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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 47: Selective Breeding.

(New York City, New York - October 12th, 1987)
The two identical blonde haired, blue eyed, women sat side by side on the sofa in the small apartment, sipping tea.
Stheno sat her cup down on the coffee table. “I hear congratulations are in order, Junior Ambassador.”
Her sister shrugged. “It is but a step. One of many before I hold the position we need.” She sat her empty cup down beside the other. “I know you didn't come all the way from Texas just to discuss my appointment. What is this idea our sister mentioned?”
“As you know, my work with the Adolf Hall has stalled. His mental instabilities have increased to the point, where he has proven beyond doubt to be useless as breeding material. Therefore, I'm dropping that line and am going to start working with the more viable descendants. Starting tomorrow, I’ll be taking over the Director and Go bloodlines, leaving the Possibles to our sister.”
Euryale nodded as she thought about the mental instabilities Stheno mentioned. Megalomania, paranoia, a deep set insecurity complex, all wrapped up in the need to become the only single living carrier of Dietrich Hall's enhanced bloodline. The three of them already agreed that, other than keeping him from fulfilling his agenda of killing all other members of his blood, they would remove him from consideration as breeding stock. His was a taint they didn't want in their plan for the future. A taint that had already destroyed his twin sister.
According to their informant, Amy Hall was now nothing more than a mindless husk, wasting away in a lobotomized stupor in the asylum where she spent almost half of her life. What her brother did to her, ruined her for their purposes. All that was already known and decided, just as it had been decided, she would take over keeping tabs on Adolf, freeing Stheno for more important work. There had to be more to her sister's visit than rehashing what they already knew.
“It's good that you can take some of the pressure off our younger sister. The Possibles alone are becoming quite a handful, especially now, with what we hope is another offshoot of the line. We'll know for sure when she returns from Japan and gives us the details. Now, tell me, what is this idea you came up with?”
Stheno smiled at her sibling. “Other than the Halls, our plan is moving forward at a better than expected pace. My idea is to supplement our main agenda with greater diversity.”
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(Long Beach, California - January 12th, 1989)
The hospital's employee changing room was deserted at this time of night. Stheno moved from locker to locker, searching for something appropriate to wear. At the sixth locker she tried, she found a uniform that would fit her, allowing her to blend in, while she confirmed the disturbing news that reached her half the country away. As she changed, she thought about the prosaic family scene she'd been witness to only hours before.
Unlike California, it had been bitterly cold in Go City. There hadn't been any snow on the ground, and she wasn't sure exactly how, but the three Go children had managed to convince their father to help them build a treehouse in the middle of winter. She watched from her hiding place as all four of them, bundled up against the cold, worked industriously in the back yard, while Jessica, pregnant with her second set of twins, watched from inside the house.
Keeping tabs on the Go family was a welcome rest bit from dealing with the more infuriating Directors. Even though she needed to keep close surveillance on the Directors, on vigilant lookout for a way to further the plan, she tried to get to Go City as often as she could. This last trip had been cut short, and she was back in California, with a gut full of worry. If what she heard was true, she'd almost lost one of the precious Director children as a source of genetic material.
Zipping up the red and white striped uniform, she headed out to find out how bad things really were. Striding down one of the hospital corridors, she searched for the room containing Sheldon Director. When she found it, she also found a night shift nurse, changing one of his bandages. The teenage boy was unconscious, and judging by the extent of his injuries, most likely heavily drugged.
She stepped into the room, careful not to disturb the nurse's work. “Oh goodness!” She played up stereotype her uniform called for. Luckily, she also had the blonde hair in which to help her pull it off. “What happened to this poor boy?”
The nurse shook her head as she finished applying a clean dressing to the stump of the boy's missing arm. “According to the paramedics that brought him in, he was hit by a car.” She pointed at the bandage covering part of his face. “But, from the looks of some of his injuries, it looks like he was in a fight too.” She looked up at the inquisitive candy striper. “I guess the driver of the car was injured too, the police are interviewing him over in J wing, trying to find out what actually happened.”
After promising the nurse, she'd return to give the boy a sponge bath, Stheno took her leave. Having seen the injuries for herself, she was certain there was much more to what happened to Sheldon than just a fight. Someone had obviously tried very hard to kill him. That pissed her off. She headed for J wing at a furious pace.
Standing outside the door of a treatment room, she listened as a man spoke. “Look officer, it's like I already told you. I was driving along, minding my own business, when this kid stumbles out onto the road in front of me. He was pretty messed up, already. I just plain didn't have the time to avoid him.”
“And how did you sustain your injuries, Sir?”
“I hit my face on the steering wheel. Scraped my knuckles trying to get the door opened after I wrecked. Like I said. Now, if you don't mind, I need to get some rest.”
“Very well. I’ll come back later and we can discuss this when you are feeling better.”
Stheno hid in an adjoining room before the cop made his exit. Once she was sure he was gone, she went over to the driver's room. As soon as she entered, she turned, closed and locked the door.
The man, whose face had the obvious marks of fists, not steering wheel, looked at her, puzzled by her actions. “What the hell do you want?”
Stheno smiled as she crossed the room, and pulled the blinds closed over the window. She turned and looked at the man. “I want answers. I want to know exactly what happened tonight. And, unlike the police, I'm not going to be satisfied with anything less than the truth.”
The man purpled as he reached for the call buzzer beside his bed. “Fuck you bitch!”
She reached out and grabbed a, fortunately unused, metal bedpan from a side table. Her other hand shoved a portion of the man's pillow into his gaping mouth. With all her genetically enhanced strength, she swung the bedpan down, onto his hand. Both hand and buzzer broke from the impact. His screams were muffled by the thick padding of the pillow. She waited for his vocalizations to subside for a minute, then leaned in close and whispered in his ear.
“Now that we have established who is in charge here, I'm going to take this pillow out of your mouth, and you are going to start talking.” She hefted the bedpan above her head menacingly. “Are we clear?”
As soon as the gag was removed, the man started talking. “I'll tell you! Just don't hurt me again! It's like this. I was in the park, down by the ocean side. I had to take a piss, so I went into the public restroom. So there I am, taking a leak, when this kid comes in. Next thing I know the little faggot is propositioning me! Now me, I ain't no fucking queer, so I let him have it. Got him a few good shots right in his face. Told him straight to his fucking face what I thought of his kind too. Well, he went down and that’s when I figured he learned his lesson and I got the fuck out of there.”
Stheno kept her face calm as she listened. “Go on. What about the rest of it?”
“I was almost back to my car, when outta nowhere, the fucker jumps me. Punching and kicking me like some freak. I got away from him and got into my car. That's when I hit him with the car, it was accidental, you know? I was just trying to get away.”
The blonde woman shook her head. She knew he was lying about the car. There wasn't any sense pursuing it though. She had all the information she needed and it wouldn't be long until someone came to look in on the man.
She sat the bedpan down and smiled. “I see. Now, there isn't any way you could know this, but you almost cost me a very important subject. I'm afraid I tend to get a little vindictive about things like that.” She reinserted the pillow in the struggling man's mouth and used her free hand to make a fist. The fist drove over and over into his exposed throat, punctuating her words. “Very... Very... Very... Vindictive!”
A few minutes later, she was back in Sheldon's room, giving him a sponge bath, while she ignored the distant sounds of the man's dead body being discovered. She spoke softly to him, even though he couldn't hear her in his unconscious state, as she carefully cleaned around his bandages. “I do really wish you'd be more careful. It's bad enough you're constantly fighting with your sister, but this is the kind of mess you really should try to avoid.”
She continued washing him as she thought about the whole predicament. She'd known, for almost as long as the boy himself did, about his sexual orientation. It was just one of the things that made the Director line so infuriating. Thankfully, he'd survive this incident. He would be crippled for life, but as long as he was able to pass on his genetic material, that didn't matter. Getting him to donate that material was another story.
Being gay, there was little chance of him wanting to do anything with a woman. As such, there wasn't much sense in her trying to influence him to make the attempt. And certainly no chance of an incestuous liaison, of the kind her sister was fostering so well amongst the Possibles. She worked her way down Sheldon's body, being extra careful around his bruised ribs, as she thought about the two men who were literal fonts of genetic material for the plan, James and Simon.
Simon, thanks to a very elaborate plan by her sister, had managed to impregnate, of all things, a ninja girl on his trip to Japan. She, in turn, had given birth to a healthy set of twins. There were some complications concerning the ninja code of honor, but she was sure it was nothing that couldn't be overcome once the time was right.
James was even more prolific in giving his seed to the cause. Not that he had any clue he was doing so. Not only had he sired a beautiful little girl with Jessica, he'd more recently, thanks again to her sister's manipulations, married her sister, Anne. Even now, the woman was pregnant with the offspring of her uncle. Stheno smiled as she worked her hands lower down Sheldon's body. She washed his stomach, as she contemplated her own flat tummy.
Only a couple months ago, it hadn't been so flat. As part of her side plan of diversifying the bloodlines, she'd recently given birth to her own set of twins. Twins fathered, quite unknowingly, by James Possible. She had her sister's quick thinking in recovering a well used condom from the Possible home to thank for that. Though her children were the first crossing of the Maiden line and her own, they still fell short of the ultimate goal of the plan. That was the whole idea though. Later, once the penultimate stage of the plan was reached, they would be reintegrated, thus assuring the diversity she intended to bring to the party.
Stheno realized with a start, she'd been daydreaming. She saw that her hands had worked themselves even lower on Sheldon's teenage body. They had also managed to revive a portion of him from an unconscious state. She fondled his partially rigid member, while an idea sprang to life in her head.
The boy might not like girls, but that didn't mean he wasn't capable. She listened to the continuing commotion coming from J wing for a moment. With the death of Sheldon's assailant occupying the hospital staff, she had an opportunity to act that might not come again, at least not without an elaborate plan behind it. She lowered her mouth to the semi-hard teenage cock and began sucking him. While working his cock to full hardness with her lips and tongue, she reached under her uniform and unceremoniously pulled her panties down her legs.
Quite soon, the boy's shaft was as upright as a flagpole. Without hesitation, she climbed up onto the bed and straddled his maimed body. She was wet and ready, just from anticipation. Slowly, she eased herself down onto his turgid cock. Felt it open her as it slid inside her wanting warmth. As soon as he was fully ensconced inside her, she began bucking her hips. She rode him slowly, enjoying not only the sensations his cock gave her, but also the imagined fruits of her labor.
As was all too typical of a teenage boy, even one who was drugged unconscious, she soon felt his shaft twitch, felt his sperm gush inside her. She pushed down on him, trying to get the head of his cock as close to the entrance of her womb as she could. Her inner muscles milked him as he continued to inject her with his seed.
A short time later, after cleaning up any trace of her visit, Stheno left the hospital with only one thought on her mind. Digging her maternity clothes back out of storage.
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(Nairobi, Kenya - August 8th, 2008)
The door to the bedroom cabin opened. Ron found himself face to face with Kyoko. She wore a long purple dress with yellow accents and buttons. He recognized it as the same one she'd worn the first time they met, back when Dr. Drakken stole Nakasumi's automated toy factory.
She stepped out of the dark room with a smile. “We have finished. I must go and consult with the pilot about our flight plan now.”
His eyes followed her as she brushed past him, crossed the room and exited the other door. When he turned back to the bedroom, Yori was standing in front of him. She too, was in a familiar outfit. The blue schoolgirl sailor suit she wore to blend in when she was trying to pretend she wasn't a ninja.
She gave him an odd looking smile. “Before you change, Ron-San, there is someone here who wishes to speak with you.” She motioned to the dark room behind her. “Come this way.”
He stepped into the room. At first he didn't see anyone. Then he heard the click of a switch as Yori turned on the lights.
Ron Stoppable had a gift. The ability to think completely inside the box. Except for those times he thought so far outside the box, he couldn't even find it. Along with his uncanny ability to understand anyone or anything that tried to communicate with him, and what he called dumb luck, it made up what he thought of as his essential Ron-ness. Seeing the demi-demon standing there next to the bed didn't phase him in the slightest, his mind not letting him see the obvious differences from the norm right away. Instead, he simply saw the person.
His face lit up with recognition. “Hey Hana! Wow! They say kids grow up fast these days, but isn't this taking it to extremes?” Then the rest of it clicked in his mind. “Umm... Hana? What are you wearing and why do you have glowing eyes and big bat wings and a tail?”
Hana stepped close to him. “Brother. I will explain, but first there is something I must tell you. You might want to have a seat.”
Questions began to float through his mind as Yori led him to the bed and sat him down. The unreality of the whole situation was starting to sink in. He looked up at his, not so little anymore, little sister. “I'm guessing this isn't going to be good news?”
In the main cabin of the plane, Kyoko activated the communication device she lifted from Ron’s pocket only moments before. The small screen of the Ronmunuicator brightened and showed the puzzled face of Wade Load. She quickly and concisely explained who she was and assured the teenager that Ron was safe, but indisposed, before getting to the point of her call. “I seek the one called Shego. It has been made known to me by Hana that she has information about those who murdered Ron’s parents.”
The image blurred and jittered. When it stabilized, she was looking at the green face of a woman. “Hana!? She's there? She's safe?”
Kyoko nodded. “She is... well. As we speak, she is telling her brother what happened, as much as she knows of it, that is. That is why I am contacting you. It is our desire to find those behind this grievous crime and exact our revenge.”
For a moment she saw relief in the woman's features, then the image blurred again. It stabilized to show Wade's face. “We're on our way to find that out ourselves. Do you have transportation?”
“Yes. I have my husband's jet. Where should we go?”
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(Over the Pacific coastline)
Joss listened as Wade gave directions to the mysterious woman. For the first time since Hana disappeared, tensions were fading in the flying van. Shego was actually smiling. Looking in the other direction, Joss saw her father's face. The look on it gave her pause. “Pa? What is it?”
Slim shook his head. “That voice... No... It can't be...”
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(Nairobi, Kenya)
Kyoko gave the coordinates to the pilot, then headed back to the rear cabin. When she entered the bedroom, she was greeted with a disturbing, but not unexpected sight. The young hero was huddled on the bed, in a fetal position. Tears streamed out of his eyes as he rocked his body and repeated the same word over and over in a grief hoarsened voice.
“No... No... No... No... No...”
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