Justice headquarters - August 8th, 2008)
Adolf Hall chuckled to himself as he listened to the pounding on the other side of the reinforced office door. He adjusted his rumpled suit and pulled a slightly crumpled sheet of paper from his inner breast pocket. It didn't surprise him in the least, the soundproofing wasn't enough to hide the gunshot from the ears of attentive GJ agents. He held the paper up in front of him as he released the lock on the door.
He affected a calm demeanor as he watched two agents assess the situation through the open doorway. Their eyes went from him, to the prone body of Dr. Director, and back. He smiled as their arms raised and they aimed their Stop Watches at him.
Bureaucratic nonchalance emanated from him as he extended the paper toward them. He slipped into the role of Redmond Tappe with ease. “Lower your weapons gentlemen. While I admire your dedication to duty, I am only doing mine. Please read this.”
One of the agents took the offered sheet, while the other continued to train his weapon at a point right over his heart. Tappe stayed perfectly still while the agent read the fictitious order. He knew that, until they assimilated and accepted what was written there, he was in danger. It was only when the first agent handed the order to the other, he felt confident enough to state his case.
“By order of the Council. I have apprehended Dr. Director and am now assuming overall authority of the Global Justice Network.”
The second agent looked up from the paper. He lowered his arm. Tappe could see devotion to their former boss fighting with an ingrained sense of duty in the man's face. It took an effort to suppress his triumphant smile when the man finally spoke.
“What are your orders Commander?”
He turned and pointed that the woman. “Cuff her and place her in an isolation cell on the detention level. She is to have no contact with anyone. After that, send out a recall order to all agents in the field. I want them, and all heads of the scientific departments, to meet in the briefing room in no later than two hours from now. I'll give a complete run down of the situation at that time. Now, carry out your orders.”
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(Natural Leisure Resort)
Kim awoke to the sound of running water coming from the master bath. She yawned and stretched her naked body languidly across the bed, disorganizing the already rumpled covers even more. She felt wonderful, alive, and incredibly horny. Listening to her mother in the shower, she smiled. It didn't matter that they had spent the last few days exploring their newfound love. Passionately giving in to their mutual lust together. She wanted more.
She sat up in the bed and looked down her body. There were no visible changes, but she could feel desire and need simmering just under her skin. The unleashing of her long suppressed libido changed her. Her mother's touch made her feel new, and for the first time in her life, whole. A limitless horizon of sexual gratification opened up to her as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She wanted to experience it all. Her body flushed with heat as she decided to join her mother in the shower.
She was just standing up, when a small object sitting on the nightstand caught her attention. Her lust was dampened slightly by a tiny feeling of guilt. The blank screen of her wrist Kimmunicator seemed to glower at her with unspoken disapproval. She reached out and picked it up. It felt lighter than she was used to because it's tiny energy cell was missing.
Removing the battery was a decision she made, with no hesitation, the moment she realized the need for total privacy. Just turning it off wasn't an option when it came to the multifunction device. It's compact housing contained a video camera, scanners, and even the capability of independent mobility. All of those features could be turned on remotely by Wade if he thought there was an emergency.
Now she cradled the device in her hand and wondered if he was, even now, trying to reach her. Chances were, he wasn't. She didn't do the whole world saving mission thing anymore, not since Ron came into his full power. The kind of missions she did now didn't have the same kind of emergency priority. Now that she put some thought into it, she discovered a simple truth. Most of them could be handled without her direct involvement.
That thought made her remember the reasoning her mother used to convince her coming here was something she simply had to do. She grinned. She hadn't known then about her mother's ulterior motives. Now she did. With that hindsight, she could see the flawed logic in her mother's argument. There was always another way. One immediately sprang into her mind. If she had turned down this mission, she could have just had Wade air drop the medicines and been done with it.
With her twinge of guilt assuaged, she placed the Kimmunicator back down on the nightstand. Surprisingly, it didn't make her feel even slightly bitter to realize the world didn't need her to save it anymore. Not even in the little things. In fact, she felt relief. Her life was her own again, in a way it hadn't been since she was twelve years old.
Her naked body felt light as she padded across the room to the bathroom door. She'd miss the thrill of the missions, but not too much. There were new thrills in her life now. Pleasantly unexpected ones to be sure. The best of them was only a few more steps away.
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(Global Justice headquarters)
Betty Director came to with harsh light filling her eye, pain in her head, and the feel of cold steel biting at her wrists. Her surroundings were all too familiar. This was holding cell three, on detention level two. It was normally the place where the most dangerous of villains were housed until they could be shipped off to prison, or a mental institution. The walls were padded because some of those villains were not only dangerous to others, but themselves too. She couldn't remember off hand the number of times Dr. Drakken had been her unwilling guest in this very room.
She pushed that thought aside and began taking stock of her own situation. It was a telling fact that she was here and not in some hidden lair. It didn't take much thought for her to conclude, he somehow had taken control of GJ. The most likely scenario being him using the trumped up conspiracy charges against her. She still couldn't figure whether he had Council backing or not. Not enough information to work with, yet.
The next thing she considered, which was all too obvious, was that she wasn't dead. This meant her theory, that Tappe wanted something more from her than just her life, was holding. The things he spoke of during their fight, and the way he seemed so sure about them, chilled her.
There was no doubt in her mind, that it wasn't just wishful raving on his part. He really thought he could break her, bend her to his will. He was too confident about it for there to be any doubt, he'd done it before. She dreaded what he might do to accomplish his warped goal, but took hope from the knowledge it gave her a chance to find out what he was really up to.
No villain, and he certainly fell into that classification, could resist gloating over a helpless foe. This went double when said villain was sure they had the upper hand. No matter what it took, she would make him think he did. Any information she gleaned from him would be critical in putting a stop to his evil scheme.
She turned her face away from the hidden video camera located above the cell's door. It wouldn't do for anyone watching to see the smile twitching across her lips. Luck and proper planning were in her favor. Once she had all the information she needed, her escape wasn't just a possibility, it was assured.
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(Natural Leisure Resort)
The scent of apples filled the steamy air of the shower as Anne squirted half the contents of the, resort provided, tiny bottle of shampoo into her hand. She closed her eyes as she began to massage the sweet smelling gel into her hair. Her thoughts, for the first time in days, weren't on sex. Not entirely at least.
An image of her husband filled her head. She pictured him working in some laboratory, while the cold darkness of the far side of the Moon surrounded him. He would be content with his work, but she knew in her heart, he would also be missing her as much as she missed him. A faint line of worry creased her lather covered brow as she wondered how she was going to tell him about her and Kim.
The worry wasn't because she thought he'd have a problem with her having their daughter as a lover. She knew better than anyone just how open minded he truly was. A heated flush suffused her skin as she remembered the first time he suggested she borrow one of Kim’s cheerleader uniforms and wear it to bed. She'd called him Daddy and pleaded with him to fuck her silly. The look in his eyes, as he did so, spoke volumes.
Her concern was simply that he didn't take surprises very well. She needed to break the news to him gently. Perhaps, she wondered with a naughty giggle, with her daughter’s help? Her deviously incestuous plotting was interrupted by the feeling of a slender hand caressing her butt. She'd been too distracted to notice she wasn't alone until that moment.
“What's so funny Mom?”
Anne let her daughter's touch consume her. She knew better than to bring up the subject of her father so soon. Kim was still coming to grips with her new found sexuality. There would be plenty of time before James returned home to put any concrete thought into it. To avoid the topic, she took refuge in some well deserved teasing. Now was the perfect time to use the new nickname she'd come up with for her daughter.
“I was just thinking how funny it was that, 'The Girl Who Can Do Anything,' including drive her mother up the wall with a single touch, can't do other things like cook, or talk dirty in bed... Kimmie-Twat.”
The hand caressing her ass lifted. She felt it come back with a gentle swat. Anne didn't need to see her daughter’s face to know the girl’s eyes were rolling. She rocked her hips, relishing the stinging sensation in her lower cheek. Over the last few days, she'd been slowly introducing her daughter to the many wonders of sex, but hadn't yet touched on some of the more esoteric forms. Spanking was one she truly enjoyed. Seeing as she was already planning to expand her daughter's horizons today, now seemed as good a time as any to bring it up.
She let the streaming water wash the soap from her hair and looked over her shoulder at her smirking daughter. Lust filled her sparkling blue eyes. “Mmm... That's right Baby. Mommy has been a bad girl. She needs to be punished.”
Kim felt a wetness that wasn't coming from the shower head fill the heated space between her legs. Her embarrassment, at being reminded of her lack of skill in the pillow talk department, washed down the drain. Her eyes locked on the faint red hand print she'd left on her mother's butt. It hadn't been her intention to smack her so hard, but hearing her mother talk as if she actually liked it, made her want to do it again.
Lifting her arm back, she swung the flat of her hand into the other cheek. The sound of the slap on her mom's wet, firm, flesh was accompanied by the older woman's low moan of pleasure. Kim grinned as she realized she liked this new, and delightfully naughty, form of play. It wasn't as if she were actually hurting her mother, that was something she could never bring herself to do. She began to really get into the swing of things, so to speak, as she laid another swat over the already fading spot.
“Yes you are a bad Mommy. You deserve to be punished!”
The tingle of her daughter's playful discipline fueled Anne's arousal. She leaned forward, pressing her stiffening nipples against the slick tiles of the shower stall, as she thrust her posterior out to give her sexy young lover a more inviting target. She breathed her pleasure out through sensuously parted lips, as the invitation was accepted with three more swats in quick succession.
Kim let her hand linger over the hot skin of her mother's ass. She rubbed gently as she slid around to get between the woman and the wall. She pressed her breasts into her mother's as she tilted her head up and kissed her. Passion drenched them as much as the water cascading over their entwined bodies. Their tongues darted and played as they tasted each other's lips.
Anne felt her daughter's hand slide around her thigh to cup her bare mound. She let the girl's fingers caress her aroused folds and rigid clit for a few ecstatic moments before she broke the kiss. She wanted so much to give in and let her daughter take her to the pinnacle of bliss, but she had other plans. Plans their mutual unsatisfied desire would make much easier to accomplish.
She took Kim’s hand away from her pussy with a look of mock sternness. “That will be enough of that young lady. Have you already forgotten what we discussed last night?”
Kim began to pull her face into the beginnings of her infamous Puppy Dog Pout. She hadn't forgotten, but hoped her mother had. They'd been laying in bed, recovering from a very intense Sixty-Nine, her new favorite number, when her mom's inner doctor reared up and put it's figurative foot down. No more practically non-stop sex all day and night long. She'd agreed then to her mother's demand, but was now wishing she hadn't.
Anne fought the effects of her little girl's soulful eyes and extended lower lip. She slipped out of the shower with a laugh. “Nice try Darling, but not this time.” She grabbed a large fluffy towel and began drying herself. “Finish getting cleaned up and meet me in the living room in no more than ten minutes. It's well past time for me to show you the rest of the resort.”
It wasn't the shock her well worn PDP wasn't working that kept Kim frozen in place as her mom left the bathroom. A full body blush suffused her skin as tried not to think of the real reason she didn't want to leave the luxury suite. There were naked people out there and she would have to be one of them.
Resisting the temptation to bring herself off wasn't easy for Anne as she waited for her daughter. A mischievous smile split her face as she dried her hair. She would probably pay the price later for misleading her incestuous lesbian lover, but it would be worth it. There was no intention in her head of giving up non-stop sex for the duration of their stay. In fact, there would be even more if things went the way she hoped.
Right on the dot, ten minutes later, Kim entered the living room. Anne could see she was at least resigned to her fate. That was a good start. She wrapped an arm around her daughter's slender waist and began pulling her toward the door before she had a chance to protest. As they exited the suite, she put her plan to broaden her daughter's sexual horizons into motion with a question she'd been dying to ask.
“So Kimmie... Did you like what we did in the shower?”
Kim’s face brightened as she looked up into her mother's eyes. “Yeah. It was Spankin'.”
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