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The World Must Never Know	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 53064 -:- 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. (Ditto for characters from Hanna-Barbera and the United States Forest Service.) 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 34: Clouds on the Horizon.

(Upperton, Colorado - September 4th, 1967)
Nancy Possible nervously clutched her husband's hand. The two of them sat in an office, whose walls were painted an unnerving mix of pastel pinks and blues. Nancy knew the color scheme was supposed to be bright and soothing, but she would rather have Sylvia here to help dispel her jitters. Unfortunately, the blonde woman's presence would have raised too many unwanted questions. Her lesbian lover was at home, watching the couple's four year old sons.
It was because of her twin sons, she and S.J. were here. When they left the house today, Simon had been sitting in front of the TV watching his favorite show, The Lone Ranger. While he did so, he was also modifying his toy plastic horse so that it's legs articulated in the same way as the horse on the screen. His brother, James, had been in their bedroom, mixing up some unidentifiable concoctions with his chemistry set. These activities were just some more in a long line of things proving Gideon had been right all along. Her sons, like her, were not normal.
When the first undeniable signs appeared, she had no choice but to tell S.J. and Sylvia about her past. Both took the news well, but she could see the disappointment in her husband's eyes when she told him she couldn't take the risk of having anymore children. Her sons, while extremely gifted, were otherwise passably normal. She had no idea what she might produce if she were to become pregnant again.
Six months ago, they came to a decision, and made their first trip here. Today, hopefully, would be their last.
The couple turned in their seats as the door behind them opened. Mrs. Stern, the owner of the New Hope adoption center entered with a sour look on her face. Nancy knew the woman's grim appearance was deceiving. Under that facade was a kind and very large heart. A tiny shadow peeked around the woman's long skirt with large brown eyes.
Mrs. Stern led the child into the room by her small pudgy hand. She spoke to the three year old in a soft voice. “Now dear, do you remember Simon and Nancy?”
The little girl nodded and smiled shyly.
“Good, because, as of today, they are going to be your new mommy and daddy.”
The child's face brightened. “Really?”
Nancy and S.J. stood up and approached the child. Nancy smiled at her. “Yes June, really.”
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(Yellowstone National Park - August 8th, 2008)
Joss looked back over her shoulder again as she and her father rode through the majestic scenery of the nation's first, and largest, national park. Since they decided to leave the road and take to the countryside an hour ago, there hadn't been any sign of their pursuers. She turned back to her father. “Do ya think we lost 'em Pa?”
Slim shook his head. “I reckon not. Those fancy vans a theirs may be fast an all, but they ain't no good off road. I 'spect they'll be after us again once they get some four wheelers.”
“I'm of a mind we can't jus keep a runnin' fer ever. Let's be a headin' south, toward Ranger Smith's post.” He gave his daughter a wink. “Rustle us up some help, an show them yahoo's who they all is a messin' with.”
Joss smiled at the mention of her father's old friend. The two men shared a love of the outdoors and the park in particular. It was Smith who got the National Park Service to give her father a grant, which helped fund his research, in return for his help keeping the park clean, safe, and unspoiled. Her smile grew as she realized exactly what kind of help her father was referring to.
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(Go City Hospital)
Anger and hatred twisted Shego's face as she stalked toward the cowering GJ agent. What she didn't show were the grief and fear eating at her soul since the moment Drakken restored communication and she found out about her brothers deaths. Only one thought drove her, as she disregarded the blue scientist's paranoid warnings and left the safety of the lair, get to her only remaining sibling as fast as she could.
She clenched her burning fists as she backed the agent into a corner. Aviarius wasn't available for her to vent her rage on, but this man was. “Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, fucks with my family!”
Pulling her arm back, she aimed her glowing fist at his head.
“Sh...Shego. Don't. Your vow...”
Her eyes darted to the side. She saw Mego staring at her from his bed, with a pleading look in his eyes. Her heart begged her to rush to him. Hold him. Comfort the only family she had left. Her anger wouldn't let her do that, yet.
Fire faded from her upraised fist. She hadn't realized how close she'd come to breaking her one and only steadfast rule. Never burn. “He tried to kill you! I'm not going to let him get away with that!”
Mego raised himself up and turned, with a pained grunt, onto his side. His eyes fixed on the agent. “Not this way Sis. Please! We need to know why.”
Why? The question dipped into her mind. Pierced the bubble of anger and made her think clearly for the first time in days. Why would someone from GJ be trying to kill her brother? They were supposed to be the good guys, weren't they?
Her fist unclenched until her metal shod glove became claw shaped. She stared into the agent's eyes. “Start talking agent man. I want to know exactly what's going on.” She flexed the meticulously sharpened tips of her fingers. “And don't even think of lying to me, or I swear, I'll show you parts of your body that aren't supposed to be on the outside!”
GJ agents were some of the best trained and steadfast people in the world. Highly skilled professionals, who never flinched in the face of evil. They could look danger in the eye and laugh. The uniformed man stared into Shego's eyes, pissed his pants, and told her everything he knew.
Once the man ran out of things to say, and was reduced to tearful babbling, Shego lit the one of her fingers and tapped him gently on the forehead. His synaptic functions were knocked off-kilter by some unknown side effect of her power, causing him to fall limply unconscious. It was a little trick she only learned by accident, but put to good use many times since.
Mego, who'd managed to sit upright in the hospital bed, shook his bruised head slowly. “A conspiracy to take over the world? That's completely ridiculous! I mean, I could see you and that Gemini guy involved in something like that, but Kim Possible? Her whole family? The rest of them? No, pardon my french, fucking way!” He let out a loud oomph, as his sister grabbed him in her arms and held him tight. He reached out a hand and stroked a strand of her long black hair, that had fallen out of her hat. “Sure you've worked with Kim Possible in the past, but that was nothing like what he was saying.”
Shego barely heard his words as she held him close. She was just glad he was alive. She continued to hold him as what he was saying began to register. Pulling back a little, she looked him in the face. “You're right. This smells worse than Drakken's week old socks. The little Princess would never be in on something like this. And her family too? That's a laugh! I lived with them back during that whole thing with Electronique, they might not be the typical family next door, but they sure as hell aren't evil.”
She glanced around the hospital room. Eying the two unconscious agents speculatively. “And Betty Director? No way I can see her involved in, or condoning, something like this.”
Mego sighed. “What do we do now?”
“We need more information. Somebody has to know what’s really going on.”
“How are you going to find out?”
“You mean we, I'm not letting you out of my sight until I know you're safe.”
Mego looked down at the bandaged stump of his leg. “I'm not exactly in any condition to travel...”
Shego followed his gaze and fought to suppress the tears she felt welling in her eyes. Tears for his loss. Tears for their three dead brothers. She took him in her arms once again. “We'll manage. I think I know where we can find things out.”
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(Load residence - Middleton, Colorado)
Wade Load let out a tired sigh as he settled into his favorite computer chair. His mind felt muddled, and his body fatigued, by the flight back from Florida. He began activating his complex computer systems as he thought back to his parting conversation with Nana Possible, just before they both got on separate planes.
“Listen Mr. Load. Leave the job of contacting the names on the list to me.”
“What am I supposed to do? Just go home and twiddle my thumbs?”
“Certainly not! I've got three tasks for you. I have every confidence you can handle them for me. First, I need you to hack into the Global Justice computer system. We need to know exactly what happened to Dr. Director. I don't like it that she hasn't been in touch since she sent you to meet me.”
“I can do that. What else?”
“I want you to go over the list. Find out why just the people on it, are on it. I have some idea why my family is being targeted, but not why the other's are. There has to be some connection I'm not seeing. I need you to find out what it is.”
“This is bigger than just some trumped up conspiracy theory isn’t it?”
“I'm afraid so. I think my past may be coming back to haunt everyone.”
“Can't you tell me more?”
“Not now. Not yet. Not until I know for sure.”
“Ok, I guess. What else did you want me to do?”
“Keep a low profile and wait for me to get a hold of you with further instructions. Until then, and this is very important, don't talk to anyone. Especially your friend Ronald. If Betty is right, and the forces of law and order are being used to carry out this dastardly plot, he may be compromised.”
“But Ron wouldn't ever...”
“Wouldn't he, Mr. Load? Think about it. I'm sure we both know what comes along with absolute power, and Ronald is as close to a living embodiment of absolute power as this world has ever seen.”
Wade's finger's began to work their technological magic on his keyboard. He set in motion a series of programs designed to cut, poke, and pry their way into encrypted systems. While the programs did their electronic business, he turned to a second terminal. From memory, he began inputting the names from the list of targets. As he did so, he thought about Ron. His friend had his flaws, his ego being the biggest, but he just couldn't see him going off the deep end the way she suspected he might. For now, he'd respect her wishes and not contact him. But if Ron were to call? Well, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.
He'd just finished setting up a search pattern on the names, when he heard a knock on his bedroom door, and his mother's voice calling out.
“Wade? Honey? There are some, people, here to see you.”
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(Yellowstone National Park)
The GJ agent thumbed his radio as he peered through a pair of binoculars. “Targets still in sight. They are right in front of a small cabin, sitting at a picnic table. There's a forest ranger with them. Team A, move in. Remember your orders, do not involve innocent bystanders. Separate them from the ranger before executing them. Don't take any unnecessary risks, we have you covered from here.”
He watched the other team move through the trees toward the cabin, while his partner set up a bipod mounted sniper rifle. There was a startled gasp next to him, which made him lower his binoculars. He looked at his partner and saw him looking back over his shoulder.
“What is it?”
“B...b...bears!”
The agent let out a snorting laugh as he placed the binoculars back to his eyes. “Get a grip! They're just big, dumb, animals. If we leave them alone, they won't bother us. Now concentrate on the mission.”
A deep, jocular, voice came from behind the agent. “I think, my good fellow, you'll find we are smarter than the av-er-age bears...”
He turned to see a flabbergasting sight. Two bears stood on the path he and his partner used to get to this surveillance spot. Both of them were raised on their hind legs, causing them to tower above the prone men. What really shook the agent, was that one was wearing a small green hat and matching necktie. The other also had on a hat, similar to the one worn by the park ranger, and was carrying a shovel in his forepaws.
The second bear spoke in a voice just as deep as the first, but with a hint of admonishment in his tone. “You really shouldn't bring gun's into the park. Gunpowder is quite incendiary.” He swung this shovel up and used it to knock the sniper rifle out of the agent's trembling grasp. “Remember. Only you can prevent forest fires.”
With no idea of their comrade's predicament, two more GJ agents approached the cabin. They both had their weapons at the ready, but not yet aimed. When the heads of the people sitting in shade of a large tree turned, one of the agents spoke. “Dr. Simon Possible, Miss Joclyn Possible. You are both wanted for questioning on a matter of worldwide security. Please stand up slowly and come with us.”
While his partner was talking, the other agent, trying to seem nonchalant about the entire matter, popped a stick of gum into his mouth. He chewed twice while they waited for the targets to stand. When neither did, nor in fact acknowledge the agents in any way, he tossed the gum wrapper on the ground and lifted his rifle.
Joss and Slim smiled and shook their heads. It was the forest ranger that gave them a reply to their demand. He pointed to the ground where the gum wrapper lay. “You really shouldn't have done that you know.”
A loud, terrifying, screech came from the branches above them. Both agents looked up to see a large feathered shape descending on them. Talons reached out and grabbed both men in a tight hold. The screech turned into recognizable words. “Give a hoot! Don't Pollute!”
A short time later, the three robotic animals watched as Joss finished hogtying the four agents and her father, their creator, shook the hand of Ranger Smith.
Slim smiled at his friend. “Thanks agin fer yer help.” He looked over at the robots. “Look's like Woodsy, Smoky, an Yogi are in mighty fine shape.”
Smith chuckled. “They are. With their help, the park has been better taken care of than ever before. Plus, the tourists love them.” Then he rolled his eyes at the tie wearing bear. “Only problem is, Yogi can't seem to pronounce the name of the park correctly.”
Hearing his name, the mechanical bear spoke up. “Hey, hey! Jellystone is my fave-o-rite place to play!”
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(Natural Leisure Resort)
The tattoo artist reached into the display case and lifted out a long, thin, velvet covered board. A line of glittering golden hoops, of varying sizes, adorned it in a neat row. “These are our top of the line, twenty-four carat gold, model. They are just perfect for you ladies.”
Kim was leaning in for a closer look, when her mother made reality come crashing back into her world.
“They are absolutely beautiful, but I'm afraid we can't afford anything like that.”
Kim’s face fell as she backed away from the, so very tempting, shiny rings. If she'd thought about it, she would have realized it before now. Even an all inclusive resort simply couldn't afford to just give away such expensive baubles. Still, she was determined. “Umm... What can we afford?”
Anne opened her mouth to give her daughter the honest bad news, but didn't get the chance. She found the proprietor pushing a portable hand scanner toward her.
He grinned. “Why don't we find out?”
Knowing, since they weren't paying guests, their credit balance with the resort would be a big fat zero, Anne shrugged and put her hand on the plate. This way, at least, they could put the whole idea behind them and move on. It beeped once and she lifted her hand away, so everyone could see the screen. “Sorry Kimmie, but...”
The artist interrupted her. “But it looks you're both getting the very finest I have, plus all the extras!”
Kim, Anne, and Andy all leaned in and stared at the screen. Andy let out a slow whistle before reading it aloud. “At the discretion of the owner, all resort amenities and vender produced products are to be provided at no charge to both Ms. Kimberly Ann Possible and Dr. Anne Possible for the duration of their stay.”
He shook his head as shop owner set down the scanner and picked up the display board again. “I'd say someone is grateful for you two coming to the rescue.”
This time it was Kim’s turn to burst her mother's newly forming bubble. “We can't accept. I've never, ever, taken payment for helping anyone out.”
Going into full mother mode, Anne glared at her daughter. “That isn't true and you know it! How many times have you accepted rides from people you helped out? Accepted token gifts and thank you cards?”
Both men stepped back and away from the escalating dispute.
“But Mom! That's entirely different!”
“But Mom, nothing! Those things cost money. Not much, true, but they do. This isn't any different, it's just a matter of scale.” She thought hard about the best way to explain it to her increasingly frustrated daughter. “What you've never done is charge people for your services. You know what I mean, like that Team Impossible did. There is nothing wrong with accepting a gift freely given, especially when you didn’t ask for or expect it.”
Kim stewed for a few moments more, until what her mom was saying sunk completely in. She glanced at the golden rings. She did really want them, and what her mom said did make a kind of sense. Giving in to a different kind of passion than the one she'd been experiencing over the last few days, she smiled brightly enough to light up the entire booth. “Well Mommy, you're right.” Her grin became suddenly mischievous as everyone around her relaxed. “Sooo... How about we let this nice man get out his sharp metal instruments and poke some holes in our titties?”
Anne paled as she realized, she'd won the argument, but the worst was still to come.
Andy let out a whooshing breath. “You know, if I hadn't already known you were mother and daughter, that would have proved it beyond any doubt.”
The tattooist nodded as he held the display board up to Kim’s teenage breasts and began deciding on which size was just right for her. “I must agree. If you hadn't introduced yourselves as such, I would have been willing to swear you were sisters.”
They all laughed as he finished his sizing and selected four of the golden hoops.
“Now, if you will both come this way, we'll get started.”
The area he indicated was just beyond a hanging tapestry. He held it aside as they walked into what seemed like a completely different world. The walls were perfectly white, with none of the hand drawn art which filled the front section of the booth. A pair of chairs that wouldn't look out of place in a barber shop, and a small cabinet, were the only furnishings. Like the walls, everything was pure white.
He waved a hand at the chairs. “Have a seat.” As they settled into the comfortably padded chairs, he began rummaging in the cabinet. “I'm afraid I'll have to apologize in advance, but you won't find any sharp metal instruments here.” He held up a small box with a round, padded, opening on one side. “Everything here is state of the art. No pain, no fuss, no extended healing time.”
He chuckled at the questioning looks on their faces. “Please don't ask me how it works, I've no idea, I just know it does.”
Anne frowned. “And it's not dangerous?”
Kim followed quickly with her own question. “No pain?”
He shook his head as he adjusted a small dial on the side of the box opposite the opening. “No danger, had it used on myself. No pain at all either.”
Kim eyed the man's nipple rings. She hadn't noticed them before, since they blended in pretty well with the dragon tattoo on his chest. “Well, no pain is a good thing, I was only joking about the whole sharp instrument thing.”
He quirked his eyebrows at her. “Oh, well then, I retract my apology. I thought you were expecting, maybe even hoping for it, some people do you know.”
Kim shook her head. She looked at her mother, but the older woman wasn't reacting to the comment, she was studying the box too intently. It made Kim wonder if she was doing it on purpose, to avoid the whole subject. She knew right now wasn't a good time, but later, she'd be sure to find out. As much as her mom enjoyed being spanked, it didn't seem like too far a leap to make. Kim felt her face flush as her already perky, pale pink, nipples hardened at the thought.
The artist stepped up to them. “Why don't we let Kim go first, since she is already ready?” He pointed out her points, as he looked at Anne's not quite as aroused nipples. “I can get you some ice if you'd like?”
Anne smiled and shook her head. She reached up and began fingering her dark pink buds. “I think I can handle it.”
He extended the box and captured the perky tip of one of Kim’s breasts in the opening. “It will feel a little tingly.”
Kim watched her nipple disappear. She felt a light sensation, not unlike the feeling her leg had when it fell asleep. It ended just as quickly. Seconds later he removed the box. She saw a neat pair of holes in the base of her nipple. She was still staring at it in surprise when he quickly, and unceremoniously, did the other one.
She was still marveling at the lack of pain as he did the same procedure on her mom's tits.
He stepped back and smiled. “All done then. Let's go back into the front and finish up, shall we?”
Minutes later, Anne and Kim, followed by Andy, emerged from the booth. Sunlight hit their golden nipple rings and gave off beautiful yellowish reflections. Neither of them could quit staring at each other's breasts.
Kim noticed how her mom's wedding band, also of gold, matched. Then she understood what they'd just done. There was no ceremony involved, yet the matching golden hoops they wore, were just as powerful symbols of their love.
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