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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 Six - The Haunting Past.
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 46: Mother and Daughter.

(Middleton, Colorado - January 1st, 1985)
The blonde girl peered through the lens of the telescope. She adjusted the focus until it showed a clear image of the bedroom window of the house next door. In the past six years, since she rented this place to spy on the residents, she had never once seen anything through those closed drapes. The Possible's took their privacy seriously. They had no idea, however, how seriously she took her surveillance.
She lifted her head from the eyepiece and turned up the volume on the receiver of the audio bug she'd planted in their house over five years ago. Through her headphones, she heard the not uncommon sound of sex. Most often, it was the sound of the woman and her lesbian lover. Other times, it was her and one or both of her sons. Sometimes all of them at once. Tonight, it was one of the sons and the lesbian lover sharing the woman's bed. Turning up the volume a bit more, she hoped to hear something in their post celebratory conversation that would help forward the plan.
For the last six years, ever since she learned who Nanette Maiden was, and who she was having sex with, she'd been waiting for the right opportunity. If it wasn't for the fact she was very patient, she'd have been discouraged by all the times her clandestine efforts failed, so far. She couldn't count the number of times she snuck into the house when nobody was home. How many times she swapped out the woman's birth control pills for identical sugar placebos. How many times she painstakingly pierced the condoms that were kept in a drawer of the nightstand next to the bed. Apparently luck favored the Possibles, as not once in the last six years, had either of the boys managed to knock their mother up.
Hearing a muffled scream of delight, she didn't have to see what was happening to know what was taking place behind those closed curtains. In her mind's eye, she conjured up the image of Nancy Possible, face buried between the legs of her lover, Sylvia, while her son gave her a vigorous fucking from behind. Years of listening to their sexual antics, made their preferences well known to her. The only thing she wasn't sure of, was whether James was fucking her ass or cunt. Both boys had a thing for their mother's asshole, yet another roadblock to them getting her pregnant.
The plan hinged on that very thing. Interbreeding the woman and her offspring.
A grunt of male release sounded in her ears. Once more, James was spending his, so very precious, seed. She heard Sylvia speak over the sound of his panting.
“Do it Jimmy! Fill your mom's ass with spunk! Now that's the way to ring in the new year! Ahhh!”
Wet, squishing, sounds filled the blonde's ears. Then she heard Nancy speak.
“And a mouthful of your cunt juice to top it off! I'm really going to miss this while I'm gone!”
“I wish you didn't have to go Mom. Can't you send somebody else?”
“Not this time Baby. I may be the boss, but covert undercover missions like this one need an experienced touch. It'll only be a couple months, then we can celebrate when I get back.”
“Looking forward to that, Mom. But I was hoping you'd go with me to the upcoming Science Department mixer, like you did last year. It was so hot the last time, dancing and making out with you in front of all my friends, and none of them knowing you were my mom!”
The blonde listened close. This might be an opportunity in the making.
“You two were hot to trot when you got back, if I remember correctly. Now Jimmy? Didn't you say last week, that Lipsky boy was setting you and your friends up with dates?”
“Yeah. But who knows who he'll come up with.”
“True. He is an odd one. Maybe you should just hire a hooker, like when you gave me that surprise birthday present.”
“Worse comes to worst, I might do that... Hey Aunt Sylvia, hand me that champagne bottle, I just had an idea...”
Tuning out the recommencing kinky sex, the blonde thought over the conversation. She also had an idea. Since there was so slender a chance of getting mother and son to breed, she considered the opportunity presenting itself. There were other ways of mingling the genetics and producing offspring. Other genetic lines she'd been following.
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(Middleton, Colorado - January 2nd, 1985)
The dorm room was silent as she picked up the phone directory and slid it into her backpack. In it's place, she sat down an almost identical book. The man at the print shop had been curious about her request, but had made the alterations without hesitation. Money talked when it came right down to it. She grinned as she thumbed through the pages, and confirmed there was only one advertisement in the section for escort agencies, the largest one, that had a working phone number.
An hour later, as she drove out of Middleton, in the direction of Lowerton, she smiled. It was time to put the next phase into action.
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(Lowerton, Colorado - January 10th, 1985)
Trying to look abashed by the dressing down she just received by her employer, the girl who called herself Cherry, left the office. She saw the matronly assistant, Maureen, sitting at her desk, talking on the phone.
“Yes Mr. Possible. Let me just check to see who we have available.”
Cherry tapped the woman on the shoulder. The opportunity she was waiting for had arrived. “Is that a customer?”
Maureen nodded.
“I see. Well, I'm off to Paisleys. Oh! By the way, Lola took off, said she wasn't feeling well and Candy went with Denise. She said something about the customer wanting a two-for-one deal.”
Maureen looked at the phone in her hand. “Damn! I guess this guy's out of luck then.”
“What about Jessica? Doesn’t she sometimes take clients?”
The older woman shrugged. “Sometimes. I guess I should at least ask.” She stood up from her desk. “Now you hurry along. You don't want to keep Paisley waiting!”
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(Middleton, Colorado)
The blonde, shorn of her Cherry persona, crouched in the late night darkness outside the dorm room window, watching James Possible and Jessica Bell fucking like lust driven animals. The sight of the unopened condom, on the floor beside the bed, pleased her to no end.
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(Nairobi, Kenya - August 8th, 2008)
Ron felt the urge to duck as he climbed out of the helicopter. He followed Yori and Kyoko, with a crouch, until they were out from under the spinning blades. When he straightened up, he saw the familiar sight of the Nakasumi Toys private jet near the terminal. Ground workers were busy refueling the plane as they crossed the tarmac toward the mobile steps leading up to it's forward hatch.
At the top of the metal steps waited a uniformed pilot and kimono clad flight attendant. Both of the flight crew bowed respectfully as the three of them climbed the steps and entered the plane. Ron looked around the familiar cabin, remembering the time Nakasumi gave him and Kim a ride home in it, as repayment for their rescue from Shego. He heard, but didn't understand, the short conversation in Japanese Kyoko had with the pilot before the man bowed again and entered the cockpit.
He was about to take one of the seats when the flight attendant bowed and spoke. “Please follow me? Changes of clothing have been prepared for each of you.”
Ron looked down at himself, then at Yori and Kyoko. He realized all three of them were in pretty bad shape after their time spent in the African jungle. “Now that's a bon-diggity idea!”
The attendant led them to the back of the cabin, through a door emblazoned with the smiling yellow face of the Nakasumi Toys mascot, and into the area Nakasumi used as an office. She asked Ron to wait as Yori and Kyoko passed further back, through another door. Settling into the large, comfortable, office chair, Ron relaxed for the first time in days while he waited for them to change. His eyes landed on the toy display in one corner. It brought a smile, and memories of a more innocent time, to him. He settled in to wait his turn as the flight attendant bowed and made her exit.
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The rearmost cabin of the plane was a bedroom. As Yori closed the door leading back into the office cabin, she saw that, as promised, clothing was laid out on the large bed in the center of the room. She noted that on one side of the cabin was a closet, and on the other, an open door led to a small bathroom. She didn't know why, but for some reason she was getting an uneasy feeling from the sleeping chamber shared by her mother and step father.
Kyoko began stripping off her black ninja tunic. “Would you like to use the shower first, Daughter?”
Watching her mother undress, Yori couldn't shake the the odd feeling she was having. “You go ahead, Mother.”
The feeling of unease became more palpable after Kyoko entered the bathroom and shut the door. Yori moved to the closet and peered inside as she heard the sound of the shower being turned on. There was nothing there. Once more she surveyed the room, but there was nothing to be seen. Her training wouldn't let her relax though. The feeling, that she wasn't alone, persisted. Stepping to the outer door, she locked it.
“I know not who you are, but I know you are there. Show yourself.”
In one corner, between the head of bed and the bathroom door, the barest hint of a shadow moved. Yori stared at the hidden figure with both fear and awe. She, trained so thoroughly in the art of the ninja, would never have been able to hide so well in that lightest swath of shadow. The person emerging into the light took shape and color.
It looked like a young woman of Japanese ancestry. Yori would have thought her human if not for the claws, giant bat wings, metal tipped tail, and glowing red eyes. She, it, whatever, was dressed in some kind of armor. Black boots, made of some kind of scaly leather, encased her legs up to the knee. Red runic symbols marched up the sides and ringed the top edge of them. Above that was an extremely short skirt made of black metal links. It too, had red symbols adorning the waist band that sat just below her navel. More symbols lined the edges of the thin, also black, form fitting metal breastplate adorning her upper body. It was strapped on from behind by more leather at the small of her back and around her neck, leaving the rest of her back exposed, obviously to accommodate the wings that sprouted from it.
The form was different, but she knew the signs. One word screamed through Yori's mind as she assumed a defensive posture. “Demon!”
Chilling fear gripped Yori as she remembered her last encounter with one of it's kind. The creature that raped her, at Sensei's bidding, in that cold, dark, cave almost five years ago.
The creature took a single step forward, then stopped. Instead of attacking, as Yori was sure it would, it bowed gracefully to her. With it's unearthly eyes lowered, it spoke. “I bring to you a message from my sire. Cathraxon of the Demon realm would humbly beg your forgiveness for the wrong he did unto you. He would plead that you understand, he was as much a victim of the human known as Sensei as you were. What is past cannot be undone, but, if you so wish it, he offers his life in recompense.”
Yori was shocked to learn the name of the demon that violated her. Beyond that, she was confused by this creature's message. She could almost feel the aura of honor, mixed with a deep sadness, emanating from the one who prostrated herself before her. “Why did not this Cathraxon present himself to me? Why did it not beg it's own forgiveness in the flesh?”
“He is trapped in the Demon realm. If you wish, I will give you the spell that will summon him to this realm, so that he may present his case in person.”
“How do I know this isn't a trap? Sensei betrayed me once using one of your kind. How do I know this is not another of his dishonorable deeds?”
The demon's red eyes rose to meet Yori's. “If you will permit me? I shall give you proof that I speak truth.”
Yori took a hesitant step back. “Very well. Present your proof.”
The demon's tail waved as she stood upright and turned back to the place she had hidden. She extracted an odd looking bag from it's hiding place near the bed. From the bag, she extracted a blood covered object and held it up for Yori to see clearly.
A surprised gasp escaped Yori's lips. Though it was partially crushed, she could easily make out the features of the face upon the severed head. It was Sensei.
The demon girl smiled for the first time since she appeared. “My sire bid me to offer you the head of your enemy. Proof that he has lived up to his promise to avenge himself on the one who deceived you both.”
As evidence of sincerity, Yori thought, this was pretty damn good. She couldn't help but to return the demon's smile as she looked into the dead eyes of the one who betrayed her so grievously. Maybe it was true, that this Cathraxon had also been deceived. She knew what honor demanded of her. “I accept this token. As you said, past is past. It cannot be undone. I shall not seek revenge on the demon Cathraxon.”
The demonic girl handed the decapitated head to the ninja. “I am greatly relieved. For I have already lost my adoptive parents. I should not want to loose my real father also. Especially at the hands of my mother.”
Shock made Yori's hands lose their grip. The head of Sensei dropped to the floor and rolled until it hit the wall. Recognition bloomed in her mind. “H...Hana!?”
Hana grinned. She rushed forward and hugged her mother tightly. “It is I, Momma!” Blood red tears of joy began to streak down her face. “I have longed for so many years to be together with you!”
Yori felt both joy and confusion rise within her as she held her daughter to her breast. “How can this be?”
“I too, would like to hear this explanation.”
Both mother and daughter looked toward the sound of the voice. They saw Kyoko standing in the bathroom doorway, naked and dripping wet, with a katana held in her hands.
Hana smiled as the sword was lowered. “Greetings mother of my mother. It is my great honor to meet you.” She stepped out of Yori's embrace and bowed deeply. “I will tell you both how all this came to pass.” Her glowing red eyes flicked toward the door to the next section of the plane. “But first, I must deliver some sad news to the one who is as a brother to me.”
At that moment, there came a desperate knocking on the door. A muffled voice called out. “Hey! You guys done in there yet? I really want to get out of these clothes sometime today. I'm getting pretty ripe here!”
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(Over Area 51, Nevada)
Wade closed his cell phone, dropped it on the console between the two front seats, the grasped the wheel of the flying van with both hands. The swoop of their landing approach became a lift back into the air. “Change of plans. That was Nana Possible. We're going to rendezvous with her at the Natural Leisure Resort on Whanapokii Island.”
Shego, still pissed about having the young girl disappear from her very arms, looked at him with a shocked gasp. “You have got to be kidding!”
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(Natural Leisure Resort)
Nana pushed the button on her phone that ended the call. “It's done.”
Big Daddy nodded. “Then we are in agreement?”
“Yes. They all need to know.” She looked at the list of names laying between them on his desk. “It would be better, as you suggested, to lay everything out to them all at once.”
The large man rose from his seat. “All we have to do now is wait for Gemini to make contact. With the information you gave him, and his obvious talents, he should have his sister rescued quite soon.”
Nana sighed. She was still having trouble putting all the pieces together. It was like a puzzle, with pieces missing and other pieces fitting together in ways she never would have dreamed possible. The villain Gemini, unknown to her until today, was her grandson. Making Betty her granddaughter. Even more surprising, was finding out Anne wasn't just her daughter in law, but also her granddaughter. Making her, her own husband's niece. Still, even more confusing and odd, was that Kimberly was not only her granddaughter, but also her great granddaughter!
The connections and intersecting combinations within her family went well beyond the realm of coincidence. James and Jessica? Their daughter, Shego. It made her wonder how Kimberly would react when she found out her nemesis was actually her half sister? There were going to be a number of shocks coming once the whole family gathered. At least now she knew the reason all the names were on the list. There was no denying it anymore. They were all related, and all of them her offspring. It all went back to her time at Camp Nowhere. To the experiments Dietrich Hall performed on her.
She shook her head to clear it. There was no sense letting her past, and the results of it, consume her. “So now we wait. I don't think we should contact Kim and Anne until the rest get here. Let them have this last bit of their old life, before we bring it down around their ears.”
Brotherson stepped toward the door. “I agree. Speaking of which, since we've nothing to do now but wait, I've been informed there is a special event happening soon. Perhaps you would like to attend it with me? I think you will find it both entertaining and enlightening.”
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