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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 Seven - Selective Breeding.
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 57: Taken.

(Middleton Mall - August 9th, 2008)
Monique stood behind the sales counter with a smile on her face as she rang up the customer's purchase. The smile was forced. She'd tried for the last twenty minutes to convince the woman that Lycra stretch pants didn't suit her. No luck. As the saying went, the customer was always right. Even if, Monique thought, they were completely wrong. She heaved an internal sigh as she gave the woman her change. Where were the Fashion Police when she needed them?
While the woman was squeezing her, wider than tall, frame out the door of the shop, Monique heard the sound of dressing room door opening. She didn't have to fake a smile when a girl about her own age appeared. The girl twirled around in a gauzy white sundress. Her long, curly, blonde hair cascaded over the spaghetti straps that highlighted her bare shoulders. Equally bare legs extended down from the just right length of the hem to end in white open toed sandals.
The girl stopped spinning and focused her twinkling blue eyes on Monique. “So? What do you think?”
“It's you, Tara... But something's missing...” Monique stepped out from behind the counter and headed for a rack of hats. It took her only a moment to find a floppy brimmed white hat, with a simple blue ribbon, and perch it on the blonde’s head. “Perfection!”
Tara giggled as she looked at herself in a large mirror. “I look like I’m going on one of those old-timey picnics!”
Monique nodded. “It suits you.”
Tara giggled again as she opened the door of the dressing room. “Great! I'll take it all.”
A couple minutes later Monique was totaling up Tara's purchase. She placed the dress and sandals in a bag and sat the hat on top. Tara, now in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, dug in her purse and handed Monique a credit card.
It took only a few seconds after Monique swiped the card for the transaction to register. She handed the card back to Tara. She suppressed a chuckle as the blonde tried to juggle her purse, the card, and her purchases all at the same time. Even though she had known the girl for years, her retail training came to the fore. “Thank you for shopping Club Banana. Please come back soon.”
Tara grinned as she finally got everything under control. “You bet.”
Monique watched her leave with a feeling of satisfaction. If only her other customers would listen to her advice, then the world would be a better dressed place. The thought buoyed her as she went to check if there were any other customers in need of her assistance. It turned out there weren't any. Something caught her eye as she headed back to the service desk. Monique's eyes rolled. Apparently Tara wasn't very good at juggling. Her credit card lay on the counter, right by the cash register.
She picked up the card and debated what she should do. A glance at her watch told her it was still a couple hours until closing time, but it hadn't really been that busy of a day anyway. Hoping to catch Tara before she got too far away, Monique quickly began closing up shop. Grabbing up her purse, she went to the entrance, turned the sign to closed, and locked the door on her way out.
First, she checked the food court. No sign of Tara there. Down the length of the mall she walked, peeking through store windows as she went. Still nothing. Then, far down at the main mall entrance, she spotted her. She quickened her pace as Tara exited, obviously headed for the parking lot.
The late afternoon sun speared her eyes as she exited the large building. She had to blink twice before she adjusted to the light. Tara was about halfway down parking area D when she spotted her again. The blonde was nearing her car, and just passing a large black van, when Monique started jogging toward her.
The rear doors of the black van opened. A woman, just as blonde as Tara, emerged. Even from the distance she was, Monique could see she had something in her hand. The hand went to Tara’s face. It happened so fast that, for just a second, Monique wasn't sure she wasn't imagining things.
Monique's jog became a sprint as Tara slumped in the other woman's arms. By the time she reached the van, the woman had pulled Tara inside. Alarmed and pissed, Monique yelled. “WTH do you think you're doing!”
The woman smiled at her as she lay Tara’s limp body down next to two other girls, who she earnestly hoped were only unconscious, in the back of the van. The smile was filled with menace, but there was something akin to desperation in the woman's eyes. She barely heard the woman speak as she gasped in recognition of the faces of the other two girls in the van.
“Bad mistake, young lady. We can't have witnesses.”
Monique opened her mouth to scream for help. It was broad daylight. There were lots of people nearby. Somebody would come. She never got the chance.
From behind her, she heard the woman's voice. Her mind rejected it, since the woman was still right there in front of her.
“No. We definitely don't want witnesses.”
Monique felt a cloth covered hand press against her face. Twisting in the woman's clutches, she tried to see who it was. Shock coursed through her as she was forced to breathe something that tasted medicinal. She felt herself falling. Heard her purse drop from her limp shoulder and hit the pavement. The light was going away. As she felt darkness envelope her, she wondered how one woman could be in two places at once?
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Wind whipped against Rufus' face. Bright blue sky spun around him as he fell through the air. On his right he could see the face of his best buddy, Ron. As usual for the situation, Ron was panicking. Rufus chuckled. The skydiving part of missions wasn't as appealing to Ron as it was to him. He turned his head in the other direction. There was Kim, with a determined look on her face.
He saw Kim and Ron's descent slow as they pulled their rip cords. The sound of expanding parachutes was loud in his ears. He reached up a paw and tugged his own chute handle.
Nothing happened.
Suddenly the experience went from fun to frantic. He found himself falling through the sky alone.
The ground rushed up. Closer and closer. He trembled in fear as he plummeted. With his claws shaking, he scrambled to pull his back up chute. Still nothing. The ground rushed up. Closer with each passing, panic filled, moment. There was nothing he could do to stop it. Fate seemed to laugh along with the rushing wind as his fall came to an end.
The impact jolted him awake.
Slapping himself in the face to clear out the bad dream, Rufus yawned and stretched inside the depths of Monique’s purse. As the the blurry shock went away, he poked his head up into the clear air. The last vestiges of the dream disappeared, to be replaced by complete puzzlement.
Why was he in the middle of a parking lot? Where was Monique?
Near the purse lay a Club Banana bag. White cloth poked out the opening and fluttered in the slight breeze. Motion caught his eye. A large floppy hat was swirling nearby, it's blue ribbon unraveling. He hopped out of the purse and grabbed the hat. There was a delicate scent. It triggered a memory. Tara. One of Kim and Ron's school friends. Raising up on his hind paws, he let his nose do what it did best. He scented more of Tara, and Monique.
Leaving the purse, hat, and bag behind, he set out to follow his nose. Worry ran with him as he caught a vague hint of something else in the air. Something he'd smelled a few times while on missions with Kim and Ron. Chloroform.
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(Natural Leisure Resort - August 9th, 2008)
The two women, mother and daughter, sat side by side in the backyard hot tub, sipping tea from delicate china cups. Nana wondered if she'd done the right thing, having everyone separate into smaller groups. She'd done it to give them a chance to understand what was happening to them, without the distraction of all the pheromones getting in the way. Judging from the reactions of the small group she brought with her to her bungalow, she wasn't sure it was the best idea.
Setting her tea down, she looked over her shoulder at the house. Distantly, she could hear the sounds of angry raised voices. The sound of something, probably a piece of furniture, breaking. Her eyebrows raised questioningly as she looked at the woman next to her. It hadn't been her idea to lock those two in a room together.
Sara sipped an smiled. “Don't worry about it. If there is anyone who can make Sheldon see reason, it's Betty.”
Nana nodded. She wasn't about to question her daughter's parenting methods. It was something she didn't have a leg to stand on, especially in this case. That thought reminded her of why she specifically chose for Sara to stay with her.
“Sara? There's something I've been wanting to say to you... About my giving you and your brother up for adoption.”
The younger woman sat her cup down on the edge of the tub. She'd been expecting this. “Don't apologize. No matter how much we may not look it, neither of us are young or innocent. I know why you did what you did. I can understand how you must have felt at the time. Don't forget, I've been in that position too.”
“Still. I shouldn't have. It wasn't your fault. But I couldn't make myself understand that at the time.”
“We both could have done things differently, but past is past, there is no changing it. We can only go forward.”
Nana was about to reply, but felt her body stiffen. The orgasm she'd been approaching hit her with incredible force.
Sara laughed as she watched her mother get off. Moments later, she saw a head raise up from the bubbling water.
Hana joined in the laughter as she looked at her great grandmother. “That was fun!” Her bright red eyes went to her grand aunt. She winked, just before her head went under again. “Your turn!”
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Just what the doctor ordered. Shego thought as she stroked her hand along the length of her re-invigorated cock. Anne's suggestion, that she and Kim give Shego a little show to get her up and ready again, had certainly paid off. Her cock was like a rod of solid steel, and her pussy dripped, coating the inside of her thighs, as she watched Kim lick and suck her mother's pussy. That Kim's ass was wiggling in the air as she ate her mom out, only added spice to the incestuous lezzing. Her eyes were glued to her princesses beautiful pink slit as she knelt on the bed behind her.
She could feel the heat radiating from Kim's pussy. This was what she'd wanted and been denied her whole life. Knowing Kim wanted it too, was almost too much for her to stand.
Anne pushed her daughter's head back. Felt the girl's lips leave her aroused cunt. There would be plenty of other times for her to get off on her daughter's face. Right now, it was time for something special. She turned Kim’s head, making the girl look back. “She's ready now Kimmie.”
Lust glazed Kim's eyes. She took in the totality of beauty the loomed over her. She imagined Shego to be some kind of ancient fertility goddess come to life. A being of true perfection. The mythical embodiment of pleasure, life, and unfettered love. The love especially, sang through her veins as she turned over. Laying between Anne's outstretched thighs, she pillowed her head on her mother's breasts. Her eyes met Shego's as she opened her legs. She echoed what she'd said the night before on the helipad.
“Take me, Shego. Make me yours.”
The end of the world itself couldn't have stopped Shego now, as she lowered herself forward and down. She felt the very tip of herself touch the heated wetness of Kim's opening. She pressed her body down atop the girl's. Their breasts mashed together, nipples rubbing against rock hard nipples. Tummy's pressed and fluttered as she felt herself slide into the the place she truly belonged.
Kim reached up, holding on to Shego's head as she brought their lips together. Passion fueled her kiss as she gloried in the penetration she so desperately needed and wanted from the woman she loved.
Slowly, inch by inch, Shego felt herself encompassed by Kim's body. The slick tightness of her princess seemed to pull at her shaft, drawing her in. Her lips sparred with Kim's as the deed was finally done. The specter of virginity fled. She was fully inside her lover. Meshed with her. One with her. Coupled. Coupling. Complete.
Kim's hips pulled back. Shego mirrored the movement. It was unison, a perfectly coordinated act. Shego felt herself withdraw almost completely before, without any need of conscious thought, they came together again. The movement repeated itself. Over and over. Each time increasing in speed... Passion... Need.
Anne felt every thrust Shego made. Her daughter's body was driven into her with greater intensity with every buck of her niece's hips. Her hands went around the two girls, stroking the soft green flesh of Shego's back. Even though it threatened to crush her, she marveled at the beauty of their union.
Kim felt it. The twitching spasm deep inside her. She pressed herself upwards. Screamed out as Shego gave one final inward plunge. The two shuddered together as the moment arrived.
Shego felt the head of her cock press at her sister's innermost opening. Her release expelling itself against the entrance of Kim's womb. For one brief moment, as her potent seed poured into her lover, she felt a twinge of guilt. It didn't last. She could see it in Kim's eyes. The knowledge of what might happen. And the acceptance of it.
Anne hugged the both of them tightly. “Time for another rest break girls.” Her eyes targeted her niece's. “Because I'm next!”
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