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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 Eight - The Plan.
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 60: Blood.

(Natural Leisure Resort - August 10th, 2008)

Snuggled between her mother and Shego, Kim opened one eye and looked at the clock beside the bed. It wasn't quite six in the morning. Whoever was ringing the doorbell, she thought through her sleepy haze, had better have a darn good reason for doing so. Disentangling herself from her still sleeping lovers' limbs, she crawled out of bed and headed into the living room. The chime was just going off once more, when she flung the door open.
She stifled a yawn as she looked at the man in the hallway. It was the resort manager, and he looked as if he hadn't slept the entire night. “Mr. Feeley? Umm... What's the sitch?”
He gave her a strained smile. “I'm sorry to come by so early, but I need to speak with your mother about a rather urgent matter.”
Sleep fell away quickly from Kim when she heard the word urgent. When someone used the term in reference to her mom, it usually meant a medical emergency. Her thoughts turned to the over twenty people injured in the libido enhancing machine's overload. Then she thought of Mego, whose condition had been, as far as she knew, stable. She turned her head and yelled over her shoulder. “MOM!!”
Turning back to Feeley, she asked. “What's wrong? Who's hurt?”
He appeared confused for a moment, then shook his head. “Oh. No. It's nothing like that.” He paused for a second, while the sounds of her mom and Shego moving around filtered in from the bedroom. “It is something of pressing importance, however...”
Anne entered the room with Shego on her heels. Like Kim, both were completely nude. While her mom went to speak with Feeley, Kim rushed to her sister and pulled her back into the bedroom. She spoke to her in a whisper. “Sweetie! You're naked. He can see your...”
The green skinned woman gave her a languid grin. “My cock? So what?” She planted a kiss on Kim's lips that had them both thinking less and reacting more. “Wasn't it you who told me how you finally came to terms with your real self here? Well... I did the same last night. You guys showed me how right it was to be myself. As long as you accept me for who I am, I don't give a rat's ass about what anyone else thinks.”
“So you're going to start going all 'Full Monty' in front of complete strangers? Just like that?”
A familiar smirk graced Shego's lips. “This from the girl who let her mother ass fuck her in front of hundreds of complete strangers? Pot calling the kettle black much? I'm not into doing things halfway, Kimmie. You and Aunt Anne showed me how much fun it is to embrace the inner perv. That's just what I'm gonna do. Hell, Pumpkin, what do I need to do to prove my sincerity? Suck myself off in the middle of Times Square during rush hour? You better believe I will!”
Kim's eyes widened at the intensity of her sister's statement. “I believe you. I...” Then what Shego actually said hit her. “Wait a second! You can do that!?”
“Doh, Kimmie! Remember I told you I have experience giving blow jobs? With my limited interaction with other people, I found an alternative.” She wiggled her eyebrows at the redhead. “And I give pretty damn good ones, if I do say so myself...”
Kim was just about to drag her sister over to the bed, and demand a demonstration, when her mother's voice came from the living room. “Girls!?”
“You are so gonna show me how you do that... Later... Let's go see what’s up.”
Anne could tell, when her daughter and niece entered the room, both were horny again. As much as she wanted to drag them both back into the bedroom and do something about it, she had other things on her mind. “Kim, Shego, Mr. Feeley needs my help with something. I'll be back before time for the family gathering.”
Feeley stepped out into the hall, then turned back. Apparently the sight of a green skinned woman with a cock didn't faze him in the least, as he just gave Shego a smile and a wink. Then he looked at Kim. “Oh. I almost forgot. I ran into a couple named Houle on the way here. They said they wanted to speak with you about something. Now I know you have, umm, family matters on your mind, so I told them I'd pass the message along and that you would meet them at the restaurant on the east beach if you could.”
Kim smiled, even as she felt a twinge of guilt inside her chest. With everything that was going on, she had completely forgotten about her new friends. Now she remembered both them, and what she'd promised to give Buster. “Sure thing, Mr. Feeley. Thanks for telling me.”
After her mom and the resort manager left, Kim turned to her sister. “We've got some time before we're supposed to meet with Nana... How would you like to watch me deep throat a really big, thick, black cock?”
Shego's own cock twitched at the thought. “Only if I can fuck you at the same time.”
Kim grinned. “Deal!”
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After leaving the apartment, while they walked together toward the elevator, Anne looked at Feeley. “So why wasn't I supposed to mention this in front of anyone else?”
The man sighed as he pushed the down button. “It wasn't my idea. As executor of your father's will, I am constrained to follow the instructions he left to the letter.” They stepped inside as the doors opened and with another button push, felt themselves heading down. “He made it very clear, until you either accepted or rejected the terms and conditions, that only you, as the sole beneficiary, should know the will even exists.”
Neither of them spoke again as they continued on to Brotherson's private quarters, where she was to actually see the will. This suited Anne fine, as she had a lot on her mind. Outwardly she had been holding it together pretty well, but inside she was having a tough time dealing with much of what was happening. Finding out who her real parents were was at the top of the list. Mom and Pop Believable never hid the fact of her adoption from her, but they also hadn't been able to tell her anything about her genetic family.
She knew she had been using sex with her daughter and niece to avoid the issue of her and her sister being given up for adoption. Now she was confronted with it, and the loss of a father she never knew, all at the same time. Her resolve stiffened as they reached the underground office and stepped inside. No matter how things went here, she was going to meet and talk with Sara Director. She couldn't avoid her real mother forever.
Feeley gestured to the desk. “Please have a seat while I get the will out of the safe.”
As Anne sat down behind the desk, her eyes fell on a framed photograph of herself. In it her hair was longer and held back from her face with a ribbon. She recognized the outfit as one of the maternity dresses she wore when she was pregnant with Kim. Try as she might, she couldn't remember the picture ever having been taken. It could only mean that the picture was taken clandestinely. Which in turn meant Big Daddy, her father, had it taken. Yet another question arose in her mind. Why hadn't he ever contacted her?
She was startled when Feeley laid a stack of papers in front of her. She gave him a thin smile to cover her nerves, then began to read.
Almost an hour later she surreptitiously wiped a tear from her eye as she looked up from the desk. Though what she just read was a legal writ, it was much more. Along with the details of her father's estate and it's disposition, it also told the story of his life. A story that answered the questions that had been plaguing her.
She took a deep breath and told Feeley she accepted the conditions laid down in the document. It would mean great changes in her life, but then she was already surrounded by those as it was.
Gathering up the papers to be properly filed and recognized, Feeley ventured a hesitant question. “You're father wasn't one to throw titles around much. When he did, he usually used the hereditary title bequeathed by the Queen of England, Marquess of Hob's End. Would you prefer to be addressed as Marchioness or..?”
Anne had to smile at the question. She understood why her father preferred that title. In his line of work, it wasn't a good thing to let everyone know all the truth. She didn't have the same problem. In fact, she wanted everyone to know just where she and her family stood.
Standing up, she tried to affect as regal a bearing as she could. “This island may be a protectorate of Great Britain, but it is also a sovereign state. From now on it will in all ways be treated as such.”
Feeley smiled as he dropped to one knee in front of her. “As you wish, Your Majesty. Let me be the first to address you by your proper title. Queen Anne the First of Whanapokii!”
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As she walked hand in hand with Shego down the jungle path that led to the beach, Kim remembered the mixture of fear and excitement she experienced when she first took this route with her mother. How little had she known of what awaited her. Looking back, she felt she couldn't have asked for a better introduction to her new life. That day, she lost one type of innocence. If only she hadn't been forced to lose another type by the peril her family was encountering.
At least, she thought, things were settling down some. Redmond Tappe was dead, putting an end to whatever his murderously diabolical scheme had been. There was still GJ to deal with, but as long as everyone of her entire family who were named on that so-called manifesto were right here, where they could protect each other, they could afford to relax a little. Take some breathing space while they tried to figure out how to clear their names. That only left the one unknown factor. While it was true that none of them knew exactly who had been playing puppet master with her family's strings, now that they knew someone was, they could be on their guard for future attempts.
There wouldn't be anymore familial interbreeding. Other than what they chose to do themselves, that is. The beach entrance was looming ahead when she looked down at her athletically flat stomach. She had to wonder whether or not she might already be pregnant with her sister's child. Then she remembered the genetic modifications that made it more than likely she would have twins. The very thought thrilled her right down to her dainty little pink toes.
She tried to imagine it. Would they be boys? Girls? Both? Or maybe they would be pink and green polka-dotted hermaphrodites. It didn't matter. Whatever their children turned out to be, they would be perfect. The very best of Shego and herself combined.
They were only a few steps out onto the beach when Kim came to a stop. While Shego asked if she were ok, her mind was spinning. Could it be that simple? Was that the elusive motivation behind what had been done to her family? It made just too much sense to disregard. Deep down in her gut, Kim knew she was right. That being the case, the only question remaining was how? It was the question she intended to put forward as soon as the whole family got together.
Shego let go of Kim's hand then waved both of hers in front of her unresponsive sister's face. “Hey! Earth to Kimmie! Come in, Princess!”
Kim blinked and let out a giggle. “Sorry, Shego. Thinking too hard.” She lifted her gaze over Shego's shoulder and looked at the restaurant nestled on the edge of the beach. “I think I see Buster and Gloria.” She gave her sister a naughty wink. “I guess it's a good thing we're meeting them at a restaurant, because I'm really in the mood for a nice tube steak and some really filling cream pie!”
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(Somewhere)
Monique had no idea where she was, she had still been unconscious when they were brought to the room, but the bare rock walls made her agree with Justine Flanner's observation that they were underground. She couldn't ask the blonde genius if she had any other thoughts about it, since she had been the first one taken through the door.
From what she could see from where she lay, tied spread eagle to a rolling bed, it was the only way in or out of the room. Asking their completely identical captors hadn't helped enlighten them either. Nor had Tara’s tears and pleas as she'd been rolled out of the room too. Any and all attempts at communication were simply ignored.
Turning her head, she looked over at the only person remaining in the room with her. Like herself, Bonnie Rockwaller was naked and helpless. That hadn't stopped her from blistering the women who captured them with invectives that would have had a sailor blushing. Like everything else, it was to no avail.
Things changed up when their captors returned again. They had the bed containing Justine between them. A knot formed in the pit of Monique’s stomach when she saw that the normally stoic girl was crying worse than Tara had been. The spots of blood dotting the bed between her legs told her why.
The question must have shown in her eyes, as Justine was wheeled into place on the other side of her.
The young blonde shut her tear filled eyes, obviously not wanting to watch Bonnie being taken to the same fate. “Yes, it was rape. So horrible. They... They had no choice...”
As Bonnie went through the door, she cried out in sick desperation at the sight of what awaited her. “Oh my god! No! Please no! Not them!”
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