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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 38: Kimperfect Storm.

(Buenos Aires, Argentina - April 2nd, 1962)
Josef Mengele was awakened by a sound. He wasn't sure what the sound was, but any noise in the middle of the night was cause for alarm. He got up from the bed he shared with his wife and opened his nightstand drawer. The Walther P38 he pulled out gave him some comfort as he went downstairs to investigate. Thoughts of Eichmann's arrest and trial haunted him as he descended the steps. The hunt by those uppity Jews of Mossad, and their Global Justice cohorts, had come too close for comfort already.
At the bottom of the stairs the man once known as the Angel of Death at Auschwitz paused and listened. Unlike the Wehrmacht Colonel, he and his good friend Dietrich had much more to lose than their lives if they were ever captured. Without them, the future of a world populated by an Über-Aryan race might never be fully realized. The faint sound of a door creaking in the wind, followed by a low moan of pain, made him turn toward the front entrance of the house.
Fear climbed up his throat when he saw Dietrich laying in the entrance hallway. The coppery smell of blood, mixed with the unmistakable vile stench of perforated intestines, almost made him gag as he knelt down beside the bleeding man. Rolling his friend over, he saw a ragged gash in his rotund belly. The eyes of his friend were glazing over as certain death made it's approach.
Blood splattered from Dietrich's lips as he struggled to speak. “T..the boy... I thought it was time to tell him his destiny...” Blood began to pour from his quivering mouth. “Too much of his mother still in him...”
Knowing there was no hope, Josef bit back his fear and pain as he watched his best friend exhale his last breath. His movements were like those of an automaton as he stood and closed the door, shutting out the cool breeze, and prying eyes, of the night. For a long moment he simply stood there, looking down at what once was one of the greatest scientists he'd ever known. If his friend had one true flaw, it was the optimistic belief that everyone would someday share their mutual dream.
Anger washed away his grief. How many times had he told Dietrich to wait? Warned him the boy could be dangerous without proper indoctrination? Panic joined his anger as he turned and ran for the basement steps. That door too, was standing open. Something never allowed. He rushed down the stairs and into the laboratory. There was no mistaking the signs of chaos and destruction that met his eyes.
Years of work assembling and constructing the great machine, rebuilding the source of the dream, were destroyed. He knew the boy was gone. Worse, as he looked over at the empty desk where all their plans and notes should be, but weren't, he knew any chance of starting over was also gone. Resignation consumed him. If the boy was on his way to the authorities, Eichmann's fate would surely be his own. He went to a broken cabinet and pried at the jammed drawer. Inside, thankfully untouched, was a device he hoped he'd never have to use. Setting the timer on the self destruct mechanism to five minutes, he turned and headed back upstairs.
With his still sleepy wife and nephew in tow, Josef strode down the quiet roadway. They were almost two blocks from the house when it went up in a ball of flames. Smiling, in an attempt to quell his family's fear, he patted his wife's pregnant stomach. “Do not worry. All hope is not lost yet.”
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(Stoppable Residence - August 8th, 2008)
Shego pressed a green glowing finger to the traumatized child's forehead. “There's no need for you to see anymore of this right now.”
Silence descended on the death filled house as Hana lost consciousness. Totally alien feelings filled her as she took the little girl in her arms, just as it had been with her brother. She wanted to keep the child safe, protected. Maternal instinct, or whatever it was, was a sensation she never thought to be a part of herself. Yet, as she looked at the now peaceful face of the child, she wondered.
Her reverie was broken as a new sound filled the air. The sound of approaching helicopters.
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(Load Residence)
The helicopters Wade saw on his surveillance screen, heading in the direction of his home, told him things were about to go downhill, fast. He pulled open his bedroom door and yelled in the direction of the kitchen. “MOM! Code Red!”
Sure that his mother knew exactly what to do, he turned back to the people in his bedroom. “We have to get out of here.” The sound of the backdoor slamming, meaning his mother was out and away, and the front door being kicked down, telling him Shego was back, interrupted him.
Shego appeared at the doorway with Hana in her arms. “We got trouble! I tried to lose them, but...”
Wade nodded toward his screen. “We know.” He looked at the child in her arms. “The Stoppables?”
Shego stroked Hana's hair and shook her head. “Didn't make it.”
It took a lot for Wade to fight back tears. He couldn't afford to mourn his friend's parents now. Digging deep inside himself, he came up with a suitable alternative that would allow him to do what needed to be done. Anger. He looked over at Slim. “Can you carry Mego?”
Slim went toward the bed. “Sure enough. What's yer plan?”
Wade dropped into his computer chair and began extracting what little information his search and hacking programs already collected. “No plan yet, we just have to move before those GJ troopers get here.” He glanced over his shoulder at Joss. “There's a duffel bag in the closet, grab it.”
Short seconds later they followed Wade through the door leading to the garage with their respective burdens. He pointed at a dilapidated Ford Econoline van. “Load up.”
Joss tossed the bag into the van, then began helping her father maneuver Mego through the side door. “We gotta get our horses...”
Wade's head swung violently side to side as he climbed into the driver's seat. “Can't risk it. They'd be too easy to spot.”
Slim gave a sigh as he strapped Mego into the middle seat next to Shego. “He's right youngin'.” He reached into his jeans pocket as he climbed into the shotgun seat next to Wade and drew out a small remote. His thumb hit the button which would command his creations to go home. “They'll be jus' fine.”
Shego pressed the girl closer as the sound of the helicopters got louder. “What about your mother Nerdlinger?”
Wade checked to see that everyone was inside, then hit the garage door remote and turned the ignition at the same time. “She's already gone, out the back way. She'll be safe at my aunt Ida's place for now. It's not her they want, it's you guys.”
Stomping the accelerator, Wade steered the rusty vehicle out of the garage, and into the night air. He managed to get almost to the end of the driveway, when his foot hit the brakes.
They all stared as a large black helicopter descended right into their path. It's side access hatch was wide open and the multiple dark muzzles of a large Gatling gun were pointed directly at them.
Shego snorted. “Well, that has to be the shortest escape attempt in history.”
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(Natural Leisure Resort)
Dr. Yarbouti, who once again had done his miraculous appearing act, shook his head. “Nope, not today. This man needs rest.”
Kim looked at Andy, then at the large crowd gathered under the tent. “So what do we do now? We kinda already promised...”
Handel, who stood beside her and her mother, spoke up. “I would be more than happy to volunteer my services...”
Anne shook her head and grinned. “I've got an even better idea. Keep them occupied for a couple minutes, I’ll be right back.”
A bright spotlight flashed on. It illuminated a raised platform in the center of the ring. Large viewing screens descend from the darkness at the top of the tent. On each, thanks to cameras located around the raised dais, the audience saw a larger than life display of the slender red haired girl standing on the platform. Kim gave the cheering audience a smile. “Thank you all for your patience. As you already know, my name is Kim Possible.” She felt herself begin to blush as the audience redoubled their cheering welcome. “Sooo... Who wants to see me get fucked up the ass for the... Very. First. Time!?”
The very air inside the tent shook as the crowd went wild. Kim made herself wait a few seconds before speaking again. “Let me introduce to you the lucky person who will be taking my butt cherry...” A figure stepped from the darkness onto the platform. “My own mother, Dr. Anne Possible!”
Anne fondled the lifelike flesh colored strap-on she wore, before bowing to the audience. She felt the enthusiasm of hundreds of people washing over her as she watched her daughter drop to her knees and take the plastic phallus in her mouth.
Kim sucked the head of the fake cock with enthusiasm. Her tongue twirled around the bulbous tip, slathering it in spit. It wasn't anywhere near as big as the only other cock she'd had in her mouth, for which she was thankful, but she wanted it well lubed anyway. Spotting a camera pointing directly at her sucking mouth, she gave it a saucy wink. The crowd responded once again. She felt her body becoming even more aroused than it had been all day, something she hadn't believed could happen. Just knowing so many people were watching her, brought a wetness she could already feel dripping down her inner thighs.
Anne placed her hands on Kim’s shoulders, then slowly ran her fingers down her daughter's spine. When she reached the sexy bubble butt she was about to invade, she began to knead and pull apart the girl's fleshy lower cheeks. The thrill of revealing her daughter's most private and intimate place to so many total strangers made her flesh burn with heated arousal. She pulled one of her hands off Kim’s butt and brought it up to her face. With a teasing slowness, she inserted her index finger between her lips.
She sucked and licked it in almost perfect imitation of her daughter's oral ministrations. Once her whole finger was coated in saliva, she reached back down. She slid the wet finger down Kim’s crack and probed at her lover's puckered pink rear entrance. The cheering subsided to an excited murmur as she tickled her daughter's hole with the tip of her finger. With a small amount of gentle pressure, she slid the end of her finger into the tightly closed orifice.
Kim gasped loudly around the plastic shaft as she felt herself penetrated. She pulled her lips off the dildo, and shouted out her desire. “Yes Mommy! Poke me! Finger my hot young asshole! Open me up for your big, hard, cock!”
Anne laughed aloud as she gave in to her lustful desires, and her daughter's plea. She wiggled her finger once, then drove it inside her daughter's ass to the very hilt. The crowd went wild, and she was pretty sure, as she fucked her daughter soundly with her finger, that she could hear Dr. Yarbouti calling out that there was another fainter in the stands.
Not knowing what her mother intended, Kim was shocked at the swift, and unyielding, intrusion. She tried to relax into it as she took the fake dick back into her mouth. More lube was definitely going to be a good thing.
Neither woman knew where in the stands it started, but soon a rhythmic chanting was filling the tent.
“BUTT FUCK! BUTT FUCK!”
Anne extracted her finger and raised herself. Her eyes went down and met her daughter's. She saw in them the same desire to fulfill their fan's wishes.
Kim let the spit soaked tube drop from her lips and began to turn around on her hands and knees. Through the glare of the spotlight, she could barely make out the chanting people surrounding her. For some reason it reminded her of high school and all the times she performed cheerleading routines before her classmates and their parents. Not knowing what made her do it, or why, she yelled out to them.
“What do you want!?”
She felt her mom's hands grasping her butt as the reply made the sides of the tent shake.
“BUTT FUCKING!”
“When do you want it!?”
“RIGHT NOW!!”
Kim wiggled her ass as she felt her mother spreading her open for her highly anticipated first rear entry.
“On the count of three..!”
The tent went silent for a split second. Then it started.
“THREE!!”
Kim spread her knees, bracing herself.
“TWO!!”
Her hands clenched the edge of the platform.
“ONE!!!”
Anne could sense Kim's need. Feel the desire emanating from her body. No doubt existed. This was what her Kimmie-Twat wanted. She grasped the shaft extending from between her legs by the base, aimed, and plunged it as hard and fast as she could into her daughter's virgin ass.
Kim let out a guttural scream. Pain and pleasure bombarded her synapses. The intensity of it almost overwhelmed her as she felt her body respond with a ground shaking orgasm. Her ears were assaulted by the roar of the crowd. Her knees threatened to buckle beneath her. Over all of it, she knew this was right. This was wonderful!
She panted for breath as she felt the shaft beginning to withdraw. She knew what was coming and wanted it so bad it almost hurt.
Her voice raised above the noise of the delighted hedonistic throng.
“Fuck me Mommy! Fuck me... Fuck me... FUCK ME!”
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(Load Residence)
Two more helicopters lowered out of the increasingly dark sky, hovering on either side of the boxy vehicle. Like the first, menacing Gats protruded from open hatches. The van was now completely penned in.
Shego watched the guns begin to spin up to firing speed. With a certainty that she was the only one who stood a chance of taking them out before they were all riddled with bullets, she slid the child onto the seat beside her and lit her right hand while reached for the handle of the sliding side door with her left. The calm, cool, chuckle of the teenager in the driver's seat was completely unexpected.
Wade turned to look back at Shego. “This is your captain speaking. Please extinguish all smoking materials and fasten your seat belts. This is gonna be one hell of a bumpy ride!”
For a single, minute, moment Shego thought the boy had completely lost it. Then she remembered just who and what this plump teenager was. She let the green flames die as she reached for her seat belt. Even the stuttering roar of the Gatling guns spewing lead death at them couldn't shake the confidence growing inside her. This was the boy who designed and built each and every one of Kim Possible's unique gadgets. The boy whose genius put every mad scientist she knew to shame.
Apparently she was the last to figure this out, as she was also the last to finish buckling in. She began laughing as thousands of rounds of lethal ammunition bounced harmlessly off the vehicle's sides. Joss and Slim joined in as Wade stabbed a seemingly commonplace button on the dashboard with his finger. The entire center panel flipped around, displaying a conglomeration of switches and readouts.
As one of those switches was thrown, bright blue flames emerged from the van's undercarriage. The force of three gravities of acceleration slammed them into their seats. The hail of bullets continued, but their target was already high in the air and climbing. Shego strained her neck to peer out the window. She saw two of the copters go up in flames as they couldn't stop firing fast enough to keep from shooting each other. An exuberant exclamation came from the bench seat behind her.
“Yeee-Haw! That there's two down an one ter go!”
Shego looked back and saw Joss jumping up and down in the seat with excitement. The adrenaline rushing through her body made it difficult for Shego to keep from echoing the teenage girl's sentiments. She felt the van swoop into level flight, but barely noticed. Something else was rushing through her body. A feeling brought on by the sight of the, obviously bra-less, young woman's jiggling. Her head spun back to the front as she tried to concentrate on something, anything, else. She took deep breaths as she watched shadowy clouds speed by, desperately fighting her body's unwelcome reaction.
Slim caught a movement in the side view mirror. It was the third copter, miraculously undamaged by the twin explosions below, rising to pursue them. Side panels were opening from it's black fuselage. He turned his head to look at Wade. “Is this here flyin' contraption jus' bullet proof, or does it got one a them there anti-missile systems too?”
Wade sent his eyes to the rear view mirror. He could see the heads of four air to air missiles extending, two to a side, from the helicopter. When he replied, his voice was no longer calm or confident. “I was planning to install one next week.”
Shego's burgeoning arousal went out like a light when she realized the danger they were in. She unbuckled her seat belt and began climbing over the seats to the rear of the van. “You don't need one.” She flung open one of the rear doors, letting the rushing wind buffet it's way inside the vehicle. “You got me.”
Bright green flickering light filled the rear view mirror as Wade yanked at the steering wheel, trying to fight the change in the van's aerodynamics caused by the open door. He calculated the chances of Shego being able to stop all four missiles. His foot stamped down on the accelerator. The more speed and distance he could attain would help to improve the very bad odds his brain supplied him with.
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(Just outside of reality)
Cathraxon felt his plunge through the void separating his own universe from the human realm slow. No longer could he feel the pull of the summoning. The emotion fueling the magic was cut off abruptly. Like most of his kind, he knew little of the the mechanics of inter-dimensional travel. What he did know, he was quite certain of. A portal between worlds could only be opened from the human realm. If it closed with him still in the void, he would be lost forever. His wings began to beat against the aether, propelling him along the rapidly narrowing path between worlds.
He wasn't one of the great mages, whose bodies coursed with magical essence, his own bloodline was that of warriors. Still, he did have enough everyday magic in him to attempt a desperate gamble. His mind focused on the memory of his last visit to the human world. If he could fix the memory of that place, where he entered the human world before, in his thoughts, he might be able to anchor the portal open.
Success was his. He felt the narrowing stop, even as he saw the the bright pinpoint of light that was the portal ahead. His wings beat faster, propelling him along the short distance remaining. With a roar of triumph, he emerged from the darkness. He landed on a narrow precipice of rock, high upon a mountainside. He turned and saw, just beyond the now stable portal, the very cavern where he'd been tricked into an act of great shame.
His head lifted into the wind. Breathing deeply of the warm summer air, he searched for his summoner. It didn't take him long to find the scent. Compared to his own realm, the human dimension was a small world, after all. The blood he smelled was undoubtedly of his own line. He thought immediately of the one who summoned him previously. Whose goal of having him sire a weapon in the form of a human obviously succeeded. The one who called himself Sensei.
Unfurling his wings, Cathraxon prepared for the long flight ahead. He would go to meet his offspring. Find out why his child would summon him in such an unorthodox manner. First though, he would make a small detour. The one called Sensei could not banish him this time. He had promised to have his vengeance on the human. Cathraxon believed in keeping his promises.
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