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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 One - The Project

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 05: Downfall.

(Mona's 440 Club - San Francisco, California - February 3rd, 1944)

Nanette could feel the girl's innocence practically radiating from her nervous body as they swayed together on the dance floor. She didn't believe for one minute the girl's story of being twenty-one and well experienced. More likely she was just eighteen and this was her first foray into the realm of lady love. It reminded her of her first time in college.
She too, was nervous when her favorite instructor took her to bed and proved she was meant to take pleasure in the company of other women. That night opened her eyes to a whole new world and put to rest the misgivings she felt whenever she tried dating men. She hadn't been a virgin before that night. She enjoyed dating men, but never felt the passion with them she knew she was supposed to feel. She came to know it in a woman's touch.
Tonight, she hoped to show cute little Edith that same joy. Perhaps she could try some of the things the girl had moxie enough to claim to have done. That would make the experience something very special indeed.
She pressed her body closer to the girl's slender curves as the band came to the close of the song. She whispered a question into the young woman's ear. The girl gave her a shy nod in answer.
A minute later, swaying in their tipsy state, they headed to the door. Nanette knew just the place they could go to have the privacy they needed.
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Goatte watched the two women exit the club arm in arm. He started his car in anticipation of following them to their destination. He needn’t have bothered. They didn't head for the street, but turned toward a small hotel just halfway down the block. It was time. He was going to enjoy putting that bitch in her place. An idea of just how to do it formed in his head as he watched them enter the building. Years of handling the military beat gave him friends in all the right places. He put the car in gear and drove off in search of a phone.
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The hotel room was a far cry from a suite at the Ritz, but what could you expect from a place that rented rooms by the hour? It had everything Nanette wanted. Fresh sheets on the bed, a clean bathroom, and a working shade over the window.
Under the dim ceiling light, she let her dress fall to the floor. In only her panties and brassiere, she stood before the fully dressed, and obviously nervous, girl sitting on the edge of the bed. She knew she was being very bold, but couldn't seem to help herself. She wanted the girl intensely.
Nanette was a real go-getter both in and out of the bedroom. She preferred to take the lead in everything she did. When choosing her lovers, she most enjoyed the ones who let her call the shots. It was something she was adept at discerning about their nature. As she sat down on the bed and put her arm over the girl's shoulder, she figured Edith was just the kind of girl she liked.
“There's no need to be nervous honey.”
The girl replied with a quaver in her voice. “I... I'm not.”
Nanette smiled at her. Even in her slightly inebriated state, she could tell the girl was fibbing. She needed something to break through to the younger woman's passion. “I know. How about we play that little game you said you like?”
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The Jeep pulled up behind Goatte's sedan. It's olive green hood was emblazoned with a large white star and the words Military Police. Goatte opened his door, just as two MP privates were hopping out of the Jeep. The third MP, a Sergeant, was still sitting in the Jeep. He had a pained look on his face as he rubbed at his overly large stomach.
Goatte could hear their conversation as he approached.
“Come on Sarge.”
“Hold your horses.”
The older NCO fumbled in a pocket and dug out an antacid pill. He popped it in his mouth. “Never shoulda had that second helping of spaghetti.”
“What do you mean? You usually have thirds.”
The privates were chuckling at their sergeant as Goatte came up to them. “Hi fellas. Lovely evening isn't it?”
The Sergeant grunted as he climbed out of the Jeep. “Can the crap Goatte. You better be right about this or it's your ass that'll wind up in the slammer.”
Randolph Goatte smiled venomously. “Believe me guys. I'm positive.”
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Edith had her hands tied with handkerchiefs to the dented and tarnished brass headboard as the drunk woman sat atop her. She was feeling beyond nervous as the woman started undoing the buttons of her blouse.
Nothing was going the way she imagined it would when she snuck out of her parents' house after dinner.
Her life was a boring rut. Most of her friends were shallow and vain. She wanted to do something exciting. Something exciting and bohemian. The kind of thing she read about in the books she kept hidden away from her parents' prying eyes. She wanted to explore these budding feelings she felt for her own gender.
Rumors she heard of the club fueled her decision to go there.
When she entered the club, she knew immediately she was in over her head. Gamely, she decided to brazen it out. She accepted the drink offered by Nanette. Lied outrageously about her age and past as she felt the drinks plied upon her take hold. Her fertile imagination, and the stories she read, enhanced those lies. She claimed to have done many outrageous things in her attempt to get the woman to like her.
Now she was caught in her own trap. She felt helpless. Regret was overtaking her desire.
The woman was leaning down to kiss her again. She wanted to let her, but not in this place, not like this. It suddenly became too much for her to handle. She decided she couldn't go through with it.
“No. Please stop...”
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He adjusted the lensboard of his trusty Graflex camera as he followed the MP's up a rickety staircase to the second floor of the hotel. He wanted to immortalize his moment of revenge on film forever.
All four of them stopped before a thin wooden door. The small painted number on it was the same one given them by the hotel clerk. The sergeant motioned Goatte back out of the way. He once more rubbed his aching stomach, before raising his fist toward the door.
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Nanette blinked as she saw tears beginning to form in the girl's eyes. She was only just now realizing the mistake she made. Her fingers worked at the knotted handkerchief as she tried to sooth the frightened girl.
“It's ok dear. I'm so sorry...”
The knot was getting the better of her. Proving she was much more soused than she believed.
She got up from the bed and went to her purse. “Just a moment. I'm going to have to cut them off.”
With a small folding knife in hand, she sat down on the bed beside the girl. “Hold still now.”
Her heart ached for the girl. How could she have not seen it before? She knew the answer to her own question. She'd been just too drunk to. Fighting to think clearly, she held the knife up in the air to open it. Far enough from the girl, she wouldn't cut her accidentally as the blade popped out.
A series of loud thumps from the door startled both of them. Nanette turned her head in that direction with a scowl on her face.
A voice, barley muffled by the thin door, called out. “Military Police! Open up!”
Edith cried out in panic.
The moment froze in place as the door smashed open. A bright light flashed, blinding Nanette for a second. She barely saw the uniformed men rushing toward her. The light flashed again. She dropped the knife and tried to turn away from the brilliant flash, but the first, and largest of them, was already atop her.
She peered past the blue dots floating before her already alcohol tinted vision. He grabbed at her from behind. His hand going across her barely clad breasts. She tried to push him away, but her hand slipped and she wound up putting her elbow into his gut.
He let out a pained yell that drowned out Edith's screams. She felt him falling. They both went down under his weight.
All the while, Edith was in a terrified frenzy. She vented her lungs as she tried to imagine what her parents would think when they found out. She knew she would be in severe trouble. Her fear filled young mind came up with a way out. “OH! Help! Help! Please help me. She kidnapped me... She said she was going to hurt me!”
Nanette paled when she heard the words of the girl. She tried to lift the bulk off her. “How could you? That's not...”
One of the privates was already beside the girl, untying her. The other pushed at the sergeant, rolling him over.
He gasped when he saw the dead stare in the older man's eyes. “She killed the sarge!”
The other private shoved the young girl toward the door, and into the arms of Goatte. “Take care of her.”
He turned toward the woman still trapped under the body of his friend.
The last thing Nanette saw as the two privates began to beat her without mercy, was Goatte's smile as he held Edith in his arms.
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Randolph Goatte tried not to laugh as he turned the girl away from the scene in the hotel room. This was so much better than he ever imagined. He looked down at the trembling girl in his arms.
“What's your name kid?”
She sniffed and wiped at her tear streaked face. “Edith... Edith Lenderbetter...”
His eyes went wide as he recognized the name. It was right up there with names like Rockefeller, Hearst, Vanderbilt and Astor.
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(Camp Nowhere - May 21st, 1946)
Dietrich Hall sat at his desk composing a letter to his friend Josef in their native German.
Dearest Fritz,
It still galls me to address you by such a banal pseudonym, but I understand the reason for doing so. Let me once again offer my assistance in escaping to America. My sister still has the connections she used to aid my departure. Please consider it. I can only imagine how wrongly a life in hiding, as a farm hand no less, must sit with you.
As I told you in my last missive, things are going well with my research in physical and mental enhancement. Too well it seems. The machinery does exactly what it is supposed to do, but I've lost three more subjects due to an overabundance of cell mutation. Even your advice, which I wholeheartedly respect, to lower the saturation levels made little difference.
This does not deter me. I shall continue with even lower levels until I obtain the desired results. The process of trial and error, such as your experience with the undesirables you worked with, will eventually allow me to succeed. This I am very sure of.
My attempts at psychological manipulation have yielded wonderful results. Using the process I came up with at the Führer's secret laboratory, I was able to fuse two of the subjects into a single organism. The result went completely insane from the process though. Still, as it did in my animal experiments, the whole was a completely viable creature.
Once I have the two separate processes working, I believe I'll try combining them. I may even introduce animal structures into some of the human subjects. Can you imagine what effects that would have?
Still, that is just a sideline to my main objective. I know without doubt my research will allow me to create a truly pure and superior line to supplant the human race as it exists now.
Your friend,
Dietrich.
P.S. Thank you again for the additional notes you sent on your twin research. I've integrated your ideas on multiple cell division into my calculations.
He sealed the letter in an already addressed envelope. Then he placed it inside another letter, one to his sister, which contained instructions for her to forward it. It wouldn't do for anyone to find out he was still corresponding with his old friend.
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Nanette was once again in what she was coming to call the testing room. Each day she was brought here in what was becoming a routine. The only difference was in the way she was tested. Sometimes it was mental. Other times physical. Today, it was most definitely physical.
Her endurance and stamina were being tested today. She strained to pull herself up a rope attached to the high ceiling. The rope, like the rest of the exercise equipment in the room, had come from the storage area behind the partition. For the last few hours, she'd been put through her paces on all of it.
She looked down at Sgt. Barkin. He was still standing near the door with a stopwatch and notepad in his hand. Her arms felt like jelly as she returned her attention to the climb. According to him, this was the last test of the day. She only had a few more feet to go and she would be able to rest.
Not in a long time had she pushed herself so hard. Her whole body ached with fatigue as she made a final effort and reached the top. With a sigh of relief, she lowered herself back down to the floor.
For what seemed like an eternity, but could only have been a few seconds, she lay panting for breath on the floor. When she heard the door of the room open, she barely had the energy to turn her head to see who entered.
It was Dr. Hall. He was standing next to Barkin as they conversed in low tones.
Barkin gave the doctor a nod and a smile, then walked over to where she lay. “Congratulations Maiden. You're finished with the testing phase of the project.”
She returned his smile and attempted to sit up.
She jolted with shock when he lifted his boot and used it to push her back to the floor. “Don't get up.” His smile began to change to something less than pleasant. “While Uncle Dietrich is getting things ready for you in the lab, I have another task for you to perform.”
Nanette’s shock turned to outright fear as she helplessly watched him start to unfasten, first his belt, then the buttons on his trousers.
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