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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 Five - Hunted.

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 33: Approaching Storm.

(State Mental Hospital - Osawatomie, Kansas - August 5th, 1986)
The doctor tried to ignore the obvious signs of overcrowding surrounding him as he passed through the wrought iron gates of the asylum. He didn't let the sight of patients in straight jackets tied to the metal fence impinge on his thoughts, much. It was an all too familiar sight. Yes, it was barbaric, but there were few alternatives in an institution where the patients out numbered the staff at a ratio of over five hundred to one. At least the ones strapped to the fence were getting some fresh air.
Conditions got worse once he and his personal nurse entered the main building. Here straight jackets, and other methods of restraint, were applied liberally. Had he been on the staff, instead of just visiting, he might have tried to do something about the conditions. The point was moot, however. He only had one task to perform. That was all that mattered. After checking in at the front desk, he and the nurse headed into the wing housing the female patients.
His nurse checked room numbers as they went down the hallway. Through the few open doors, he saw three beds crammed into rooms originally designed to hold only one patient. The screams, outbursts, and tear filled moans of those incarcerated here were beginning to strain his nerves by the time they entered the room they were destined for. Only two of the three beds were occupied. He briefly wondered if the the third patient was one of the ones he'd seen outside.
One of the two women in residence was awake, the other, and he had no idea how in all the surrounding ruckus, was sleeping. He went to the foot of the sleeping woman's bed and picked up the clipboard hanging from the metal rail. After a glance at the short cap of dark hair peeking out from under the covers, he began reading off the particulars listed on her chart. “Doe, Jane. Amnesia... Scheduled for release today...”
He looked back up at the woman with a small smile. It wasn't any wonder she could sleep. It was the peaceful sleep of someone with a bright future ahead of them.
The nurse tapped his shoulder. She held the clipboard from the other occupied bed in her other hand. “This is the one we're here for Doctor.”
He looked at the woman with curly blonde hair and fear filled blue eyes in the next bed. She was struggling in the straight jacket and leather bindings holding her into the bed. Muffled, plaintive, sounds came from behind the gag fixed firmly into her mouth.
Taking the chart from the nurse, he began reading. “Hall, Amy. Mental instability unknown... Suspected childhood trauma... ...Given to bouts of extreme violence...” He continued reading down the rest of the chart silently, before looking up to study the patient once again. “Poor thing.” He handed the chart back to the nurse, with a shake of his head. “Prepare her, but don't remove her gag, it says here she's a biter. I'll be waiting in the surgery.”
He took a step toward the door, then paused and looked back at the patient. The smile on his face was a sincere as he could make it under the circumstances. “Happy eighteenth birthday Amy.”
The girl began to struggle harder in her restraints as the doctor left the room. The nurse gave a sigh as she went to work. It was always like this with such extreme cases. If she had any say about it, she'd change the laws to let the upcoming procedure be performed earlier, easing the suffering of patients like this as soon as possible. As she unlocked the bed's wheels, she tried to reassure the agitated woman. “Don't be afraid. The doctor is very good at what he does. You'll soon feel right as rain... After your lobotomy.”
A few minutes later, relative silence descended on the room. The only still occupied bed creaked as the dark haired girl pulled the covers away from her face. She saw she was alone, and smiled through her pain. Dislocating her shoulder to get out of the straight jacket now worn by her soon to be ex-roommate hadn't been easy. Some pain was worth it, she thought, as she stuck her arm through the metal rods of the bed's headboard and wrenched her arm back into place.
Amy Hall smiled with relief as she lay back in her bed and waited for her freedom to come.
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(Go City - August 8th, 2008)
The scent of flowers barely covered the smell of disinfectant filling the air of the hospital room. Mego lay fitfully asleep, surrounded by blooming tokens of well-wishers and get well cards sent by people he and his brothers saved from evil villains in the past. Machines, monitoring his vital signs, beeped and whirred in the darkened space. The only light in the room came from the sun, filtered through the closed blinds, and a crack under the door.
The door opened, and the quiet space brightened for a moment, as a uniformed man slipped into the room from the hallway. The door closed behind him and darkness reigned once more. The man approached the bed quietly, obviously trying not to wake the injured hero. He reached into the pocket of his uniform blouse and extracted a syringe. Studying it's clear contents in the extremely dim light, he contemplated his orders.
His new commander made those orders quite clear, and after the assembly earlier today, the agent knew exactly why they had to be carried out. For a moment he fought down his disgust and the urge to wake the sleeping conspirator, to give him a piece of his mind, before killing him. Nothing offended the Global Justice agent more than people who thought they were above the law. Especially people who were supposed to uphold that law.
The man looked back at the closed door. He felt assured his fellow agent, who standing guard on the other side, would see he wasn't disturbed while carrying out real justice. Raising the syringe to the line of the intravenous tube, he prepared to insert the needle.
A dull thud broke his concentration. He spun around just as the door slammed open. Blinking in the bright light flooding in from the hallway, he saw his partner laying unconscious at the feet of a scowling woman. She wore a long trench coat and a large hat that hid her hair. Burning green eyes peered from a face covered by too much makeup to ever be considered normal. Her glove covered hands raised. The light of the room became tinged with green.
The agent dropped the syringe, and heard it shatter as it hit the floor, as he tried to back away from those flaming hands. Fear, and a sense of failure, consumed him as the woman spoke.
“Maybe it's just my suspicious nature, but something tells me you aren't a nurse...” An orb of super heated flame flared out from one of her hands and incinerated the broken syringe. “...and that wasn't medicine.”
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(Lazy C Ranch - Montana)
Joss Possible entered her father's workshop with a mixed look of concern and puzzlement on her face. She walked past stalls filled with complete, and partially assembled, robotic animals as she approached the workbench he was hunched over. Her cell phone was cradled in her hand as if it were something dangerous, something she wished she wasn't holding. For a few anxious moments, she watched as he finished soldering a circuit board together.
Slim blew out a gusty breath and sat the finished component aside. As he donned his cowboy hat, he never wore it when he was working, he saw his daughter hovering nearby. The look in her eyes told him something wasn't quite right. “What's eaten' ya girl? It's lookin' like ya done seen a ghost.”
She lifted the phone up and held it out to him. “I jus got a text message. Strangest thing I ever done saw. It's from Granny.”
Slim's eyebrows raised as he pushed his hat back on his head. He took the offered device. “Ma usually ain't one for newfangled stuff like...”
Joss heard his voice trail off as he began reading the text on the tiny screen. She nodded in baffled agreement. “An she, sure enough, ain't given to playin' jokes, but...”
The cybernetic scientist finished reading the message and looked up at his teenage offspring. “Ain't given to hysterics much either. I'm of a mind this here ain't no joke.”
Her eyes widened. “What is we a gonna do Pa?”
“We does what she says. We get ourselves scarce.”
A half hour later found the two of them racing down an empty stretch of Montana highway, mounted on a pair of gleaming silver robotic horses. Slim sat astride his first creation, Ol' Tornado, while Joss rode his newest equine endeavor, which she'd named Spitfire. The metallic creation's hooves ate the pavement at a pace few cars, outside of a racetrack, could match. Silvery strands of their manes fluttered in the already hot morning air as they thundered their way south.
The sun had climbed high and was just reaching it's zenith, before the Possibles saw any other vehicles. In this part of the country, there was nothing uncommon about that. What was uncommon was that the two vehicles they saw, gaining on them from behind, were identical black vans.
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(Natural Leisure Resort)
As Kim stepped off the Ferris wheel, with her mom and Andy, her mind was filled with eager anticipation. She was really looking forward to tomorrow when, as her mother promised, she would show Kim the more esoteric and deviant pleasures of the resort. Only the reminder that they had other things planned for today kept her from begging to begin right now.
The three of them made their way through the naked crowd mingling on the midway. They were looking for something interesting to do in the time remaining before Anne's surprise and Kim’s first, now also eagerly anticipated, ass fucking. Kim really wanted to try it since, by her standards, it was something new and kinky. She looked around at the booths and rides with full knowledge, her standards were dropping as fast as an anvil in one of those old-time cartoons.
By mutual consent, they chose the Tunnel of Lust as their next stop. The facade surrounding the entrance looked fairly innocuous at first, until Kim saw the tiny cupids, depicted flying in circles around pink and red hearts, didn't have bows and arrows. Instead they had tiny hard-on's and were winking out of leering faces. Each of them were handed a ticket by the ride operator as they joined the other people waiting their turn.
Anne guided her over to the side of the group, where a small stand was setup. She explained the numbers as she selected a couple of small dildos, with wide bases, from the selection on display. “The cars only seat two people. The numbers are for the random drawing of who rides with who.”
Kim felt disappointed, as she asked. “We can't ride together?”
Anne shook her head. “Nope. That's the whole idea. If we went together, it's just be a normal tunnel of love. This way you get to indulge in the experience with, hopefully, a total stranger.”
The idea barely shocked Kim as she looked around at the other people waiting to go on the ride. Like her, it seemed they were all scanning the crowd and wondering who they would be paired with. She looked back at her mother and the sex toys she was holding. “So what are those for?”
Anne giggled as she turned one of them over and displayed the bottom side. There was a red circle with a slash across it. “If you get paired with a man, you can put these in and he'll know what's off limits.”
She took the items from her mother with a smile. It seemed like they thought of everything here at the resort. The sound of the ride operator announcing the ride was ready for the next group, made everyone turn and look. A line of heart shaped cars rolled into place behind him as he began calling out numbers.
From the other side of the group, a man with muscles like a body builder, and a generous cock which showed the muscles hadn't come from steroids, raised his ticket in the air. Kim heard her mom squeal with delight as she raised her ticket in the air too. She winked at her daughter and hurried toward the ride.
Kim giggled as the two of them got in the car with truly lustful smiles on their faces. She stepped over next to Andy as the car moved into the dark entrance of the building.
He grinned at her. “I hope I get his twin brother, or his daddy, if he's built like that!”
The two shared a laugh as the operator called off another pair of numbers. Neither were theirs. They watched as another man and woman boarded a car and went inside. Another set of numbers was called, and this time one was Andy's. They looked over the crowd to see who he would get paired with. After a second, a hand shot into the air.
The elderly gentleman it belonged to wasn't as ripped as the one, doing who knew what right now, with her mother, but he wasn't a slouch either. Andy mouthed, “Wish me luck,” as he walked up and got in the car.
Kim tried to imagine what was going on inside the ride as she waited. Two more sets of numbers were called, neither hers, giving her imagination plenty of time to conjure images that made her start to juice. The crowd was thinning down when she finally heard her number called. She held her ticket in the air as she started to move toward the entrance. As another arm lifted, she stopped and began to backtrack. The dildos went back on their stand and Kim licked her lips as she went to join the buxom blonde girl who was already climbing into the next car.
Neither of them had a chance to even say hi to each other before the ride lurched into motion. Apparently the blonde wasn't much interested in doing any talking anyway. She pushed Kim back into the wide seat, and dove between her legs, even as the dark interior of the ride consumed them. Kim felt the girl's mouth cover her pussy, and she moaned as the pretty girl worked her tongue, plunging it rapidly between her wet cunt folds.
Lust was the word, she thought, as the girl ate her out. The blonde was almost as good at it as her mom, but the added knowledge of her being a complete and total stranger made the experience something else indeed. She reached down and began fondling the girl's large breasts. They felt warm and soft, and Kim found she didn't care to know anything more about her. All that mattered was the pleasure they could give each other until their time together, and the ride, ended.
With a smooth motion, Kim slid her ass to the side, letting her lay lengthwise across the seat. She was careful not to dislodge the blonde's sucking mouth, which was giving her so much pleasure, as she pulled the girl up and over her. It barely registered on her consciousness, that there were displays passing around them, as the car moved along. Her eyes were only for the tangle of blonde pubic hair, now scant inches above her face.
With almost hectic abandon, Kim drove her tongue up and into the the girl's blonde curls. She dug it into the wet pussy hiding inside. The taste was different than her moms, or her own, but she couldn't help but like it. Her face pressed closer until the hair tickled her nose and she had the entire length of her tongue buried inside her.
Their hands caressed and kneaded each others bodies as they slurped and licked and drove each other upwards into orgasmic oblivion. Kim felt the rush of her cum begin at the same time she got a mouthful of hot pussy juice. She grinned around the girl’s pussy as she drank it in. Apparently, she was like her mom, and was a real gusher. Kim gulped the nectar down and used her tongue to search for more. As she did so, her own pussy spammed and returned the favor as she shot her own blast of wetness into the blonde's sucking mouth. When it came to cumming, she was definitely her mother's daughter, copious, wet, and messy. The two girls, still strangers except in body, rode their mutual orgasms until the car once again emerged into the light of the sun.
The blonde tart didn't even say goodbye as she hopped out of the car. She just smiled and waved as she jogged off around the corner of the building. Kim licked her lips, enjoying that last bit of the blonde's taste, as she slowly lifted her trembling body up and out. She looked around and figured she was on the opposite side of the ride from where she started. Not seeing either her mom or Andy amongst the few, very satisfied looking, people gathered there, she began walking back around to where her little anonymous adventure started.
The short walk gave her time to stop trembling and think about what she just did. She concluded having sex with someone she didn't know, without any strings attached, was a pretty interesting exercise in naughtiness. As she rounded the last corner and saw Andy and her mom standing next to each other, smiling like cats who got into the cream and whispering to each other, she decided more anonymous sex was definitely on her list of “Things Kimmie-Twat liked to do.”
Anne took a step forward and wrapped her arms around her daughter. Playfully, she licked at the dampness on Kim’s cheek. “Mmmm. Tastes like you had fun Baby.”
Kim giggled. “I did, did you guys enjoy yourselves too?”
Anne shot a naughty look over at Andy. “Shall we show her how much fun we had?”
He nodded. Anne released her daughter and went to stand beside him. Kim knew something was up when the whispering began again. Then, as one, both of them turned around to face away from her. Before her inquisitive eyes, they both bent over and showed her exactly how much fun they'd had. The sight of two well fucked, and gaping, assholes made Kim laugh. The laughter took on a naughty note, and gave her a kinky idea, as she watched cum drip from both of the distended orifices.
The idea filled her mind and took over her actions as she stepped forward and dropped to her knees right behind her mother. She spared a glance at Andy and saw him watching her from over his shoulder. She raised a finger to her lips to keep him from saying anything, and silently mouthed, “Don't move, you're next.” With those naughty words, she turned her head and pushed her mouth into her mom's asshole.
Anne started as she felt herself invaded. At the same time, she heard Andy laugh. Looking back, she confirmed what she was almost sure she was feeling. “Oh! Kimmie! You nasty little girl!” She felt her knees grow weak as her daughter gave her a wonderful rim job. “Eat my ass Baby! Suck out all that muscleman's spunk!”
Never one to refuse her mother's wishes, Kim did as she was told. She sucked and licked at the gooey mess exuding from her mom's butt. As the salty semen hit her tongue, she realized she hadn't really tasted it before. Buster's cum had been deposited too far down her throat to get any on her taste buds. It wasn't nearly as yummy as pussy juice, but she didn't mind. She cared more about giving her perverted lover pleasure, than enjoying the act herself.
Kim went into a frenzy of licking and sucking. She knew as she tried to get every last drop, she was the nasty little girl her mother said she was. She felt her incestuous lover's body tremble and felt hot wetness splash over her body. Pride suffused her as she realized she'd just given her mommy an orgasm, without even touching her beautiful pussy, just by mouthing her ass.
Her pride expanded as she withdrew her head and saw the gathering of people surrounding her. Just like on the beach, they were abundantly clear about how much they liked the show. She had to giggle as the man whose cum she just sucked out of her mom's ass winked at her. Intending to repeat the performance before her fans, she turned her head and looked at Andy. Her brow knitted when she saw him slowly shaking his head in a negative way.
She stood up, with rivulets of her mom's pussy juice running down her body, and looked him in the eyes. “What's wrong Andy? Don't you want me to do you too?”
He grinned and shook his head some more. “I'd love it if you did, that's the problem. See, if you do, I'm pretty positive, I'll get off on it like Anne did.”
Kim was confused. “But that's not a bad thing. I'd love to get you off that way, really, I would!”
Anne smiled as she got her legs back under her. “Silly little Kimmie-Twat. Don't you get it? If you get him off now, he won't be able to give you the proper ass fucking he's been saving up for.”
For the first time since the beach that morning, Kim felt herself blush. She hadn't thought of that. “Ok. I guess I'll just have to lick your ass afterward then.”
Andy readily agreed to the teenager's compromise. He couldn't wait until the time came for both.
Kim turned to her mom. “How much longer do we have to wait?”
Anne knew that when the time came for her surprise to be sprung, there wouldn't be any doubt about it. “About another half hour, I think.”
Kim grinned and took each of their arms in hers. “Well then, let's go find something else to do to fill the time!”
Something else turned out to be one of the booths Anne saw just opening earlier. She stopped at the opening in the front, holding back, as her daughter tried to drag her inside. As Kim’s mother she could have tried to forbid her doing what she intended, but as her lover, the very idea turned her on so much she almost came again. She stood rooted in place as she fought her dilemma.
It was Kimmie-Twat's newly sensuous version of the PDP, it included the licking of her pouting lips, that got past her reluctance and made her enter.
Inside she saw a man performing his art on the naked body of a woman about her own age. Kim was grinning as she stepped to the side of the room and examined the contents of a fancy display case.
The man put the finishing touches on the woman's tattoo and looked up. He smiled at the abundance of tight, unadorned, pink skin covering the two women and man in his studio. “And how may I serve you folks?”
Kim looked up and smiled at him. “My mommy and I are looking for something in the way of matching nipple rings.”
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