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Webb's Wonderful Web - Book 2 Resistance – so far
By Yotna El'toub  (MC,FF,MF,MM,Alien,SF)
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Inspired by Lost Boys first competition and dedicated to the LB and his work.
WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to your own local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for this story.
 
The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my story.  Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands of minors.

© Yotna El'toub 2004
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Chapter 1: Beginnings

Alice woke with a start, for an instant she thought she was in her comfortable home, and then harsh reality kicked in. The escape from the so-called 'safe house' had been only a few hours ago, but it already felt like ancient history.
What had happened to her life? How did she find herself waking up in a Travelodge in Cambridgeshire, alongside a slumbering policewoman? In just a few days the world had gone mad, and she had gone from being a dutiful housewife to become, what - a hunted woman?

Alice felt the panic rise up in her chest; her heart beat a rapid tattoo in her ribcage. She sat up to ease her breathing. Pam stirred beside her, her fuzzy mop of blonde hair surfaced from under the duvet.

“Morning, what time is it?” Pam asked sleepily.

“A bit after eight” Alice answered.

“Are you OK? You look a bit flushed,” Pam asked, a frown flitting across her delicate features.

“I'm fine, just fine,” Alice lied.

“What's the plan?” Pam asked.

“I'm damned if I know, I need to talk to Lorraine first,” Alice replied, “Lets get some breakfast, and think later.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me” Pam smiled.

“I'll just go next door and wake the others,” Alice murmured as she headed for the door.

“Alice!”

“Yes”

“Wouldn't it be an idea to get dressed first? Not that I'm complaining, not after last night!” Pam positively beamed.

Alice looked down and turned beetroot with embarrassment, partly due to her nakedness, and partly because she did remember last night - only too well. Without pausing, she slipped on her coat, and headed out of the door. 

Pam sat hugging her knees, giggling at Alice. 'Anyone would think she was new to girly fun - but her technique was a dead give away; just who was she kidding?'

30 minutes later the four of them sat in the adjacent 'Little Chef' tucking into what passed for breakfast.

“Just need to pop to the loo,” Gerry cheerfully announced.

“Snap,” chimed in Pam, “back in a minute.”

Lorraine waited for the two WPC's to disappear and then spoke in a low voice to Alice.

“Listen Alice, we need to get those two, Um, occupied for a while so we can chat, do you agree?”

“Yes, I'm feeling very confused this morning, I'd welcome a chat with someone who understands!” Alice replied.

“Good, a touch of the vector should sort them out” Lorraine grinned - Alice nodded, conspiratorially. 

Gerry returned first and tucked in to her meal with typical relish. A refreshed Pam closely followed her.

Lorraine gazed at Gerry, a dim light shone in her eyes; Gerry started to wriggle in her seat. A second later Pam caught the bug.

“I'm not so hungry, I think I may go back to the room for a bit of relaxation” Alice sighed.

“Hmm, that sounds pretty good, mind if I join you?” asked Pam, “What about you Gerry, are you interested”

“Sure, can't think of anything I'd rather do” Gerry winked, lewdly.

Lorraine tagged along, as they crossed the asphalt car park returning to a single room. Once inside, Pam and Gerry turned.

“So what now, Alice?” Gerry asked excitedly.

There was no reply; only sensation, sensation caused by two pairs of intensely orange eyes. The skin covering both the young policewomen quivered with excitement, beads of perspiration formed and rolled languidly over saturated curves. Pam and Gerry turned to face each other; they kissed deeply. Soon they were tearing their clothes away from their needy bodies. Alice stepped forward, unbuttoning her blouse. Lorraine's hand caught her shoulder.

“No Alice, as tempting as it is - we must talk,” Lorraine paused and pulled Alice towards the bathroom, “in here.”

Lorraine waited for the dizzy passion to leave Alice's eyes.

“OK, are you calm now?” Lorraine asked, smiling.

“Yes, but I'd still rather…” Alice's reply was cut short.

“You may not, not once you know” Lorraine's mouth straightened.

“Know what?” Alice asked.

“Last night I questioned Gerry a bit further about what she saw at the safe house. Do you remember, she was the only one that saw anything in the woods,” Lorraine continued, “Well I'm naturally, inquisitive so I got Gerry into a suggestible state and asked her what she saw. I for one, want to know what we are up against.”

“And what did she see?” Alice asked, her interest rising.

“Nothing” Lorraine replied.

“Nothing?” echoed Alice, “so why did we leave?”

“Because Gerry had betrayed us, but the guilt was too much for her!” Lorraine answered.

“Why would Gerry do that?” Alice looked puzzled.

“Do you remember the chap in the suit, the one you met in the security hut?” Lorraine asked.

“Oh yes, I won't forget him quickly” Alice answered, her eyes hardening.

“Well his name is Geraint, Geraint Jones”

“Jones, wait a minute…” Alice pondered.

“Gerry's father!” Lorraine spat.

“Oh god, what do we do?” fear played across Alice's face.

“ We have two choices; one we convert her, as we were converted,” Lorraine paused expectantly.

“Or two?” Alice asked.

“We kill her,” Lorraine stated.

“We can't do that!” Alice replied, shocked.

“So it's option one, but there's a problem” Lorraine stated.

“What problem?

“While I have WWW 1.7 and both copies of 2.0 on my laptop, I haven't got Damon's program. As far as I know there's only one copy” Lorraine looked grim.

“On the memory card” Alice spoke slowly.

“In Damon's computer, back at your cottage. We have to get it!” Lorraine nodded at Alice.

“Oh shit!”

“Precisely,” agreed Lorraine.

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Liz walked slowly along the deserted street enjoying the sensuous feelings creeping through her modified body. Her nipples tingled as each step bounced them against the silky fabric of her bra; her clit pulsed in expectation against the seam of her tight jeans. She wandered on, as her dampness seeped on to the rough denim. As Liz turned the corner she spied something of immediate interest; 'Davey's Gym and body toning' advertised its presence in large yellow letters. 

Liz smiled, 'Promising, I think a quick visit is called for.' Liz swayed in through the glass-paneled doors, the reception area stood empty 'Probably too early in the morning for many punters' Liz sighed. Her bright tongue flickered; briefly sampling the air, her mood lightened. Liz strode past the reception desk and into the well-lit corridor. The first few rooms were disappointingly quiet. But in the fourth one she stuck gold.

Three male bodybuilders were enjoying an early morning workout, one of them pumped weights up and down from a press bench, and the other two rode exercise bikes furiously. Liz observed silently though the glass panel in the door for several seconds before opening the door and joining them. The dark haired one turned, surprised that anyone else was around at this hour.

“Hey, you can't come in here in street wear!” he advised Liz, eyeing her stilettos with incredulity.

“Oh, no problem - sorry” Liz replied.

Liz firmly grasped the hem of her tee shirt and whipped it off over her head, Her more than ample bosom jiggled into view. She unclasped the front fastening of her bra and smiled as the once active body builders stopped dead in their tracks.

“Now, who will be first?” Liz mused, as she flipped her shoes across the varnished sprung floor.

“Ah, I think, you” she decided, stepping out of her discarded denims.

She walked up to the guy on the weights bench, and ripped his shorts down. The angry erection stretched his generous jock strap almost to its limits. Liz teased his cock free with a careless swipe of her hand, and circled its bobbing tip with her hungry lips. Her rump waggled intoxicatingly, as she slid her vacuum like mouth along the impressive penis in a steady rhythm. She grunted as the second body builder thrust his rod into her contracting gash 'God, it'll never fit!' she thought, but she drove her cervix down hard against his knob.

The man beneath her bucked, causing her to look up at his face. She was treated to the sight of a hard penis sliding into his wide, eagerly accepting mouth. The tall guy rammed his length into the warm wetness, until his pubic hair mingled with, and ground against the moustache of the reclining man. 

Liz finally understood how powerful she was; her influence could overcome any taboo, however strong. She watched the fellatio before her with open fascination. Liz felt thick sperm jetting into her mouth; simultaneously white gobs erupted from the gasping mouth of the squirming bodybuilder beneath her.

Tentatively she uncoupled from her unseen lover, and lay on the floor, still holding his slimy protuberance in her hand. Rolling on her side, she guided him back into her sopping channel. Moments later, an insistent invader assaulted her virgin anus. With surprising ease the full erection parted her muscles. She thrust hard against the double assault, swallowing the dual lengths with ease. Soon her mouth was again filled with solid manhood, and Liz hit her first brutal Gul'nathan orgasm. The room was filled with the scent of furtive sex. Liz was truly in her element.

Chapter 2: Consequences.

Geraint was for once silent; he sat meekly listening to Bowen's eloquent diatribe. 

“Failure is not an option, we the C'phu have been granted this planet by the Supreme Counsel for our home world. Finally the C'phu's endeavour is recognised by the Hive Counsellors…” Bowen drew a ragged breath, “and you imbeciles fail me. Failure has its price, the only question is, who shall pay?”

Bowen's grey eyes narrowed into thin vertical slits, and his gaze rippled over the assembled team. His voice trembled as he mouthed their human names quietly.

“June…” Bowen's tongue trailed across his lips, “Ash…” his reptile eyes flitted further, “Liz…” his expression hardened, “Simon, maybe…” finally he stared at the seated leader, “Geraint, Oh, Yesss!”

Geraint stood, his face completely drained of any colour. Inside his tailored suit sweat spots erupted on to his fine silk shirt. In a humble whisper he spoke.

“What will be my fate?”

“You have no right to know, Geraint transform now! Yesss!” Bowen ordered.

“I demand to know! It is my right, as a Gul'nathan warrior!” Geraint protested.

“Since you enforce your right, you shall know. I was trying to spare you. You are to be banished!”

The room fell into total silence, no one breathed. The four other warriors fell to their knees, heads bowed, and faces hidden. Geraint straightened himself, and spoke calmly, as his body emitted the first beams of purple light.

“So be it”

Ger'natha stood humbly before the resplendent figure that Bowen had transformed into. In Bowen's place stood a grey crested reptile; magnificent, seven feet tall, with undulating bands of chameleon-like colour flashing across its muscled torso. In a low growl, it uttered the fatal lines.

“I An'natha, High Counsel of the C'phu - Banish you, yesss”

As the final word hissed through its wide mouth An'natha struck the blow. Its claw balled into a fist, and slammed into the space between Ger'natha's shapely breasts. In a single violent ripping motion a Gul'nathan heart was plucked, still beating, from the falling body. 

As the body crumpled to the ground, it became human once more. An'natha didn't even spare a glance for its fallen comrade; in one fluid motion it tipped back its head and dropped the trembling organ into its hungry maw. A single gulp later Ger'natha's heart slid down its expansive throat.

“Clear up this carcass, and get it far away from here - lose it - yesss!” An'natha snapped at his fearful team, “Now - and don't fail!”

Four crouching figures retrieved Geraint's corpse and headed for the door; with great care they avoided An'natha's cold grey eyes. An'natha turned his gaze to observe the three freshly filled pods with incessant hunger.

“New management, that's what's needed - must decide. Yesss!” An'natha mused aloud.

The same though flashed through the quartets’ minds instantaneously 'Not me!' 

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Elsewhere, another quartet finalised a daring plan. Seated on the double bed they talked in hushed tones. Alice spoke with a new found leadership.

“So, Gerry and I will find a more permanent base, and Lorraine and Pam will go back to my cottage for supplies. Any questions?”

“Yes,” Pam asked, “what do we need from the cottage so badly? It's a real risk going back - why do it?”

“Well…”

Lorraine cut in, seeing her friend struggling for a convincing reply.

“There are some computer files there that will help us undermine Webb's - evidence of their experimentation. We need them if we're to convince the authorities” she lied astutely.

“Why the hell didn't you pack them?” Gerry snapped.

“We thought we'd be back in a couple of days, but it looks as though someone in the ministry is betraying us. We have no choice, Gerry, honestly.” Alice smiled, cupping her moist hand over Gerry's.

“Lets get it over with then,” groaned Pam.

Gerry and Alice stood holding hands in the car park, as they watched the police car vanish into the distance. Expectantly Gerry turned to Alice.

“What now?” Gerry asked with a heartfelt sigh.

“Now… I ring my parents; they live just on the other side of Cambridge. We should be safe there for a while.” Alice smiled.

Alice's smile was short lived; her parents were away, and they had left Georgina to look after the house. As much as she loved her younger sister, Alice knew Georgie was a liability - unpredictable and immature. Still, there was little choice. Alice removed the mobile from her ear.

“Georgie will be here to collect us in half an hour” Alice blinked, still uncertain.

“And just who is this Georgie guy?” Gerry asked, her eyes full of suspicion.

“My younger sister” Alice answered, flatly.

“Oh, nice…” Gerry grinned.

“Don't even go there!” Alice warned, her eyes glinting furiously.

“Hey…” Gerry smiled, “it was just a joke!”

“In bad taste” Alice added sourly.

They returned to their respective rooms and collected what few items they had. Alice paid the room bills, and went to the car park to wait for Georgie. 'At least they'll be no paper trail soon - we can all vanish for a while' Alice thought, she swung the doors open. Gerry was already outside, tapping her foot impatiently.

“What sort of car are we waiting for?” she queried.

“It'll be my parents old Mondeo estate, dark blue,” Alice answered.

“Oh, its not been past yet then…” Gerry's reply was cut short by the screeching of rubber; a large estate car flew into the car park, and shuddered to a halt.

“Georgie?” asked Gerry.

“Georgie!” replied Alice wincing.

“Just as well I'm off-duty” Gerry laughed.

Alice walked up to the driver's door and opened it.

“I'll drive, thanks Georgie” Alice stated.

“Oh, that's nice, no thank you Georgie, no hello Georgie - just I'll drive. Still practicing on the big sister front are we?” Georgie snapped.

“Hello Georgie, thanks for your help. Meet Gerry, she's a police officer - maybe I should drive?” Alice put on a grateful air.

“Oh, hi Gerry - sorry about that I missed the brake pedal on the way in - it happens sometimes!” Georgie spoke, as she slid into the rear seat.

“I know it used to happen to me when I was a young driver, how old are you Georgie?” Gerry smiled broadly.

“Seventeen, eighteen in July - an adult really.” Georgie replied.

“And that's how I'll treat you, when did you pass your test?” Gerry asked.

“Last August, first time,” Georgie sounded a bit defensive, then her tone lightened, “You can call me Geo; all my friends do!”

“OK, Geo it is, I'd like us to be friends.” Gerry giggled.

Alice barely suppressed a shudder, put the car into gear, and headed for home. 

Chapter 3: Return.

Simon grunted with effort as he, with Ash's help, swung Geraint's body into the rear of his police car. He slammed the boot lid down and turned to the others, sweat ran down from is dark blond hairline. He paused for a moment, gathered his thoughts, and then he spoke.

“If we don't want to end up like Geraint we'd better clean up our act. Bowen's no chump.” He stated.

“Who made you leader all of a sudden?” Liz retorted.

“No one, yet! But you heard the man, failure means banishment. Do you want that?” Simon jerked his thumb emphatically towards the closed boot.

Ash, June and Liz said nothing, but shook their heads sullenly.

“We have to go back and cover our tracks, we just can't afford any sloppiness with Bowen on our case,” he paused for effect, “Liz and I will get rid of Geraint and tidy up from our abortive abduction. Ash, you and June get over to Alice's cottage and see if there are any clues to help us find them - before it's too late!”

Liz walked away with Ash towards June's Clio; she muttered something under her breath. Simon turned to June and commented in a whisper.

“She's trouble that one, Liz thinks she's better than the rest of us.” 

“Male pride smarting Simon, or what?” June laughed, ignoring his warning.

June swung herself elegantly into the passenger seat, with a cheerful,

“Come on big boy, get your motor running”

Simon groaned to himself 'Today's going to be a long one' he thought miserably.

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Liz moved the cushions in Alice's lounge in feigned interest; any excitement at the idea of detective work had passed several hours before. The boredom increased her frustration, it had been more than a few hours since her last climax, and she had started to pine for release.

Sighing loudly, she plumped up the cushion she held, and dropped it back on to the sofa. Resigned to more fruitless searching she plodded upstairs. As she passed the master bedroom she glanced in, to see if Ash was having any more luck than her. She gazed though the crack in the bedroom door and was greeted by the sight of Ash’s tight buttocks thrust high in the air, as he searched under Alice’s unmade bed. Liz grinned ‘Now there’s something that definitely needs more investigation’ she let out a low, admiring whistle.

Ash turned, and flashed a large grin toward Liz.

“How’s it going, babe?” he asked.

“It’s not and I’m bored – how do you fancy finding out what this Gul’nathan sex is all about?” Liz asked, slipping her tee shirt off. 

“Now that sounds a whole lot more fun than pointlessly searching this place to satisfy Simon’s paranoia” Ash replied, unhitching his belt buckle.

The white of Liz’s skin stood out in stark contrast against the dark tones of Ash’s. As they grasped each other the room was washed with purple light. As the brightness faded, one powerful figure lifted the other from the floor with ease. As’natha slid his long scaled member deep into Li’nutha’s velvet folds, gasping as her tail tip penetrated his throbbing anus. Together they fucked each deeply implanted within the other as their long tongues danced together in a sensuous tango.

Thrust met counter thrust, and the reptilians careered towards their final goal. As’natha threw back his head to howl his pleasure, thick rivers of semen poured down Liz’s folded legs. Violently she drove herself onto his pounding rod, her own seed pumping wetly into his receptive bowels. The room shook with expended alien lust. Li’nutha went into her orgasmic frenzy, and added scented secretions to the heavily soiled carpet.

It was over in minutes, but the consequences would not fade as quickly, or as painlessly. As’natha recovered his senses, and glanced around the wrecked bedroom. 

“Looks as if we have some tidying up to do now – for real” his deep laughter was infectious, Li’nutha bobbed up and down against his wet belly, crying with mirth.

She clambered down, and gazed deep into his red tinged eyes.

“Something’s changed, I don’t know what, but something’s changed – forever!” She whispered. Li’nutha never spoke a truer word. 

It was then they both stiffened, tongues urgently sampling the air.

“Did you hear that?” Ash asked softly.

“Yes, someone’s here…” Liz replied.

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Simon pulled up his police car to a halt, and parked behind a virtually identical one. He glanced up into the wood; sure enough ‘incident tape’ had the spot marked, and the white plume of a tent top was visible. He turned to June.

“Come with me, I may need back up” Simon whispered.

June strode along behind Simon; deep in thought ‘He sure is spooked, that throw away ‘maybe…’ from An’natha was worrying him!’ Simon walked confidently up to the young policeman; he flashed his warrant card with practiced ease.

“What’s the story?” Simon asked.

“Some old peeper got his comeuppance, dare say he deserved it!” the PC replied, devoid of any sympathy.

“Mind if I take a look?” Simon moved forward.

The policeman placed a restraining hand on Simons shoulder.

“I rather you didn’t on my watch, if it’s all the same to you.” The PC warned.

“Professional curiosity, nothing more” Simon smiled.

“All the same, the answers no.” the PC frowned.

“Very commendable, you’re more experienced than you look. But I expect you haven’t experienced anything like my friend June” Simon flicked his head back towards her.

The PC took one look, just one, and he was lost, lost in the swirling colours of June’s incredible eyes. He swallowed hard, but had no spit, and then the vision spoke.  

“Shall we go somewhere a bit more private?” June motioned towards the police car she had arrived in.

The PC hesitated, for a long second and then started plodding out of the wood. He followed the siren, he would follow her to the end of the earth - if need be. He didn’t glance back as he went, unaware of Simon slipping into the small tent. Nothing mattered, nothing, he just followed his desire, led by his stiff erection. Just in front of the car June paused, and swept her dress smoothly over her head. The cold air tightened her nipples into tempting buds.

She opened the rear car door with one hand, and lay on the rear seat, spreading her beauty before the captive young man. He unzipped, fumbled, and withdrew his bursting member; he targeted carefully, striving for an accurate shot. The young PC found the bull’s-eye in one, and sank deep into June’s elastic folds. June was not so easily deterred, there was no advantage in him coming too quickly. Without any apparent effort she lifted him clear of her slit, and moved his wet erection to her succulent mouth. With great care she ate down his length, savouring the scent of her own juices on her forked tongue.

Simon poked his head through the flap of material, to check the policeman was still occupied. He smiled as he watched the passionate sixty-nine in the back of his patrol car – no problem there; June was a professional. He shifted the bodies weight on his shoulders, before setting off down the slope to the bouncing car. Simon flicked up the boot lid, and dropped one dead bundle on top of the other. Slamming the lid shut he smiled, ‘Better to be tidy than sorry’ he mused.

Simon shut the driver’s door, and toed the accelerator pedal to the floor. As the car shot out of the country lane, he looked in the rear view mirror; they were still at it ‘hammer and tongs.’ Good, a new recruit and a mess tidied up; Today was going better than he expected. Simon whistled tunelessly as he raced back towards Norfolk.

In the darkened boot two more bodies bounced around, not as passionately as the two on the rear seat admittedly; but just as closely, and exchanging bodily fluids just as freely. 

Chapter 4:  Home, coming.

Alice relaxed for the first time in days; she guided the Mondeo safely through the gates of Dingle Dell Farm. The old Granite house greeted her with its unchanging frontage. 

‘At least some things are permanent’ she thought, and released a long held sigh.

“Ah well, back to the prison camp” Georgie observed grumpily from the rear seat.

“It’s great, it’s home” Alice responded wistfully. Even Georgie’s bitter teenage angst couldn’t spoil her moment.

“I’ll get the gear out of the boot,” Gerry offered.

“Thanks Gerry, I’ll get the old place unlocked and aired” beamed Alice, who was already half way out of the car’s door. 

Alice strode up to the bare wooden door and slipped her key into the worn lock, even after all these years it still nestled on her fob; a constant reminder of the farm. The key turned easily, and as the click resounded, guilt descended on Alice.

‘Why does the farm always feel like home? Why has the cottage never supplanted it in my affections?’

The sudden memory of the cottage brought Damon’s face swimming into her mind; Alice blinked away the bitter tears, and entered the cherished building.

“Come on Geo, lend a hand!” Gerry shouted from the back of the estate.

The seated teen shot in to action.

“Sorry Ger, I was day dreaming” she apologised.

“As long as it’s not one of those teenage wet ones, it’s alright. Oh, unless I was in it of course!” Gerry quipped, staring right into Georgie’s face.

Georgie’s pale colouring took on a distinctly pinker hue; smiling wanly, she bent forward and retrieved a fallen rucksack. Georgie’s smooth buttocks bulged, escaping the confines of her denim shorts, and attracting Gerry’s hungry gaze. Tentatively Gerry rested her hand on the rounded object of her desire, causing Georgie to jump in surprise.

“Sorry Geo, I must’ve slipped or something – I didn’t want to frighten you” Gerry whispered, her lips close to Georgie’s ear.

Georgie turned, and almost brushed her lips against Gerry’s, so close was the older woman’s face.

“Just what did you want, then Ger?” Georgie breathed sweetly.

A sudden shout broke up the near embrace.

“Come on you two, the kettle’s on!” It was Alice; she stood in the doorway, waving a motherly arm.

“ E’cuse me, I’m wanted elsewhere,” Georgie whispered, before pulling the rucksack clear of the car, and walking away.

Gerry gathered the rest of their meagre belongings, slammed the tailgate down and made for the farm. Her eyes followed the exaggerated wiggle of Georgie’s slim hips, with more than a passing interest.

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Georgie swallowed her tea quickly, and then made her excuses, leaving Alice and Gerry alone to unpack. The sound of ‘The Darkness’ soon filtered through to the kitchen; it confirmed that Georgie was safely ensconced in her bedroom. Finally Alice spoke, her tone was both passionate and grave.

“You leave her be, Gerry, she’s not part of this, and she’s not interested in you!”

“You sound very sure – I’m not so certain, on either count!” Gerry smiled with feigned friendship.

“I’m warning you, and by the way - she’s not gay!” Alice spat her frustration at Gerry.

“Neither are you” Gerry responded, deftly stoking a fingertip over Alice’s closest breast.

“Get off me, Geraldine” Alice emoted, shrugging the hand away.

“Ha, you can deny me but you can’t deny that.” Gerry pointed to Alice’s chest.

Alice glared down at her unruly nipple.

“Just get lost, will you” Alice groaned.

Alice turned away from Gerry, to hide the telltale erect bud, and the tears that stung her eyes for the second time that day.

“Sure, I’ll settle in - which room’s mine?” Gerry asked through a vicious grin.

“Up the stairs – the second on the left” Alice croaked.

Gerry turned on her heels, and left Alice to snivel alone.

‘Silly cow’ she thought, unkindly.

Gerry stomped up the flight of stairs getting ever closer to the resounding whine of a loud guitar solo. As Gerry passed the first door on the landing the sound peaked, just a few more steps took her into her designated room. She briefly admired the view from the window, before dumping her gear unceremoniously on the well-made bed. She sank down beside her bags and surveyed the room. Stripped pine floor, dressing area with a sink, and genuine antique pine furnishing.

‘Another poor farmer, what a joke!’ Gerry smiled.

That sink would come in handy though; she hadn’t had time to shower this morning.

“Time to freshen up, I think” Gerry said aloud, to no one in particular.

Gerry peeled of her clothes, and padded towards the porcelain basin, keeping in step to the music blasting from Georgie’s room; the song rushing towards its crescendo. Gerry watched the water swirl into the sink as the track boomed to its close. In the silence that followed the slightest of creaks reached Gerry’s ever-vigilant ears. Her eyes flew up to the vanity mirror to trace the source of the noise. Her face illuminated with amusement as the reflection revealed not a threat, but a glimpse of a fresh faced young girl, staring intensely through a small gap in the doorframe.

‘Now that must be my Geo – How sneaky, I bet Alice didn’t think about the interconnecting door before she gave me this room,’ She chuckled.

‘Showtime!’ she thought grinning at her unspoken jest.

Gerry scooped up the soap and a handful of water; skilfully she turned, making sure her eyes avoided her secret audience. Gerry soaped and stoked her curves, lingering on her pert breasts, teasing the nipples until they were full and proud. Her hands slithered over her flat, muscled abdomen before diving through the fuzz of her pubes. Gerry twitched as her long fingers sinuously opened her thickly wrinkled labia. 

Then she swivelled, dropping the soap deliberately to the floor, and slowly bent over in a deliciously revealing way to retrieve it. As she stood, her eyes surreptitiously swept over the mirrors surface; the door had swung open a little to reveal the briefest full glimpse of Geo, before it was suddenly pulled shut. That short sight of the excited teenager had been enough; it told Gerry all she needed to know! The pulled up t-shirt, the untidily unzipped shorts - and most of all, Geo’s hands delving deeply into her virginally white pants. 

‘Yes, I’m going to like staying here!’

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Georgie raced back to her bed, not daring to take a look behind her. Her heart pounded in sympathy with the rhythm of the latest song.

‘That was so close, what’s up with me anyway? Girls aren’t my thing!’ She thought, fighting against her new desire.

Georgie collapsed backwards onto the unmade bed, her mind as tangled as the sheets. She finally dared to look back at the door, good - it was firmly shut. Georgie closed her eyes, and tried to blank out the day. Behind her eyelids images of Gerry danced, turning her on – there was no escape!

‘No, no – go away Ger!’ Georgie’s thoughts thundered.

But her hands betrayed her, falling as they did to her compliant body. Soon soft female flesh filled Georgie’s palms as well as her young mind, and she rode towards a delicious orgasm. Georgie’s tee shirt hung scarf-like around her slim neck, while her left hand plucked firmly at a rapidly stiffening right nipple. Deep in her shorts Geo’s middle finger circled her protruding clit with increasing speed. Her stomach muscles tightened and relaxed with sumptuous cramps.

‘Oh, I wish Ger could see me, touch me, I wish…’ all Geo’s thoughts stopped as she tumbled over the edge of her desire.

But Gerry couldn’t see her; some one could, but not Gerry.

Alice stood in Georgie’s doorway agape, an unwilling voyeur. Alice had been passing the room when she heard moaning. She had expected to catch Gerry red handed, in the act of furtively groping her sister. What she hadn’t expected was to break in on Georgie’s most private moment. Nor had she expected her reaction to the sight, the feelings that coursed through Alice’s shaking body weren’t exactly sisterly.

Georgie lay very still, aware of little, other than her deep satisfaction. Vaguely she heard a footfall approaching. Embarrassment forced her eyes more tightly shut; Georgie heard the soft thud of discarded clothes hitting the pine boards. She felt the pressure on the bed beside her, immediately followed by a hurried straddling of her reclining body. 

Then the feeling, the sensation was foreign - a slick wetness against her parted lips. The taste though, now it was sublime, and it trickled in, filling her inexperienced mouth with a heady tang. Georgie pressed her tongue into the soft wetness thirstily. Slowly Georgie opened her eyes, and focussed past the jiggling breasts to the lustful face.

‘Shit! It’s Alice!’ Georgie’s mind screamed, in horror.

Blind panic filled the girl, and Georgie squirmed helplessly, desperately trying to free herself. Alice reacted quickly; she clamped her knees tightly either side of Georgie’s head and gazed lovingly into her Georgie’s wide shocked eyes. Georgie’s pretty face basked in the orange light, and the age-old taboo was gone – her tongue resumed its work with a new found vigour. Alice gasped loudly in response, and relaxed her iron grip, bearing her moist slit down on the wickedly busy organ.

Unheard, and unnoticed, the door behind Alice and Georgie creaked opened. An inquisitive head appeared, for once even Gerry looked outraged. Lust soon restored her former composure, and she confidently padded forwards to join the heaving incestuous pair.

‘Yes, I’m going to love it here!’ 

Chapter 5: Old friends.

The hedgerow rustled, a small bobbing figure scurried along it, well hidden from the traffic and the growling tarmac. No time to stop and explore, only one task, follow that scent! It was a delicate but pungent aroma that meant everything - friendship, home, and food. It spoke of a friendship that asked no questions, and saw no faults.

It was a question of honour; even though that other fearful odour was mixed with it, the alien one he would never forget, he would track it! He skirted the edge of the pine trees for mile after mile, before plunging into the dark depths with sudden purpose. He paused scenting the air, others were near, the humans he could avoid, and their senses were far too primitive to know of his existence. 

The one that tempted him was fresh, sexual and strong, she was close, and on heat. Normally his erecting organ would have dominated his desires, but not this time. His hard penis slipped reluctantly under its sheath. He ignored his basic instinct and ran away from the female. He made a mental map of the location, and hoped to return once his quest was complete.

He travelled on, keeping to the shadows and away from the well-worn paths. He flitted across a pathway, keeping low, for humans were nearby. His precautions were effective, and he stole unseen into a clump of trees. The fresh smell of pine surrounded him, he breathed it in deeply – his progress slowed; mixed in with the delicate fragrance was another one – the terrible one! Fear clouded his senses, sweeping over him like an early morning fog. Terror hit him hard, and he slinked though the dank undergrowth, his belly so low it rubbed against the ground; he was close, so close - but so were they!

His lips curled back, how he hated them – he wanted to tear them apart, attack and savage them until the taste of their flesh sickened him. His instinct told him to do otherwise, this was not a fight he could win; that way led only to death. He had seen it, smelt it, he could smell it again, powerfully; but there was something else, familiar but strange, unknown but much loved. Slowly that smell drew him closer to the small clearing.

He poked his head through the long grass stems, spider webs, damp with spring dew coated his hair; he could see them! He caught the low growl just before it left his throat. Surreptitiously, he settled back on his haunches and waited, watching, his eyes never leaving his busy enemies. Long minutes slowly passed, trickling by and filling him with dread. One of them looked his way; a flickering tongue tasted him on the morning breeze, and the creature started to walk directly towards his crouched form. 

She was close, her scent was strong, and she too was on heat – always on heat. This was no human he smelt, no animal he knew – only once before had he been so close to one of these. Her odour was confusing, mixed as it was with a tang of human, human seed. His semi-erect organ withered, and his testicles shrunk tightly inside his fearful belly.

Hackles rising, he got ready to die. The packs leader saved him, barking orders to the stray creature. The hated one shrugged, and turned, its slim figure headed away back to the pack. Soon after, the roar of an engine sent birds scattering to the forest canopy for cover. They were gone, but he still hesitated. Finally, desire overwhelmed his fear and he crept forward. He tore at the freshly disturbed earth with all his might, dirt plumed up into the air behind him.

He rested, panting quietly, before continuing to paw at the dark soil. A pale cold hand appeared, he muzzled it, and then turned in disgust to dig elsewhere. Eventually his determination paid off, a second hand was uncovered, and the fingers poking from the ruined gloves were pink and warm. They flexed as he licked the thick coating of grime, and reached for his furred snout. 

The very earth under him shook, and excitedly he hurried away to sit on the solid, grassy ground. His head cocked to one side, he waited, expectant. The bulge in the shallow grave grew, and then the dark soil erupted! A figure emerged, showering the glade with fine dust. It grumbled, swore, and stood shakily. It gave the signal the whistle soft and low; He bolted from the grass full of joy, and hurried to his master’s side.

“Good boy Shep, good boy!” croaked a grateful Silas.
 
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Alice awoke, slowly, the world was buzzing! Her nose wrinkled breathing in a warm cinnamon smell, which perfectly complemented the taste burning in her mouth. Her eyelids struggled open, blearily and with difficulty, the pupils focussed. Crinkled lips and smooth folds filled her vision. 

‘Why was the world still buzzing?’

Alice swung her head towards the sound, and saw her trembling jeans sprawled out by the bed. The buzzing stopped. The jeans were at last still.

‘Mmmm, thank god for small mercies’

Alice thought over the enormity of what had just happened, what had she done! Everything had changed, all was lost; she could never, never, recover from this. A loud beep-beep interrupted her self-pity. 

Alice slid out from under Georgie’s supple body, and headed towards her recently discarded jeans. She delved deep into a rear pocket and retrieved her mobile. ‘One new message’ flashed rhythmically on the bright display. She pressed a button gently; ‘Please phone 901 new voice mail’ Alice pressed and held down another button, raising the phone to her ear. It was Lorraine, she sounded panicked.

“Ring me, for Christ’s sake ring me, it’s Pam – she’s hurt!”

Alice quickly pressed a sequence of digits.

“Hello Lorraine, it’s Alice - what’s up?”

“Thank god, Alice it’s all gone tits up – they were here when we arrived. They have Damon’s program, and they ripped Pam apart to get it…” Lorraine’s voice broke “ I think she’s dying, it really bad, I daren’t move her, I, I, I …” Lorraine dissolved into tears.

“Wait there, we’re coming…” Alice paused “Um Lorraine, why didn’t they just kill you?” She asked, as tenderly as she could.

“Once they had the data stick they seemed more interested in that, Pam fought so hard. They guessed its worth – and just grabbed it dashing out. They left me alone with Pam!” Lorraine broke down, again.

“How long?” Alice asked.

“What?” Lorraine croaked through the tears.

“How long since they left?” Alice asked, cursing at her own stupidity.

“ Oh, hours…” Lorraine paused, “I don’t know, just get here – GET HERE!”

“OK Lorraine, keep calm, we’re coming – Bye!” Alice stared blankly at the phone for a second, before waking the others.

The farmhouse door flew open, and the desperate trio emerged, still hurriedly pulling on crumpled garments. As they rushed to the car Gerry caught Alice’s arm, halting her instantly.

“The car’s not big enough, we need an ambulance,” she advised in a dazed tone.

“We can’t go doing that – alerting the authorities, it’s just too dangerous!” Alice replied, frowning.

“I know it’s risky, but we don’t know how bad Pam is. She may need professional care,” Gerry warned.

Confusion crossed Alice’s face; just what was she to do? Why was it her decision? Alice jumped at the soft touch of Georgie’s hand on her bare arm, urgent, unwanted desires surged.

“I think I can help! Take my car” Georgie offered.

“Your car?” Alice asked.

“Yup, I’m supposed to wait until my 18th, but I s’pose if you drive it it’s OK” Georgie smiled, “It’s in the barn” she said.

Alice and Gerry sprinted after Georgie’s disappearing form. Georgie turned the corner, stopped, and swung open the wooden doors; they revealed a brand new Ford Explorer 4x4.

Gerry whistled, “Nice one!”

“You are so spoilt, Geo!” Alice added.

“Now be nice to me, if you want my help sis!” Georgie smiled, and planted an unwanted peck on Alice’s gasping lips.

Alice shuddered; now that sex had come into their relationship it would never be the same. She pushed the urge away, ignoring her insistently damp crouch. In an instant they were aboard, and settled. The 4-litre engine throbbed into powerful life. The explorer tore out of the garage hurtling towards the gate and beyond it, the open country road.

“Oh, by the way it’s the Sports version so easy on the accelerator!” Georgie giggled.

“Thanks for the timely warning little sis” Alice laughed.

The laughter was transitory, just grave humour, and in turn each of the car’s occupants fell silent. They quietly reflected on their recent orgy, and just what might be waiting for them in Norfolk. 

Stealthily Georgie slid her fingers under the waistband of her pants, making certain the others wouldn’t notice her secret self-pleasuring. Geo let the motion of the speeding car jostle her fingers against the bud of her ballooning clitoris. Geo’s mind revelled in her newfound delight, the female sex, and soon she was ignoring all else.

‘Maybe I’ve always been a closet lesbian?’ she mused.

The first of many furtive orgasms rose, and flowed over her. She shuddered in restrained delight, and carried on.

Chapter  6: Silas uncovered.

Bowen smiled; it was not a pretty sight to behold. Liz and Ash watched his every move, Bowen’s slim fingers flashed across the keyboard with practiced ease. Without warning he swivelled his chair back to the waiting pair, Liz let out a quiet yelp of surprise.

“You have done well, excelled yourselves! I am very pleased - this is an important find! Bowen grinned.

Ash relaxed, a question formed in his mind, but it never got to his lips.

“I know what you’re thinking – What make this so important that a human would risk their feeble life for it? The answer is simple – with this they are not feeble, with this they can fight back. But they haven’t got it, have they thanks to you!”

“How do we know they haven’t got another copy?” Liz asked, under her breath.

“Thinking, as they say, is not your specialty, leave it to me, Liz. If they had another copy, why risk coming back for this – why die trying to stop us getting it?” Bowen cast a disdainful glance at the seated woman.

“What does it do?” asked Ash, undeterred.

“Ah, an intelligent question. It partly disables the vector; it makes the host aware of it. Worse still it gives them control over it,” Bowen paused for effect, “Humans are an odd species to dominate, one of the few in the known Universe who have muddled base biology with higher emotion. The concept of love is rare, not unique but rare, and a problem for us – as we do not feel or understand it. Love is the reason we needed to develop the vector further here on earth before we could invade.”

“Love, human love, is that powerful?” Liz asked.

“Oh yes, it binds people together, makes them willing to risk their own lives for the benefit of others. Love warps evolution; being fit is not the only arbiter of survival, once love arrives. We would never have risked involving humans in the development of the vector if it could have been avoided. A risk that leads to heresy like this!” 

Bowen spun around and grabbed the memory stick from the PC, he crumbled it to a fine dust in his hands.

“So much for the evil that was love. Now nothing stands in our way. We infect the Internet with the vector tonight; this world will fall!” Bowen dashed the dust from his hand to the floor contemptuously.

As if scripted, the door swung open, and a mud covered trio entered.

“Who’s our new friend” Liz asked, desire flickering in her eyes.

“He’s yours to play with, a reward!” announced Bowen, imperiously.

Liz and Ash rose, each taking an arm of the new arrival.

“What’s your name, lover?” Liz asked, sexuality dripping from her words.

“M, M, Martin, PC Martin Wood” the young policeman stuttered.

“Well, I’m Liz and this is Ash, we have a few things to teach you, yesss!” Liz shimmered as the purple flash enveloped the group.

The policeman’s eyes widened, and sought out June, she merely nodded, smiling at him. Struggling in silence, he was dragged from the room.

“And you, did you succeed?” Bowen directed his querying gaze at Simon.

“Yes, all is tidy – nothing left to chance” Simon held Bowen’s stare.

“Good, I hope that’s right – I hold you personally responsible – is that clear?” asked Bowen.

“Now go, leave me – I must prepare the viral strain that will carry the vector. Soon the world-wide-web will become webbs-wonderful-web. Amuse yourselves with the others, no, no, better still – go find some more!” Bowen ordered.

Before June and Simon had made it to the door, Bowen had returned to the task at hand, tapping furiously at the keyboard, his narrow grey eyes fixed on the screen.

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Petunia Grassmore was having a bad day, first of all her usual hairdresser had been ill, so some slip of a thing had attempted to cut her hair. It simply wasn’t up to Daphne’s standard; maybe if the girl had concentrated, it would have turned out better. But no, she just twittered on inanely about ‘Jase’, her illiterate boyfriend, no doubt. The struggle to make her hair presentable, delayed her even more – so much that she had missed the only bus that day to Thetford Rail Station.

It was too bad, and it was all Donald’s fault, fancy booking the car in for a service when he knew, full well, it was the Women’s Institute conference. Sometimes she thought he did these things just to inconvenience her, he was such an irritating man. Petunia sighed, and turned away from the bus stop, returning home to make her apologies by telephone.

“Most unsatisfactory” she muttered.

It was just then when the car drew up, the passenger wound down the window and spoke.

“I’m afraid you’ve just missed it, do you need a lift?” a presentable young woman asked.

“Why thank you, but I don’t think you’ll be going my way, it’s quite far,” Petunia replied.

“We’re on a bit of a jaunt ourselves, where are you headed?” the woman asked politely.

“I am, no rather I was, going to Thetford Station,” Petunia replied.

“What a co-incidence, so are we, hop in!” the woman smiled.

“Why thank you, thank you very much” Petunia’s face lit up.

Petunia slid into the rear seat of the car, nodding to the driver’s eyes in the rear view mirror.

“I’m much obliged, my name is Petunia,” she told the watchful eyes.

“Pleased to meet you Petunia, I am Simon and this is Liz. Tell me what takes such an attractive lady to Thetford on a bus?” Simon asked.

“Oh, nothing sinister, just the jolly old WI Conference,” Petunia blinked. She fluttered her eyelashes at Simon’s compliment.

“Amazing, that just exactly where we are going, we’ll be able to share the journey” said Liz, twisting in her seat to stare at Petunia.

Liz’s eyes drank in the woman; her frumpy dress hid an attractive body.

‘I’m sure we’ll share plenty more as well’ thought Liz, a playful smile danced on her lips.

Liz swung her body back to face the windscreen as Simon lifted the clutch; the longest journey of Petunia’s sheltered life began. Petunia sighed to herself; she sternly ignored the discomfort that her stiff nipples and wet underwear caused her. The images of Liz that forced their way into her thoughts with obscene delight were harder to disregard.

‘This is impossible, get a grip on yourself girl!’ Petunia’s mind chided.

Petunia wiggled on the back seat of the car, mostly from embarrassment at the unrestrained desire that coursed through her, and partly from sexual frustration. She was quite amazed when the car parked up outside the busy station.

“My, we got here quickly!” Petunia observed.

“Maybe your mind was elsewhere Petunia, pleasant thoughts make the miles fly by” Liz replied with a chuckle.

‘She knew! How could she know? Was it that obvious?’ Petunia felt her face become hot at the thought.

Petunia quickly recovered, and joined her companions striding confidently in to the station.

“Any spare change missus?” a voice asked, crackling with emotion.

Petunia gazed down at the dishevelled wretch, sprawled out on the pavement; his back slumped against the station wall. Of course there was the dog, ‘didn’t they always have a dog’ she thought in distain.

“Leave me alone you grubby man, or I will call the police. I’m known in these parts you know,” Petunia glared.

She altered her route, giving the tramp a wide berth. His eyes followed her, the heat of his gaze unnoticed.

“At least I look before I sit down. You should too – then you skirt wouldn’t have that big wet patch on it missus!”

Petunia’s stride faltered slightly, then she picked up speed and disappeared into the station following her two friends.

Silas rolled the spit around in his mouth before launching it accurately into the gutter.

“Come on Shep, let’s try that shopping centre, maybe they’re more human in there,” Silas struggled to his feet “Bitch” he called out at the top of his quaking voice, before stumbling off.

Silas was wrong on both counts, Petunia was human, and actually she wasn’t a bitch. All that was, of course, about to change.

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Gerry sat on the bench carefully going though the inventory they had picked up at the Pharmacy, silently ticking it off in her head. Her training in first aid was about to be put sorely to the test, and on a friend. Gerry shivered at the thought.

“Got what you need?” Geo asked, gently.

“In supplies yes, in experience no – I’m scared to death I’ll kill her!” Gerry replied.

“She’d probably die anyway!” Geo stated.

“Shut up Georgie, now’s not the time for…” the words dried on Alice’s lips.

From nowhere, an enraged bellowing began. The three girls’ looked up to see a seedy figure; it lumbered towards them.

“It’s you, I saw you, and you’re lesbians! It’s your fault I’m like this – those monsters got me. ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!” Silas screamed abuse.

A small crowd stopped to stare. Gerry was decisive; she vaulted off the bench and grabbed one of Silas’s flailing arms. He tried to brush her off, but half dead tramps aren’t the most effective of fighters. Silas spun, tripped, and head butted the bench, all in one smooth movement. The confused vagrant crumpled, and he went down like a felled oak, he was out cold.

“Oh great, what now?” pleaded Alice.

“Just leave him lets split! I’ll look after his dog” Geo suggested, her arms already wrapped around Shep, comforting the whining animal.

“We can’t leave him Geo, you heard what he said!” Gerry replied.

“Who’s going to believe him? He doesn’t even know who we are!” Geo pouted.

“Gerry’s right, he must come with us,” Alice added.

“Oh, great! That thing is going to be lying all over my car!” Geo retorted.

“Geo, SHUT UP!” Gerry shot a sideward look at Geo, “This is no time for tantrums.”

Geo said no more, she just hung her head in self-pity, stuck out her bottom lip and sulked, a real championship sulk.

Gerry flashed her warrant card at the assembled crowd.

“OK folks, happy hour’s over – we’ll deal with him now”

Grumbles, and mutters came out of the crowd.

“Shame”

“Poor old Guy”

“Police brutality, that’s what that was”

“Yes, and if you don’t move along I’ll show you some more – so move along – now”

Gerry turned to Alice and spoke softly.

“Let get out of here now, I don’t like the look of this lot – someone’s bound to phone in a complaint!”

In a trice, Silas was slung over Gerry’s shoulder, and the desperado’s scurried away to their escape vehicle.

Alice flashed her eyes up to the rear view mirror as she pulled away. Sure enough, an irate shopper was in intense conversation with a security guard. The guard spoke rapidly into his walky-talky.

“Oh shit, now that’s a really good way to avoid attention” Geo commented needlessly.

“WILL YOU SHUT UP!” the shout erupted simultaneously from Gerry and Alice.

Geo stuck out her tongue, and slowly worked her busy hand down inside the front of her shorts. 

‘In the company of wankers, I may as well wank’ she thought, seething internally, but not daring to voice her contempt.

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Chapter 7: The web widens

Bowen stretched his cramped arms and sighed in satisfaction, the web designers had finalised the front end, and the code was at last in place. Tonight he would roll out the local test; if that was a success, the pod plant down on Salisbury plain could be activated, and the vector would have access to the whole of this insignificant island. Bowen thought back to the planning session he had undertaken; the doubts his opponents had voiced, about giving him his first planet to subjugate. There would be no doubts soon. His plan was perfect. Bowen fell into reflective thought.

‘By picking this small secretive island I have given myself the ideal cover. The Council had wanted to infiltrate America, fools! The American’s had a transparent political system – well, transparent compared to this restricted Isle. I had no problem diverting funds, burying the construction plans in committee after committee, and finally subverting the planning application.’ Bowen grinned.

‘What an easily led place this is; and as for finding a corrupt businessman, child’s play, Geraint had beat a hasty path to the Ministries door, just as soon as he got wind of the contract’ 

Bowen’s smile diminished as he shook his thoughts away, and concentrated back on the flickering screen. The friendly script emblazoned a welcome and its promise.

‘Webb’s Industries invite you to join us in fundamental research! Change the face of the Planet. For a small investment of your computer’s time you can further science, AND TAKE A FREE ONE-MONTH HOLIDAY ANWHERE IN THE WORLD – NO EXPENSE SPARED! Do you qualify? – Complete our short survey to check.’

Bowen nodded, and picked up the phone, he jabbed a few buttons with gusto.

“John, it’s ready – now remind me, what’s the tag – just how do we get them to the site?”

“I’ve organised that sir, we’ve paid for a flash advert on the BBC’s and ITV’s websites – it just details the holiday – our trap is just one click away!” John replied in a self assured tone.

“Fine, well done! You will be rewarded well,” Bowen paused, feeling for once the weight of history on his shoulders, “Webb’s wonderful web – GO LIVE!” His voice peaked, crackling with excitement.

“Done, WWW is live, and receiving it’s first hits” John reported.

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Josh was bored, another dull day in sleepy Norwich, nothing ever happened around here! Since Lynn had dumped him, his life was just one long ache. Josh struggled out of bed, and glanced at the clock, 16:54 at least the evening was nearly here, there was some footy on Sky later - a short, but welcome distraction. Josh sneered as he heard giggles mixed with the sound of 'Pink' emanating from his sister’s room next door. She had guests again, Josh wondered idly who it would be this time, maybe Emma, she was cool or Julia - now that was one fit lady. 

Josh shrugged, not that it mattered, as a younger brother he would never score with any of Mandy's friends. Josh pulled on his jeans, threw on his least creased t-shirt and plodded barefooted downstairs. A quick visit to the kitchen saw him emerge, smiling, with a full glass of OJ and a pork pie. Josh walked into the front room and plonked himself down on to a swivel chair, in front of the PC. Without any enthusiasm he clicked on the large blue 'e' on the desktop.

The BBC homepage appeared before his weary pupils, Josh yawned, 'Dad you are so, middle class - couldn't you find something better than this as a home page?' Josh was just about to check out the football news when he noticed the ad; he read it to himself out aloud.

"TAKE A FREE ONE-MONTH HOLIDAY ANWHERE IN THE WORLD – NO EXPENSE SPARED! Do you qualify? – Complete our short survey to check!"

'Must be one hell of a catch, Huh, I bet I wouldn't qualify!' Josh though – still, he followed the link.

It looked simple enough, 'OK, let's see'

Age: 16
Post Code: NR1 2NZ
Do you have 2 or more friends who would like to travel with you?: Yes
Can you travel at a moments notice?: Yes
Do you have any commitments over the next month? No

Josh pressed submit and waited...

Pre-qualification complete, status provisional acceptance; please confirm the following:

Sex: Male
Any disabilities?: No
Are you currently at your home postcode?: Yes
Can you confirm your house number?: 35

Josh pressed submit and waited...

'Full acceptance confirmed, please wait for the video to load, do not leave this page. Leaving the page automatically disqualifies you from the holiday offer...'

Josh watched the status bar slowly move.

'Holiday offer - this has got to be timeshare - still it's not as if they can make me do it!' Josh smiled at the thought of anyone forcing him to do anything. His parent’s had finally learnt that, and had left him at home with Mandy - while they explored the Châteaux of the Loire, thankfully alone.

Josh's attention was drawn back to the screen.

'Webb’s Industries wishes to confirm your free one month holiday, please give the video your full attention for further details"

Josh blinked as the screen blanked; it was replaced by a mass of swirling colours 'Weird intro, but pretty cool...' Josh concentrated on the screen, waiting for the video selling to kick in. It never did. Josh's eyes stayed fixed, staring, his now open mind dumbly accepting the instructions, preparing for the vector. 

Minutes passed, eventually Josh moved his arms; he typed, and clicked the submit button. Josh stood and shuffled towards the door, behind him one line of writing flashed on the computer’s screen, it read 'Please get your travelling companions, and show them the next video'.

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Petunia excused herself from Liz and Simon’s pleasant company, and walked along the jostling carriage towards the lavatory. She was doubly uncomfortable, one she detested these modern unisex toilets, and two, she was not going to use it solely for its intended purpose. Petunia had two urges competing in her ‘lower regions’, the first an urge to urinate and the other, a burning desire to masturbate.

Entering the cramped cubicle Petunia sat astride the plastic pedestal, her urgent hands pulled the underwear clear of her sopping channel. Impatient fingers were warmed by a steady flow of urine, trickling over them. She explored her slick labia, ignoring the stream of pee. Petunia's mind was at once repulsed, but excited by the deeply unsavoury act. Overwhelming desire directed her other hand, and it snaked up her stomach to the slopes of her heaving breasts. It did not take long; Petunia bit her bottom lip hard – the pain only just stopped her from freely signalling her total abandonment to her fellow passengers.

There was a gentle knock on the lavatory door, Petunia’s eyes flew open, and her face flushed deep pink. Flustered and embarrassed she called back, in as restrained a voice as she could.

“Coming!” the irony of her phrase panicked her further.

‘Oh god, did they hear, what is wrong with me today – I haven’t abused myself since I was a girl’ Petunia’s thoughts went into freefall; she hurriedly made herself presentable. Finally she unlocked the door.

“I really am most sor…” Petunia never finished her sentence.

Strong hands gripped her shoulders and forced her back into the cubicle.

“Simon, what are you…” Petunia protested.

“Shut up bitch, you are my bitch – I am your master, do you understand?” Simon growled, his purple eyes boring into Petunia’s soul.
 
“I understand, but…” Petunia began, hesitating.

“There are no buts, you are a bitch, my bitch. To all others you are a Mistress. But to me a slave, a bitch, yes?” Simon asked sternly.

Petunia’s eyes hardened.

“Yes, I am a bitch, I have always wanted to be a bitch, yes Simon” the uncertainty had gone.

“Good, now service you master - bitch” Simon pressed his hands firmly down on Petunia’s shoulders.

Petunia crouched; unworried by her contorted body she curved her form around the inconveniently positioned pedestal. She gripped the tab on Simon’s zipper and started to pull.

“Use your teeth, not your fingers” Simon chided.

Petunia crushed her elegant mouth against the bulge in Simon’s trousers, and nibbled upwards, searching for the small metal protrusion. Her teeth found it and bit hard, moving her head swiftly she drew the zip down. Simon’s hot organ thrust out, rubbing against her cool cheek, she gazed at it lovingly. Her eyes widened in delight at its trembling girth. Simon’s hands drew her steadily up; he positioned her moistened lips at the pulsing head of his shaft.

“Service me, yesss!” Simon cooed, as the small room flashed purple.

Without hesitation Petunia gobbled down the straining stem, pausing only once, as the solid tip grazed past her widened throat. Petunia slipped her fluid tongue past the base of Simon’s cock and traced its tip over the puckered skin of his dancing balls. Slowly her hands slid over his muscled thighs, the fingertips were targeting Simon’s spasming anus. 

Fleetingly Petunia wondered at her daring, feeling the velvet grip of Simon’s muscles on her fingers as she drove on towards his waiting prostate.

‘How can I do this – how do I know?’ 

All Petunia's doubts receded, as Simon pulled his knarled shaft across her writhing tongue; sensations were all that mattered. Simon was here to be serviced, to be enjoyed. Simon pushed his hips forward once more; from nowhere a white-hot pain exploded in Petunia’s throat, she almost fell, feeling the call of welcome oblivion. However, she did not. Simon pulled his shrinking organ roughly away from Petunia’s gasping mouth.

“You are strong, excellent, now remember, you are the bitch, The Mistress, yesss? Simon spoke quietly now.

“The Mistress, the bitch! Yesss!” Petunia repeated, breathing hard.

There was another flash, Simon tidied his attire and left the cubicle without another word.

Petunia stayed, waiting, patiently, for her first slave to enter the lair.
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Chapter 8: First aid and more.

Silas felt awful, his head ached, and the world swayed and rolled nosily. He groaned in protest, and immediately felt a warm lick wash his wakening face.

“Hey!” Geo paused for effect, “our trampy man is back in the world of the living.”

Gerry growled at the old guy from the front of the Explorer.

“OK, Mr. Just who the hell are you, and how do you know us?”

“Please, calm down - I’m sorry if I was rude earlier but it’s been an odd few days,” Silas paused, “I’m Silas Blanton – a couple of nights ago I saw you and you friends, by complete accident, and very exciting it was. But all in all I’d rather I’d never seen your orgy – it’s cost me too much!”

Alice spoke calmly.

“What has it cost you Silas?”

“Damn monsters got me, reptile things, beat me up bad – buried me alive. If it hadn’t of been for good ole Shep here, I would’ve been a goner” Silas, ruffled Shep’s fur as he talked.

“Oh well done, good ole Shep,” Gerry snapped, “when can we dump this old fart, and get on with saving Pam?” 

“Soon, but there’s no need to be so unkind – it’s not Silas’s fault!” Alice defended the shaky old guy.

“Why do you need to save someone? Is she one of your friends?” Silas asked, his eyes twinkling.

“Yes and she’s been hurt by the same bastards that knocked you out! She’s dying – and you fart breath have held us up!” Gerry spat.

“Do not address me in that way Geraldine” a new voice thundered from deep within Silas.

Gerry’s jaw dropped, she gaped, in wonder, at Silas.

“Dad, Daddy is that you?” she barely whispered.

Silas returned Gerry’s dumbfounded expression.

“I don’t know who that was, but I do know I’m your friends only hope. In fact I’m the world’s only hope,” Silas’s eyes clouded with tears, “what’s happening to me? I’m going mad!”

“It sure sounds like it Grandpa,” Geo replied, pulling Shep protectively to her side.

“I’m not so sure Geo, that voice was my fathers, Geraint Jones. I can’t be mistaken. Shit, I don’t understand it either, but I think the sad old fart is important.” Gerry blinked, still recovering her composure.

“Whatever’s going on, we stay together and save Pam!” Alice ordered.

Three voices replied as if they were one.

“Agreed!”

Shep yelped in chorus, and laughter temporarily filled the explorers interior.

“I think we’ve got a team – a bit of an odd one, but it's still a team!” Gerry observed, with the wryest of smiles.

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Mandy lay on the bed, eyes closed, listening to the CD reach its end. As 'Is it love' faded away, her relaxation was rudely interrupted.

"Mand, I think you brother wants something" Julia's voice cut in, sounding oddly amused.

"What is it, dogbreath?" Mandy asked rolling over to scowl at her brother.

Josh stood framed in the doorway, his usual scruffy self, usual except for one prominent feature. He seemed blissfully unaware, but a massive boner distorted his jeans. Josh spoke quietly.

"I've got something to show you, on the PC!"

"Oh, little Josh! Have we found the porn then?" Mandy teased, nodding towards his bobbing crouch.

Julia let out a stifled snort of derision.

"No, not that, I've won a holiday, a month long holiday anywhere I like" Josh replied.

"It'll be a con,” Julia giggled.

"No it’s not! Anywhere in the world, for a month - with two friends I pick. I did wonder about you two but if..." Josh's sentence was cut off.

"We'll come and see, but it better be good, and not one of your wind ups!" Mandy warned her younger sibling.

"You'll see" said Josh, already starting to wonder if he should have asked Mandy at all.

Sure enough they did see, Mandy pulled a chair over for Julia, and examined the screen.

'Please get your travelling companions, and show them the next video'

Mandy clicked the 'Present' button and waited.

'Your friend 'Josh' has won a month long holiday to any location in the world!'

'The great news is he wants you to come with him. Do you want to?'

Mandy grinned, and gave Julia an unseen wink before pressing the 'yes' button. Mandy was still sure this was some spoof site that Josh had found; but she might as well go along with the joke for now.

'Just a few questions to confirm your suitability:'

# Travelling with winner: 2
Sex of Traveller 1: Female
Age of Traveller 1: 19
Sex of 2nd traveller (If exist): Female
Age of 2nd traveller: 20
Sex of 3rd traveller (If exist): 
Age of 3rd traveller:
Note maximum # of travellers is 4, minimum is 1.

Mandy pressed submit.

'Additional travellers accepted, please answer the following:'

Any disabilities (traveller 1 or 2)?: No
Are you able to travel immediately?: Yes
Do you have any commitments over the next month? No

Mandy pressed submit.

'Full acceptance confirmed, please wait for the video to load, do not leave this page. Leaving the page automatically disqualifies you from the holiday offer...'

Mandy, waited expecting the joke to appear any second, it didn't. Instead pictures of pyramids, pounding waterfalls and Jet Ski’s have filled the screen. Finally the camera swept across the surface of an azure blue sea. The camera angle changed, and the view plunged into the depths of the sea. Swirling colours filled the monitor, enticing Mandy and Julia to gaze into the depths of the massive swell of shades. Soon the girls were carried away by the unfelt currents, drawn ever deeper into the waters mysterious flow.

Josh stood back from the mesmerised pair, his right hand fidgeted with his fly, gently he prized his swollen dick from its hiding place. He massaged his savagely erect penis in time with the colours fluctuating wildly before him. Josh manipulated his loose foreskin with practiced ease, spreading the droplet of dew from the tip to the hardened head of his cock. Josh bucked, 'Slow down boy, make it last - who knows when you will get a chance like this again!' his thoughts pounded through lust misted senses. 

Josh looked away from his knob, and almost lost his load; Mandy and Julia were busily engaged in mutual masturbation. Each girl had one hand busily working, buried deeply in the lap of the other. Josh felt his orgasm building towards the unstoppable, only to subside momentarily, and race onwards. As he watched, Julia swung her face towards Mandy, and they kissed. It was a virgin kiss, but it was far from virginal, Josh could see their tongues feasting on each other. 

His bollocks surged, there was no holding back this time! Josh spasmed, as jets of thick ejaculate tore from his body, arcing high in the air before splashing on to the embracing girl's faces. The kiss was reluctantly broken, and the writhing pair slowly lapped tears of Josh's abundant jism from each other’s saturated cheeks.

So their joint journey began, it would take them to unseen, unknown places in the world of sexuality - just as the advertisement had promised.

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Tears trickled down Lorraine’s puffy cheeks, she intended her question to be unspoken, but tension prevented that.

“Christ almighty, where the hell are they? I don’t think she’ll hang on much longer!”

“I’m tougher than you think, Lorri, I’ll be around for a while yet,” Pam spluttered.

“You’re conscious! I was beginning to think…” Lorraine didn’t finish her words.

“Not yet, not for a while anyway, god I feel cold!” Pam shivered in Lorraine’s cradling arms.

Lorraine instinctively drew Pam closer to her body.

“You’ll make it, don’t worry. They’ll be here any time, you’ll see” Lorraine promised, pausing to brush the remaining salty droplets from her eyelashes.

“Just in case I don’t, can I ask you a favour?” Pam whispered.

“Sure, ask away, I’m all ears,” replied Lorraine.

“From down, here I got the impression you were all boobs!” Pam joked weakly.

“What do you want to say love, before it’s too…” again Lorraine held her words back.

“Late?” Pam sighed; her eyes flickered closed.

Lorraine felt Pam’s body slump in her arms, she watched her smashed chest for any sign of breathing; there was none. Lorraine’s head fell and silver tears hung still, before plummeting on to her comrade’s corpse.

Chapter nine: Comeback

Silas groaned loudly, and bent forward in his seat.

“Are you OK?” Gerry asked, her concern genuine, for once.

“I am, but your friend is not, step on it Alice – Put your foot down!” Silas virtually screamed, his face a mask of agony.

“I’m doing 80 now, there’s only a couple of miles to go!” Alice snapped back.

“If you want me to save her, get us there NOW!” this time Silas did scream.

Alice’s gaze shot to the rear view mirror, Silas’s face was puce; tears welled up, before streaming down his wizened face. Alice’s right foot pressed down, until the pedal met the floor. Shep whimpered and hid under Geo’s protective arm. The explorer slewed around the final bend before shooting into the cottages short drive, gushes of gravel liberally dashed the front of Alice’s home.

Lorraine jumped, panicked by a machine gun noise; she rushed from Pam’s side to the window. A vehicle had pulled into the drive; Lorraine flew into a blind fury and hurtled towards the door. She threw it open and screamed at the unwelcome visitors.

“Come back to finish me off have you! I’ll tear you bastards limb from limb, you lousy, murdering, fucking lizards!”

The shock on Alice’s pale face was plain, and through the red mist Lorraine heard her friends voice crack.

“Pam’s dead? Oh no…” Alice uttered, as she clasped onto an ashen-faced Gerry for support.

“Yes, a couple of minutes ago…” Lorraine never finished her sentence.

Silas forced his way through the throng at the door, sending Lorraine sprawling in the hallway. She let out a squeal of protest and annoyance.

“What the fu…” Lorraine gasped.

“Meet the incredible Silas, if anyone can save Pam I think it’s him!” Gerry advised Lorraine.

“That old tramp?” Lorraine asked.

“He’s a bit more than that, I hope…” Gerry smiled.

Silas wasted no time; he tore through the hallway and knelt at Pam’s side. In one swift movement he plunged both of his hands into the gaping hole between Pam’s ruined breasts.

“Stop him, it’s obscene!” Lorraine shouted, scrambling from the floor.

Geo stepped forward to halt her.

“Let him work, Lorraine, let him work”

Lorraine went to brush the slight teenager out of her way a savage growl halted her. Wide-eyed she stared straight into the vicious eyes of a snarling dog that had appeared, as if from nowhere. Lorraine had no doubt in her mind; one step further and this enraged animal would maul her. Paralysed with fear, and helpless, she watched the mad old man grope around in Pam’s lifeless body.

Silas held Pam’s still heart in his hands, his vision blurred – it looked to him as if for all the world the dead organ had started to beat. With each beat the purple glow emanating from the heart’s very centre increased. As the glow widened, it flowed out, to finally encase both Silas’s and Pam’s bodies. 

Silas felt his consciousness slip away; he was no longer in control of his body. He watched his hands move, replacing the pulsing heart and leaving the girls corpse. Before his incredulous eyes Pam’s ribcage, muscles and finally skin knitted together. She looked perfect, untouched, and even virginal. 

Silas was now aware of his manhood straining for release against the rough cloth of his trousers. His mesmerised hands freed the throbbing stalk, and it spewed a healing cargo onto Pam’s fresh young body. The glow now filled the room; Silas gave voice to his howling passion, and then spoke in dark tones.

“Move into the light, all of you – move into the light! Join with us, join with us - of the resistance!”

Gerry’s eyes clouded for a second, her fathers voice speaking to her from beyond the grave. Slowly, tentatively she moved forward, glancing at the others; smiling reassurance they followed her.

Shep turned his back on the glowing room, his instructions unheard, but clear. Without question the dog moved to the open cottage door; he stood guard, protecting the huddled few, the worlds last hope from them – the hated one’s.

Several miles away Bowen stirred from his fitful slumber, his slumped form stirrered. He sensed it; he knew, ‘Those bungling fools – what have they done?’ Bowen’s face twisted with rage; this was most definitely not in the plan. 

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Petunia pressed her groin down into the face of her nameless blonde slave, her plan had worked perfectly – trapping her a lithe you woman to pervert. She blew her cheeks out with passion as the insistent nibbling of her distended clitoral bud took her every closer to a mind numbing orgasm. 

Petunia shifted her weight on the toilet seat and wrapped one smooth, tanned leg tightly around the girl, forcing her to let out a muffled cry, struggling to breathe. Without pity or care Petunia dug her stiletto heel harder into the young woman’s back, she smiled and watched the dark red stain spread on the white summer blouse.

Idly Petunia wrapped her fingers in the bobbing peroxide hair, she tugged savagely – pulling the gasping girl clear of her spasming vulva.

“My little gift, just for you - so you won’t forget me” Petunia giggled, straining visibly.

Petunia watched the teenagers wide blue eyes widen even further, her urine hit the girl full force in the face. She didn’t even flinch; she simply moved to ensure she could capture her mistress’s entire gift with her thirsty mouth. Petunia managed to keep her eyes open long enough to see the purple tinged fluid fill, and then overflow her supplicant’s mouth. The force of her climax threw her off the thin plastic seat, and she ground her copious ejaculate on to her slave’s pretty features.

Spent, and momentarily sated Petunia stood, throwing the youngster roughly to the floor. In a second her clothing was smoothed down and Petunia strode confidently past the crumpled girl on the floor. The tearful face turned upwards, desperate pleading filled the wet eyes. The girl dared to whisper her request.

“Wh…What about me, I need to come”

“Your desires are of no interest to me, you exist only to serve me” Petunia spat her word with venom.

The girl sat up on the floor, trying to make sense of the pain filled experience she had just endured.

‘Why am I so turned on? How did she make me…’ Her face crumpled again ‘I am Linda, I am not a slave – not to that perverted bitch’

Linda pulled herself up by the rim of the miniature basin, once upright she slurped mouthfuls of cold water – trying to wash the woman’s taste from her sullied mouth. An odd though struck her.

‘I don’t even know her name! My mistress…’ her feature’s contorted as she struggled with the concept, ‘I am not a slave, I am not a slave!’

Linda checked her makeup in the mirror, and washed away the worst of the smears. Her bright eyes flashed, she was feeling stronger.

‘I will get through this, I am Linda, and I am a slave’ Linda smiled, it really didn’t seem that odd a thought any more.

The door beside her left arm swung inwards, slamming hard into her bent elbow.

“Oh excuse me! I’m so sorry, how embarrassing for you!”

Linda locked eyes with the pink-faced young clergyman.
 
‘Ask, and god will provide’ Linda’s thought thundered.

Linda’s hand grabbed his in a vice-like grip. One quick, painful flick of Linda’s new musculature later, she sat astride the shocked vicar. Lascivious delight shimmered on her face, as she felt his organ swell against her grinding crotch. Linda fell forward and filled his wide-open mouth with her flickering tongue. He groaned, and pushed her away with all his might.

“For god’s sake, I’m married and I’m a man of god – have you no soul?” he grunted.

His first reply was a savage blow, a hard backhanded swipe that twisted his head violently, and left him temporarily stunned.

Through a haze of pain he heard her chilling verbal reply.

“Married, well you can introduce me to your wife later. No I have no soul, none at all – soon you won’t either!”

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Silas sat quietly, watching his second lesbian floor show of the week. Slowly he massaged his foreskin over his distended knob, as turned on as he was, he could not come. Frustration burned in him, cramping his muscles, and cascading sheets of sweat over his wrinkled face. As he writhed in his private hell, Gerry left the orgy and walked calmly towards the feverishly masturbating man.

“Silas, do you need some help with that?” She asked, almost coyly.

“Do you think you should, isn’t it a bit…?” Silas voice was cut short by a grunt of desire.

Gerry heard her fathers voice buried in Silas’s, and shivered in forbidden lust.

“No I don’t suppose I should for one moment, but then again…” 

Gerry’s lips pressed against the head of Silas’s rampant member. Silas arched as his full length slipped past Gerry’s teasing lips. The velvet touch of Gerry’s tongue drew him to full erection. Before he could move, Gerry shifted, spread her long legs akimbo and drove Silas’s penis deep into her waiting cunt. The mismatched couple flew into frenzy, in seconds both exploded in mutual bliss. The room was filled with unearthly cries; cries from the darkest part of deep space.

Silas, threw his lover to one side, he rose and bellowed his triumph.

“The resistance is reborn! Justice will prevail – death to all mutants.

Five shocked faces turned in unison, questions burned in their eyes. Questions that would have to wait for an answer, there was work to be done!

 
Chapter 10: Caught!

Bowen cursed as he ran his grey eyes over his team.

‘One of you is a traitor, but which one?’ he muttered.

Dark thoughts of revenge stirred in Bowen’s mind, and his brow tightened into a knot. He snarled, and sliced a knife across the palm of his right hand.

Without any emotion, he squeezed his injured hand into a fist, and pumped fresh red blood into a universal bottle. Once filled, he awkwardly tightened the cap, and tied a clean handkerchief around his wound, tying it with his clenched teeth. Throughout the odd ritual Bowen said nothing, he simply glared his hatred for all to see.

“I will take a sample from each of you, in the same way. It is the only way to be sure!” Bowen announced, pronouncing each word with great precision.

Simon dared to speak.

“To be sure of what?”

“Your undying loyalty” replied Bowen sullenly

“But you have that already, Mr Bowen” Ash protested.

“Ah, but do I, do I? I know one of you is an infiltrator,” Bowen paused for effect, continually scanning the confused faces before him, “and that one is about to die – to be banished”

Not one flicker of doubt crossed any of the faces; Bowen cursed again, less softly this time.

“So be it, we will do this the hard way, come Simon you first.” Bowen ordered.

Simon walked calmly up to Bowen and extended his right hand, palm side up. In a trice it was sliced open, and Simon dutifully filled his pre-labelled universal.

So it continued, as one at a time the team came up to their leader, each one certain of their loyalty to him and the cause. Soon 15 universals were lined up, each full to the brim of Gul’nathan blood. Bowen quickly transformed, and as An'natha stretched out his bandaged claw to grab nine of the bottles.

“Males first this time I think! I trust you less, yesss!” An'natha wheezed, throwing the bottles into the canteen microwave.

His left claw set the time and then hit the square blue button.

“We shall soon know,” An'natha grinned an awful smile, “shan’t we, Simon.”

Simon paled.

“I am loyal, An'natha – I swear” Simon pleaded.

The microwave stopped with a bright ‘ping’. An'natha swung to face Simon.

“So you are, so you all are!”  An'natha gave away his surprise.

The muscled reptile swung his attention to the females.

“You disappoint me, to think that the resistance would chose a female to undermine me – what treachery – how you will suffer, yesss”

The remaining six bottles were dashed into the waiting oven without ceremony. Once again An’natha pressed the blue button. The oven started to rock, and one of the vials expanded violently then splintered, rivulets of blood streamed around the inside of the oven apparently searching for any refuge.

An'natha bent forward with glee, he howled with cruel laughter.

“Die, you blasted shape-shifter, DIE!”

As An'natha watched, the rivulets fizzed, and spluttered; finally turning to dry, dark, lifeless stains on the steel interior of the oven.

“Simon, loyal Simon, take out each of the remaining bottles and read out the name on it clearly for us all to hear” An'natha ordered regally.

Simon rifled through the hot bottles,

“Erm, Liz, Petunia, Julia, Candice & Linda” read Simon aloud.

“Which, just leaves our infiltrator, our resistance shape-shifter – June, YESSS; June isss the traitoressss!

All 14 pairs of eyes swung, and settled with a grim determination on June.

June screamed and screamed.

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Silas stood alone in the deserted bathroom gazing into the mirror.

‘What have I become? Who am I? Can I escape?’

The questions flooded through his confused brain; absent-mindedly he noticed some wilting flowers on the shelf near him.

‘They need water, shame to let them wilt’ Silas thought

As he turned to grasp the flowers he sent a purple hued box flying, the lid flipped off, and chocolates cascaded freely into the bath. Silas bent down carefully retrieving each one; ignoring his rumbling stomach he returned them safely to the correct positions in the box. 

Silas straightened up, and was confronted by a strange man staring at him from the bathroom mirror. He froze, as did the man, he moved, as did the man. Then the thought struck home.

‘I am that man, I’ve gone!’ 

Silas panicked, and his sanity took flight. In an instant he was down the stairs, and out of the front door. He ran, he ran for his life, with Shep in his wake - vainly attempting to keep up with Silas’s demented pace.

In the kitchen Georgie was in a deep, passionate embrace with Gerry, revelling in the sensation of her nipples engorging to the pulse of her darting tongue. As she shifted, the hard buds of Gerry’s tits dragged evilly against hers. Geo sighed and opened her eyes to check if Gerry’s were closed. They were, it must be love! Geo registered something flit across her vision, it was Silas! Where was he going in such a rush?

“Shit Geo, you bit my tongue – I think it’s bleeding, damn! Take it easy will you…” Gerry mumbled, though partly closed fingers.

“Silas, wait – where are you going?” Geo called, as she hurtled after him.

Silas looked back over his shoulder, the young girl was gaining on him, and she’d already passed Shep, who limped along gamely. Silas drew another ragged breath and tried to accelerate. He had nothing left, the adrenalin was burning out, and his lifestyle started to take its toll. Puffing loudly he swung around the turn in the lane, and dropped his left foot into a rabbit hole. As Silas flew vertically along the road he had an odd thought.

‘This is going to hurt’

Silas was right; the pain hit him like a sledgehammer - the road finally rose up to meet his right shoulder. He fell like a rag doll, and crumpled into an unmoving heap on the roadside.

Geo stood over the tramp’s shattered body, struggling to get her breath, and keep the tears at bay. Shep arrived, and snuggled up to his fallen master, his pink tongue flashing against the white stubble of Silas’s still cheek.

Panting hard, Geo asked the dog a pointless question.

“Is he OK, Shep, Shep is Silas - dead?”

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June heard her own screams, and then she felt something – something moved inside her. 

Geraint’s offspring moved for the first time, then he bonded with his mother. The world around June grew dark. She could still see the others, but only just. Dimly she could make out the confusion on their faces.

“Where the hell did Geraint come from, he’s dead – I know he’s dead!” Simon shouted with surprise.

“Kill the shape-shifter, kill it now!!” An'natha roared.

June’s vision narrowed; she seemed to be peering down a long shiny pipe. From nowhere, the desire to flee permeated her. Every fibre of her being cried for escape! She rammed hard into the ranks of confused bodies in front of her, sending them scattering. June could see the carnage, the limbs flailing, the bodies flying away from her with startled, bruised faces. 

Soon she was out of the room, and then out of the complex – she raced for cover, dashing into a copse of trees. She stopped and stood still, adsorbing her form over the trunk of the largest tree she could find, her shape shifted, and the camouflage was complete.

June watched the search party cover the ground, and felt Ash as he lent on her bark-like skin. For the first time that touch made her aware of the pure evil contained in the soul of a mutant. Then she knew, she knew for sure, these were her enemies; she could never return to their ranks. 

She had to find Geraint. Silently she bonded with her offspring once again. She could feel Geraint; feel the very essence of Ger’natha. He was close, but why was his essence so weak? Fear gripped her heart; her offspring’s pulse beat in her head. Ger’natha was dying! She dared not move, but staying hidden was torture, she could feel every drop of Ger’natha’s essence that was spilt.

An'natha roared his displeasure; he screamed his instructions in a voice bordering on insanity.

“Inside, let her go, we must prepare, and prepare well – she will be back – with others!”

An'natha strode through the building and burst into the main lab. John gasped as his feet left contact with the floor, An'natha held him dangling, and gasping for every badly needed breath.

“No more games, strip out the questionnaire, and make it live – MAKE W.W.W FULLY LIVE NOW! I NEED AN ARMY” An'natha spat.

He dropped the stunned scientist without a second thought, and rushed back, full of venom to berate his unfortunate underlings.

John picked himself up and dusted down his lab coat.
 
‘Maybe I’ll remind him about my reward tomorrow’ John thought, before scurrying away to the server.

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Chapter 11: Family values

June waited, every second etching itself into her memory. Slowly she unwound herself from the tree, she would miss the tree – she had become quite fond of it.

‘How can I be fond of a tree? How can I sense its soul? Does it have a soul?’ 

June’s mind reeled with new input, new awareness’s – too much information. Panting heavily, she stood beside her beloved tree; her eye’s scanned the darkening car park for her Clio. She located it, and moved, no flowed towards it. In a second it was started and June floored the accelerator. 

Freedom beckoned; June drove at breakneck speed though the restricted site. As she approached the barrier, a guard appeared from the hut, gun drawn and at the ready. June closed her eyes and pressed down hard on the accelerator for a second time.

She felt the jolt as her car smashed into the guard, then a smaller second impact as the barrier pole snapped. Opening her eyes, June glanced in the rear view mirror at the wreckage and casualty she left behind. She swallowed hard, and blinked away salty tears. Her senses drew her onward, forever towards Ger’natha’s diminishing presence.

Back in the cottage, a cluster of concerned women surrounded Silas. Alice kept her fingers still, against the weak pulse.

“Well?” asked an impatient Geo.

“He’s dying Geo, his shoulder is smashed – I think he’s punctured a lung – Silas is old, and he’s giving up,” Alice murmured.

“No, he can’t die, we need him!” Geo wailed, cradling Shep softly to her side.

Gerry reached out to stroke the girls tangled hair.

“Let him go, it’s for the best…”

A sharp rapping at the door interrupted her words.

“I’ll get rid off them, whoever it is!” Gerry offered, and strode purposefully to the door.

Gerry swung open the door with confidence, and then her words froze on her lips.

“Dad…”

“No I’m June, is Geraint here?”

“Geraint, you’re Geraint!” Gerry mouthed.

“No, listen, I’m June, I’m looking for Geraint, Ger’natha, whoever – it’s important, he’s dying!”

“Silas, you mean Silas?” Gerry asked, her eyes straining to comprehend what she was seeing.

“Is this Silas, dying?”

“Yes…”

It was Gerry’s turn to be flung aside, she sat motionless on the floor watching her dead father rush to Silas’s aid. 

‘The world has gone crazy, or is it me?’ the single thought echoed through Gerry’s recoiling mind, on and on.

The living room door exploded and June rushed in, ignoring the screams and hands clawing her back, she grasped Silas firmly. June kissed the repulsive shattered old man with all her passion, willing him back to reality.

Alice and the others gawped, at the sight of one aged man apparently about to mount another. Then the room swam around them. The bodies before them changed, now two identical men kissed – two lust-crazed Geraint’s tore away their clothes. 

Then, all became clear; a heavily pregnant woman mounted Geraint and coupled with him, for all she was worth. Geraint bucked, and crashed to orgasm, burying his head in the woman’s ample cleavage. June hugged him tightly to her body, and then slowly eased his body back down.

Silas lay beneath June, sleeping like a baby, peaceful and fully restored. The resistance had its first family. 

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Chapter 12: Come one, come all.

Gregory Smiley whistled softly as he bundled the next load of bed clothes into the battered drum of the ancient washing machine. He straightened up, grimacing at the twinge in his lower back.

‘Be housemaid’s knee next’ he thought, tutting under his breath as he trudged off to climb the stairs for the umpteenth time. He eyed the hall clock as he passed it 11:00.

‘Soon be time to get lunch on’ Greg mused, steadying the clinking teacup.

As Greg reached the top step, his routine was disrupted by the urgent sound of the doorbell. He completed his ascent, plonked the steaming tea on the landing table and started his descent. Part of him was inconvenienced by the untimely interruption; most of him was delighted, as always, by any unexpected event.

He paced across the small hallway and swung the door wide open. He stared impolitely at the unknown visitor.

“I don’t buy at the door madam, and I already have a religion thank you” Greg uttered with a practiced sigh.

“I know you do Mr Smiley, I am from St Mary’s” the woman spoke in a reverential tone.

“Do I know you? You’re not one of the congregation.” Greg’s jaw dropped slack, “They’ve finally done it haven’t they – a woman vicar…Sorry but I think it’s sacrilege”

“Mr Smiley, I am the pastors wife. I am taking a more active role in the parish.” Candice paused, waiting while her words sank in “My husband told me you hadn’t been to Sunday service for some weeks so I popped around, to see if I could help!”

The fire and certainty vanished from Greg’s cool blue eyes, and when eventually he spoke; it was in a broken whisper.

“I am so sorry, I’m not usually this rude… things have been so difficult lately…”

“Don’t be silly,” cooed Candice, striding into the unkempt house “How is your Mother?”

“Mother, mum – she’s poorly, you know since the stroke…”

“Where is she Gregory? Maybe I can give her some cheer?” Candice asked, in sugar coated words.

“She’s in the main bedroom upstairs, I was just getting her a cup of tea when…” Greg’s sentence was cut short, by the fragrant passing of a very determined Candice.

He swung around in panic, his mouth working silently as he watched the tweed covered cheeks saunter up the stairs.

“Ummm, it’s not very presentable up there…” Greg called, trying in vain to stop her mesmerising upwards march.

“Don’t be silly Gregory, I’ve seen it all before” Candice announced with a backwards wave of her slim hand.

Candice smiled a secret smile.

‘I somehow doubt that you have seen as much as I have’ she thought, with some relish.

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Alice listened to June's mounting screams; this was agony, did the first always take this long? It seemed to Alice that the girl had been in labour for months. In fact it was hours, long hours, but still only hours. Silas banishing her from her own bedroom, while June suffered, with only the old tramp for support, worsened the frustration. A piercing scream rent the air of Alice’s cottage, followed by an unearthly silence.

Alice dashed to the bedroom door and pummelled it with her white knuckled fists.

“Silas, what the hell is going on? Let me in! June needs me…”

Alice’s shout was cut short, the door swung open and a weary Silas popped out his tattered head.

“Shhhh, she's sleeping. It’s OK, everything's fine. We need to let them rest now!” he whispered, conspiratorially.

“Why isn’t the baby crying? There’s something wrong isn’t there Silas?” Alice pleaded, tears streaming over her flushed cheeks.

“There’s nothing wrong, now let them rest and come with me… I need to talk to you all – Downstairs!” Silas’s voice hardened its edge on the last word.

Alice’s eyes widened, trying to appease the old man, but it was no use, he led her away from her friend and towards the stairs.

Soon Alice sat with the others, schoolgirl-like in a semi-circle, gazing at Silas, and waiting for his pronouncement. Silas closed his eyes, tipped his head back as far as it would go and let out a long sigh. When he looked back at his assembled team, his eyes glowed with passion.

“We assembled here, are the last of the true C’phu, the only hope for this world and many others. We, us few, must find allies and wipe out the Gul’nathan scum!” Silas pronounced each word crisply

“Wipe out the what?” asked Gerry, as direct as ever.

“The Gul’nathan’s, the lizards! Foul perverters of the C’phu. We C’phu are an ancient and noble race, intergalactic parasites living symbiotically with our hosts. We use them to survive, yes, but we add to their life span and sexual enjoyment – unseen and unknown. This was our way of life for millennia, until the cursed day we came upon the planet Gul’natha. Our DNA couldn’t overcome the bestial material of the lizards – most of us were trapped in their form, unable to shape shift out. To our eternal shame we sought to reason with them, to make ourselves known. The mutants you see are our bastard spawn…” Silas drew a ragged breath.

Alice timed her exit to perfection, all eyes were glued on Silas, and Silas was so engrossed in his story telling, he noticed nothing.

As Alice crept up the stairs, she heard Silas’s voice rumble on.

“We, the C’phu can strike back, for on this planet we have found the rarest of resources, the one thing the Gul’nathan’s fear…”

Silas’s voice faded in to the background, as Alice reached the bedroom door, her heartbeat drowning out all other sounds. Tentatively she pushed the door open and stepped into the darkness. 

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Greg swallowed hard, forcing the lump of his Adams apple against his rising gore. He stood stiffly erect, his eyes bulging as he watched Candice’s slender hands squeeze the remaining life out of his mum. He could do nothing, and inwardly he screamed, from the pain of his betrayal and the intense pleasure of his orgasm. Relentlessly he drove his rigid member into Candice’s warm, wet mouth. He rammed on heading towards his fifth climax of the day.

Candice nipped down with her teeth, as her hands crushed the last vestiges of life from the defenceless woman. She stared directly at Greg, bathing his face with a purple cast. She watched as his soul disintegrated before her, revelling in his insane passion. Candice concentrated on her feelings, the surge of power, the perverted passion of murder, and most of all on the psychic link with her brethren. She could feel them, all of them coming together. Soon the army would be formed, and the war would begin.

Candice smiled a lascivious smile and licked her lips, circling Greg’s erupting cock with warm saliva.

‘Soon, yesssss, very soon’

Chapter 13: Birthday surprise.

Alice closed the door behind her quietly; the room was too dark to see, but she felt the fetid heat wash over her. Alice waited patiently for her eyes to become accustomed to the dingy bedroom, aware only of the subdued groaning and furtive movements but little else. Her hand snaked along the familiar wall, and located the brass toggle of the light switch. She hesitated.

“June, June, you awake? It’s only me – Alice,” She breathed into the darkness.

“Alice, Oh shit… Wait, god wait…” came June’s panicked reply.

Alice’s fingers slammed the switch down urgently and a blinding light filled the room. For the merest second Alice saw the spectacle, her reeling mind trying to absorb the detail. June laid sprawled under an eager lover, thrusting her pelvis in counterpoint to his driving buttocks. 

Then… he was gone, a shadow flitted across the bedroom towards the mirror above the dresser – and vanished. Alice stared at June’s spread body, the dampness surrounding her swollen vulva, and swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly felt sandpaper dry. She wondered if she had imagined it all, but no – she was certain. June, who had so recently given birth had been screwing someone. She had been screwing him in her bed! Alice felt her temper rise.

“What the fu…, how the hell? Who was that June? What are you doing?!!” The uncontrolled words burbled from Alice’s trembling lips.

“It’s not what you think, I can explain… the child needs nourishment to fully develop” June’s mouth worked overtime, as her brain stalled.

“Nourishment, you call that nourishment! What sort of child is this?”

“C’phu, of course pure bred C’phu, but there’s something else, something you should know…” June never completed her sentence.

“Shut up June! Just shut the hell up! What have you brought into my home? Where are you? Show yourself,” Alice drew breath, “show yourself now, or June is out of here – for good!”

June’s eyes widened in fear at Alice’s threat.

“You can’t do that, the Gul’nathan’s will tear me apart, Alice, no please NO!”

“You, you, and your damned spawn, get out!” Alice rushed at June, her long fingers outstretched claw-like.

Mid-stride Alice halted, she hit an invisible wall; a shape appeared before her eyes and coalesced. She felt herself trapped, imprisoned, by a vice like grip. Alice spat venomously at the ill-defined face before her. Then she saw! She recognised the figure, and her sanity recoiled… shrank away – and ran for the darkness, to a blissful escape.

Alice slumped in the strong arms as the man spoke softly.

“Alice, oh god ALICE!”

June rushed to his side.

“It’s alright, she’s just fainted. It was quite a shock you gave her! Damon…”

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Jonjo cycled up the hill with disregard for the countryside around him. He didn’t notice the splendour of the spring fields dappled with the evening sunshine. He failed to register the myriad small signs for farm fresh produce. He was late! He was always late, John had warned him several times, but he was still terribly late.

‘I wonder if he’ll really throw me out of the choir this time?’

He turned the last bend before the church, and slammed on his brakes, sending gravel scrunching into the air in dusty clouds. The bike stopped just short of a woman’s swaying figure, her companion glared at Jonjo with unhidden threat.

“Sorry, in a bit of a rush,” Jonjo panted, “I’m late for practice” Jonjo nodded towards the church door.

The man grimaced and his stern face softened, he smiled reassuringly.

“Always room for some more sinners I’m sure, sonny” he quipped.

Jonjo smiled back, and dropped his bike before dashing into the church porch way. From the safety of its sanctuary he glanced back at his near casualties. His mouth dropped, the front of the woman’s blouse was open with one breast bared to view, while her companion’s right hand groped the other mound under the straining cotton. Jonjo smiled to himself.

‘And he had the nerve to call me a sinner!’

Jonjo whistled merrily as he swung the oak door back and stepped into the cool church. It was only then he noticed the distinct lack of singing, or indeed, any other sound.

‘Maybe I got the wrong night? Where is everyone?’ Jonjo wondered as he paced slowly into the deserted aisle.

In a second Jonjo’s cheery whistle stilled on his lips, the church was in disarray. Hymnbooks were liberally scattered on the tiled floor, sprays of flowers littered the pews and crunched under Jonjo’s feet as he ventured forward. Then he saw the cross, or rather the inverted cross – impaled, tip first into the wooden altar. Jonjo felt his testicles tighten against his body.

‘Shit, what the hell!’ 

The boy stumbled over piles of discarded surplices, which were strewn everywhere. Then he noticed the crimson stain on the closest garment. His breath stopped, his heart raced. Without hesitation, Jonjo turned on his heels and headed back towards the door. 

A shout made the hair on the back of his neck hedgehog against his upturned collar.

“Jonjo, you are late, yet again! I do not like to be kept waiting!” John’s voice boomed its authority.

“I’m sorry John, I’ve just remembered I promised mum I’d do the shopping tonight!” Jonjo protested weakly.

“You, boy are going nowhere! Look at me when I’m addressing you!”

Part from respect and part from fear, Jonjo complied, turning slightly to face his irate host. He was instantly bathed in a seductive purple gaze.

“Come, come and join us, you have nothing to fear, we are looking for new converts. Lets join the others – in the vestry!”

Despite his fear Jonjo felt his quaking feet carry him towards the smiling vicar. Jonjo then noticed another emotion rising to compete with his blind panic, a soaring burning desire. An unnatural desire, a desire he knew was sinful, as sinful as his burgeoning hard-on.

Jonjo halted in front of John, tilted his head to one side and smiled a crooked smile. It burst into a grin when he felt John’s hand slip under the waistband of his denims.

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Alice watched the fuzzy figures dancing around her slowly they came into focus. June’s concerned face peered intensely at hers.

“Hi Alice, back with us? Are you OK?” June asked.

“Umm, yeah… I had this dream. I was awful June I…” Alice’s voice dried on her lips.

Another face joined June’s, Damon looked down at her, consternation biting deeply into his handsome features.

“Damon…” Alice mouthed.

“Yes Alice, it’s me. June saved me, and brought me back” 

“Tell her the truth Damon, she deserves that much!” June barked.

“Later, give her a chance to recover first, please…” Damon blinked.

“Alice, I killed Damon – I had no choice, I had to remain undetected or risk everything!”

Alice stared at June in disbelief.

“You killed Damon? But…”

“Listen Alice, listen, we don’t have long,” June drew a deep breath “I killed Damon on Geraint’s orders to cover our tracks – until we could grow in strength. But when I killed him I took a sample of his DNA, cells I scratched from his cheek. Then, well, then I gave birth to Damon.”

“You killed Damon, and then you gave birth to him, ha ha ha” Alice’s voice descended into hysterical laughter.

“I told you it was too soon!” Damon snapped at June “Look what you’ve done, you stupid bitch!”

Damon raised his hand and swung it towards June’s face. Its progress was halted by a firm grip.

“Damon this is not our way! I know you are young but this is forbidden!” Silas’s voice sliced through the air.

Damon stopped in mid rage.

“Silas, Ger’natha – I humbly apologise”

“Accepted, but unfortunately in one respect you were correct. It was to soon to tell Alice, and we have lost her. I hope we can get her back, Damon but we may not!”

Damon turned to look at his beloved; she was curled in a foetal position giggling. Her hands burrowed under her clothes. Roaring her mirth, she started to masturbate in front of them all.

“She has gone Damon, regressed to infantile sexuality. He mind is broken. I’m sorry,” Silas flickered briefly and shifted his appearance. Geraint now gazed at the sexualised infant before him “without her we are lost, lost! Damon, the war is over before it has even started!”

Damon fell to his knees and cradled his frantically masturbating wife. Tears streaked down his cheeks and fell, dampening her insanely manic hands.

Damon screamed out his frustration.

“NO! NO! NO!”

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Chapter 14 My enemies’ enemy

Salisbury Plain was normally peaceful; there were the occasional war games, but between those, nature returned and the loudest sound was the twitter of birds. This was not the case today however long columns of the glassy eyed filed towards an unknown destination, pulled by a strong new desire. 

A lone figure plodded in the opposite direction, head bowed, observing the new intake from below darkly frowning brows. Then he hastened his pace, striding towards his stolen police car. Simon was on a mission, a mission to prove to Bowen for once and for all that he, and possibly he alone, was worthy of trust.

‘What chance do a few shape shifters have against me; an expert Gul’nathan warrior’ Simon smiled grimly and spat a mouthful of phlegm to the ground.

“Do you know why all these people are here?” asked a youthful voice.

Simon paused, halted by a soft hand resting on his muscled arm. He looked up; a slight girl surveyed him with a desperate expression.

“Well do you?” she asked again, with more than a hint of hesitation in her voice.

“I expect they are all looking for something, I doubt if they’ll find it here…” Simon growled.

“But they are ruining my field work, two years I’ve studied the plain, and now just at the height of the nesting…” the girl’s face fell, she saw Simon’s distain.

“I really don’t give a shit, ask someone who cares” Simon snapped.

“OK, no need to be rude,” the girl replied “ I get the message.

She turned to the right, scanning the faces for someone else to ask. It was then that Simon noticed her body slide under her baggy clothes. The hunger slammed into him, it had been so long since his last kill.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rude – how can I help Miss…?” Simon asked calmly.

The girl swung back, her face a picture of confusion.

“Kelsy… Dr Louise Kelsey, look its OK, I’m sure someone else can…” Louise let out a small yelp as the large figure raised his fingers to her lips.

“I wouldn’t hear of it Dr Kelsey, I insist, how can I help?” Simon smiled softly.

There was something in the relaxed grin that calmed Louise, comforted her, and interested her. Louise smiled back.

“You could help me stop these people walking so close to the nests, it could really scupper the LIFE project” Louise replied.

“The LIFE project, what’s that?” Simon asked. 

“A programme looking after rare habitats and species, I am responsible for the Stone-Curlews” Louise stated with an air of importance.

“Stone-Curlews, Oh well we can’t have anything happening to them can we,” Simon smiled as if he cared, “where are the nests?”

“You’ll help, great, they are just on the edge of that woodland, and I need to keep people away, there are eggs!” Louise virtually bounced with excitement.

“I have just the thing, in my car” Simon pointed to his blue and white.

“You’re a policeman, I can’t believe my luck! Can we cordon it off?” 

“Indeed we can, glad to help Louise, I’m Simon, nice to meet you!” Simon signalled casually toward the car. 

Moments later the car bumped softly across the grass carefully heading towards the nest site. 

“Stop here Simon, we can’t get too close.” Louise warned.

“Okey dokey, you’re the boss!” Simon smiled, as he pulled up the hand brake.

Simon and Louise worked quickly, and soon the precious site was surrounded by ‘Police line do not cross’ tape, wound around metropolitan cones.

Louise straightened up and smiled at Simon.

“There we are, much safer” she quipped.

“Yup, now the Stone-Curlews are happy there is only me to satisfy!” Simon smiled, as he unzipped his trouser fly.

“You are mad! I’ll report you, I have your police car’s number, I won’t hesitate to…” Louise’s voice stopped abruptly.

Simon simply gazed at her, his eyes flashing with desire, mixed with something else. Louise felt her crotch dampen under her jeans, felt her mind become receptive. She wanted him, just him, right here right now. Louise closed her eyes ‘I’m a professional woman, I don’t screw strangers in fields, I don’t, I don’t’.

When she felt Simon’s hand pulling away her clothes, she almost resisted. When the cool air stirred her nipples to hard peaks, she nearly protested. The sensual feeling of curlew egg yolk being rubbed into her breasts almost disgusted her. It was all very nearly too much, almost, but not quite. Something new, something dirty surfaced within her academic soul, and dashed her valued principles to dust.

By the time Simon’s strong tongue found her clitoris, she was lost. Gasping as she mashed more precious eggs onto her heaving tits, Louise’s eyes glazed over, and she at last found something more stimulating than the pursuit of knowledge.

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Bowen was in his element, the small part of him that was still human, relished moments like this. He mounted the podium without as much as a glance to his avid audience.
The PA boomed out ‘Rule Britannia’, and Bowen closed his eyes briefly to listen to the climatic verses rip from the throats of the subjugated.

“Britons never, ever, ever - shall be slaves!”

Bowen grinned at the irony, and then opened his eyes to take in the multitude. 

“We, my friends are the new future of this once great Country, and soon, very soon our empire will be re-established!”

Echo’s of Nuremburg rang around the silent auditorium. The hypnotised faces watched their leader intensely, while never ceasing in the exploration of each other’s bodies. The room was a silent writhing mass, an orgy of alien desires. 

“ I will introduce one of the council of war, listen to him, and listen well - for our enemy is dangerous,” Bowen stepped back, “the Reverend John!”

A dark clad figure stepped out from the shadows, away from the trailing caress of a young boys arm. He stood erect and surveyed the scene with obvious relish.

“Brethren, we are united and powerful, but so is our nemesis. The hated C’phu are the only thing that stands between us, and the salvation of this planet. The shape-shifters are few but dangerous. We must weed them out and kill them. Until this holy work is complete, non of us shall hunt – we are to be celibate!”

John cast his eyes over his new flock; the groping had stopped.

“We will soon prepare for war, and the frustration of lust will drive us onto victory! Amen…”

The resilient vicar stepped back into the shadows, and back to the soft waiting arms and tongues.

Bowen, once again, took centre stage.

“My friends, you take instruction well, but the celibacy talked of was only the discipline of not partaking in humans. Gul’nathan lust is quite acceptable” Bowen smiled, as the soft sighing re-started.

“Once the last shape shifter is dead we will gorge on our appetite for humans. But first there is sacrifice,” Bowen paused for effect, “are you with us?”

Bowen was answered by a chant; it increased in volume until the very room shook, and one word rang out across the still air of Salisbury Plain.

‘An'natha’

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Simon wiped the remains of stone curlew yolk from his hands as he walked towards the police car. He turned slightly, and smacked Louise on her bare rump. The girl jumped slightly but continued walking towards the distant laboratory complex, her mind pulled by a thirst for more debasement. A chuckle escaped Simon’s lips ‘You’ll make a good recruit – that was above average – for a human’ 

His mind turned back to the task at hand as he slipped into the drivers seat. Simon’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel, his mind filled with one thought, the elimination of the shape-shifters. The car gouged divots from the long grass as it swerved its way to the strip of tarmac. Simon had a gut feeling where the enemy would be, so at the end of the MOD road he turned left, steering relentlessly northeast – back home to Norfolk.

Damon glared at June, he blamed her – his hatred seethed inside him ‘She brought me back, to what? Life as a freak, and a carer for an insane wife!’ Tears of frustration glistened on his cheeks, as his eyes roved over Alice’s succulently quivering body. This was all she had done for hours, laid cradled in Georgie’s arms drifting from one climax to the next. To start with Geo had helped her masturbate, but now she just rested; bored by her incestuous passion.

Damon walked over to Silas and addressed him in hushed tones.

“You owe me Silas, or Geraint – whoever the hell you are! You owe me, without me you could not have started this fight back. You used me you bastard, do something to save her!”

Silas returned a calm steady gaze into Damon’s red-rimmed irises. His face crumpled with concern, he knew Damon spoke the truth.

“You were important once Damon, but not any more. None of us are, we are impotent without Alice,” Silas drew a long ragged breath, “If I could save her, believe me I would!”

“You speak of Alice as if she’s a warrior, she’s just a dull housewife – how could she help?” Damon asked, in exasperation.

“You fool, all the years you have known Alice and you have never seen it?” snapped Silas

“Seen what, oh she’s pretty enough, but what else is there?” Damon protested.

“Her strength, her love – pure unadulterated love. The ultimate weapon; she would do anything for those she loves, endure endless night, unstoppable pain, she would risk it all, for you!” Silas spat out his contempt.

“So she loves me, she’s supposed to, we’re married…” 

Before Damon reached the end of the sentence a mighty blow dashed him across the room. Silas rubbed the back of his bruised hand, and pure anger distorted his features.

“Alice is special, one in a billion, we are privileged to know her kind! You should have stayed dead, you hopeless dullard!”

Damon sat up, cradling his jaw.

“Sure Silas, sorry I should have seen…”

Silas turned his back on Damon and walked resolutely upstairs.

A shaken Damon wandered over to June. Despite his disgust she was the only one he could confide in.

“The old guy’s lost it, you know I’m right; he talks about Alice as if she’s a god” Damon chuckled.

June looked back into Damon’s face, and there he saw it. She had doubts too. Damon had an ally.

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Chapter 15: None for one.

Bowen relaxed, for once he was letting himself go, his eyes were screwed tightly closed. With no input he could concentrate on the sensations the young followers bestowed upon him so liberally. Bowen could feel the delicate pull of the twin’s tongues on his hard nipples, but this was nothing compared to the savage passion rising from his loins. Never had he felt such pleasure, the spiralling velvet tongue caressed every knarled inch of Bowen’s mighty erection.

Bowen lifted his hands to fondle the warm breasts that dangled just inches in front of him. His fingers detailed the crenulation’s of each taut nipple into his senses, coded as sexual Braille. Woody tensed as his orgasm passed the point of no return; he bucked his body, and emptied his testicles into the quivering mouth. Exhausted he finally slumped back into his leather bound chair.

Louise Skelly stood and wiped the last vestiges of Bowen’s spunk from her lips pouting attractively at her dazed leader.

“Will that be all for now or do you want to couple as well, Sir” Louise breathed, suggestively.

“No that was most – refreshing, how long have you been with us my dear?” Bowen asked, through an uncharacteristic grin.

“Oh just today, Sir”

“Today! That is not possible, who would dare to…” Bowen’s expression shifted - to one of dark cunning, “who introduced you my dear?”

“It was the policeman, Simon – do you know him?” Louise asked, innocently.

Bowen rose, his organ dangling limp in front of him, the twins were sent sliding unceremoniously to the floor.

“Oh I know him, and you, you get away from me slut!” Bowen raged, all pretence of humanity sacrificed.

Louise recoiled from the force of Bowen’s savage kick; she crumpled as her lungs spilt their air in ragged gasps. Bowen raced from the room, his still wet organ swinging heavily between his thighs.

“Traitors! Traitors and cowards surround me. Ash, Ash! Where the fuck are you man? War council now! Get the others” Bowen screamed hurried orders.

Louise sat half upright panting heavily, through eyes clouded with tears she saw the twins moving to her aid.

“What did I do wrong?” Louise croaked.

There was no answer from either of the two teenagers, just the soft touch of Stephens’s lips to her own. Seconds later Stephanie’s lips touched a much more intimate spot. Louise’s anguish floated away in a cloud of desire. Her body flowed against the insistent young worshippers. Soon Bowen, and the pain were but a distant memory. 

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Simon swung the nose of his car gently into the hedge by the local shop, positioning the distinctive vehicle under as much cover as possible. Confidently he strode into the village store, and sauntered up to the counter.

“Ah, and what will it be constable?” 

“Just information I’m afraid, I’m interested in the Saunders place!” Simon replied

The wizened woman behind the counter widened her eyes, and then nodded her approval.

“I can understand that, allsorts in and out of that place recently – even a tramp! Not that I’m one for tittle-tattle you understand” Mavis wheezed.

“No of course, could you expand a little?”

Mavis lent forward to her latest confidant.

“Like I was telling Mrs Blows, the tramp, he tried to run away, run like the wind; but they got ‘im back – shame on them” puffed Mavis.

“So what’s happened since then?” Simon asked kindly.

“Not so much, Oh there was that new man – rather distinguished. Yes I could go for him meself, but I can’t find me teeth!” Mavis descended into a chorus of gummy tutting.

“Listen, I need to sneak up there, do you have anything I can wear over this?” Simon asked, indicating his uniform.

“Yus I do, me ole dad’s shop coat, look on the hook over there. But you should slip out of that nice uniform; you don’t want to get it messy. You can use my bedroom – I’ll show you the way!” with a wide grin, a gurneying Mavis hobbled off.

“No! It’s alright I have to keep the uniform on, or erm, it wouldn’t be legal!” Simon quickly lied.

“Ohhh… I suppose not, still you’ll pop back to bring back the coat – won’t you?” Mavis leered. 

“Sure, sure thing” promised Simon in a non-committal voice.

“I’ll be waiting!” Mavis cooed, waving a knarled hand at his rapidly vanishing form.

‘Looks better on him than dad’ Mavis thought cackling softly.

As Simon walked along the road, he became vaguely aware of an odd smell from the old coat. Mothballs, he hadn’t smelt that for years. He slipped a hand into one pocket, and quickly withdrew it, wiping the camphorous slime onto the lapel of the brown storekeepers coat. Simon slowed his pace as he neared the cottage. He crept the final few yards, down the drive, and up to the nearest windowsill. 

He could hear the sound of a heated discussion, but not the subject matter. Simon pressed forward to listen more closely. A white-hot pain shot though his ankle; Simon jumped, kicking out with all his might at the tenacious dog that shredded his skin with frightening efficiency.

“What the F…”

Georgie stood in the garden watching an unusual dance between Shep and an angered delivery boy.

“Shep, leave him, here boy good lad!”

Shep hesitated for a minute, gave one last hard nip, and then scurried to Geo’s side.

“Gerry help! Shep’s bitten someone!”

Between them Gerry and Geo ushered the bleeding, cursing man into the cottage.

June screamed, firstly because she hated the sight of blood, and there was an awful lot of it, and secondly because she recognised the enemy in an instant.

“He’s one, he is one of them – kill him!” June wept, the fear distorting her features.

Silas stilled her cry in an instant, his hand swept up to steady the panicked girl.

“June, he is one of us, he is the answer to our prayers” Silas grinned.

Gerry and Geo gaped, but June was more outspoken.

“Silas, you have finally lost the plot – He’s Gul’nathan, a murdering lizard!”

“No June, he is not – although even he would agree with you at the moment. HE IS NOT!” Silas roared with manic laughter.

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Amidst the frenzied activity and mating in Porton Down's most recently constructed bunker, one room was shrouded in silence. Bowen sat moodily studying the faces of the trusted few. In their turn each of them sat motionless, fearful to speak; Bowen’s expression spoke volumes - the situation was grave. Eventually Bowen broke the silence.

“I have been considering terminating this project, if I do, this planet will be cleansed and we will move on to find more acceptable prey,” Bowen announced

“What do you mean cleansed?” John asked.

“At times in the past we have run across similar races – deeply polluted beings. When this has happened, we have freed the Galaxy of the contamination - by mass genocide and moved on,” Bowen hesitated, and sighed, “this is my call, unless we have some understanding of how we have been infiltrated”

“You mean we wipe out the entire human race?” asked John, his mouth agape.

“All life forms on the planet, we cannot be certain this contamination resides only in the human species, they are simply one product of earth's evolution” Bowen replied, with a cold grin.

“But that’s unthinkable…” John gasped, before stilling his protest.

“An'natha, what of your standing – as a Gul’nathan leader?” Ash asked.

“Ahh, a loyal question, it would be damaged Ash, but not broken – on the other hand failure is unthinkable” Bowen replied.

“Have we ever failed?” questioned Ash.

“No, we have won, or cleansed – but no council member who has cleansed has moved on to the supreme council. I would rather win, but failure means…” Bowen’s voice tailed off.

“Banishment?” Ash added.

“Yes,” Bowen flashed in transformation, “so we decide here, and now - conquer or cleanse, which will it be?”

The room glowed with transitory brilliance.

“Cleanse” growled As’natha
“Conquer” snarled Jo’natha
“Cleanse” howled Jon’natha
“Conquer” simpered Li’nutha
“Conquer” snapped Pe’nutha
“Cleanse,” grinned Can’nutha

“So my trusted few you are tied, it is my casting vote! Do any of you have anything to add; anything to stop me voting for cleansing this doomed planet” An'natha asked.

“Only an observation, but it’s probably nothing…” Jo’natha replied.

“You are no longer a bumbling programmer John, at your own request you are a Gul’nathan warrior! So tell us!” An'natha snapped.

“Well Si’natha and Ju’nutha were the only one’s that Ger’natha impregnated personally. All the rest of us are vector converts”

An'natha swung his scaled head and gazed on Jo’natha with new respect.

“You are certain of this? How can you be sure?”

“The security camera’s are run through my banks of computers” Jo’natha replied apologetically.

An'natha laughed, a deep chill guffaw filled the room.

“You, timid John spied on our pleasures! I’m glad you are Gul’nathan now it saves me terminating you,” An'natha paused “but your peeping may give us an answer, the only problem is with Ger’natha dead the shape shifters spawn would be inactive; infected but dormant. I don’t understand?”

As’natha spoke in realisation.

“Simon and June disposed of Ger’natha’s body! Could they have resurrected him?”

“Only if they had access to a recent Gul’nathan kill, and the knowledge of the C’phu – Ger’natha could have implanted this in one as a precaution. Surely this is impossible yesssss!” An’natha mused.

As’natha gasped.

“The tramp, the tramp Si’natha and I killed”

“So Ger’natha a worthy opponent, but one with few troops; I An’natha vote to conquer this puny planet!”

Six more voices rose as one to chant

“Conquer, Conquer”

The chant escaped the confines of the war room, and soon the bunker resounded with one chill threat, shouted over and over again.

“CONQUER, CONQUER…”

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Miles away to the north an altogether quieter gathering of comrades continued. Silas, at last spoke again.

“We can save Alice but speed is of the essence, speed and love; our intense love,” Silas paused, for dramatic effect, “Simon, June and Damon I need your assistance”

Simon growled his threat.

“You really have lost it old man! I am here to bury Caesar not to praise him!” 

As the last word died on his lips Simon launched himself at Silas. His body thundered across the space between them his eyes flicking with purple rage. Silas did nothing - he stood his ground. Si’natha drew back a savage claw and flashed it solidly into Silas’s chest.

The Gul’nathan fist opened, and grasped the beating heart. Silas stared death in the face. A thick silence coated the room, interrupted only by the soft sound of Silas’s beating heart. Time slowed, bent, and folded on itself, as reality relaxed. Silas’s chest emitted a blindingly intense orange light and Si’natha stood erect but mesmerized, like a startled rabbit in the glare of headlights. Then in an instant the light was extinguished and Simon stood staring into Silas’s calm visage.

Simon nursed his right hand in his left, flexing the sore digits.

Silas spoke.

“It’s time, shift shape and enjoy!”

Before the startled contingent, the four C’phu flickered and took on the translucency of smoke. The clouds coalesced into one and then separated each heading toward Alice’s lust contorted body. Geo dashed away from her sister, hating her cowardice, but fearing for her own life. She buried her head in Gerry’s shoulder, weeping bitterly over her betrayal of Alice.

While Geo hid her eyes, Gerry gazed at the spectacle before her, unable to divert hers. The smoke had descended onto Alice’s madly wriggling form and then spread itself over her body changing into a shiny latex like coat, enveloping her and stilling her frantic self-pleasuring.

Jigsaw-like the coating split, revealing damp, bare skin; slowly the coating contracted forming into four pools of mercurial liquid. It's surface danced with a myriad of rainbow colours. Two fluorescent pools slithered into position over Alice’s breasts, the other two streamed down her body towards her loins.

Gerry coaxed Geo’s head out from her tear-soaked shoulder.

“Look! Look, I think they’re healing her!”

Geo swung her head, battling to focus her bleary eyes on Alice. Her eyes widened in amazement. Alice looked to be wearing a skin-tight metallic bikini, a living pulsing swimsuit. The glimmering cups undulated around the globes of Alice’s breasts, plucking her nipples into extended teats high on their succulent platforms. Alice gasped, and her eyes flew open, she stared directly into Geo’s; Alice mouthed ‘I love you’.

Geo felt the passion hit her like a wall of flame her knees buckled beneath her, and Gerry broke her fall. Gerry’s hands sank in to the softness of Geo’s tender breasts; the diamond hard tips of Geo’s painfully erect nipples assaulted her palms. Geo’s eyes were fixed on Alice’s, as the messages danced between them, her irises expanded making her eyes appear totally black. Reflections of mercurial fondling danced in the dark pools.

Alice continued her psychic love making with Geo as the sensations flooded through her. She felt the pressure on her vulva increase and then felt her body being entered, the feeling was familiar, she sighed and bucked against the invasion – pulling Damon’s prick fully inside her. Then the oddest sensation, someone was nibbling her clitoris, and tonguing it with slow sweeps. 

Alice writhed under the twin passions, thrusting her breasts against their throbbing covering. Alice came, watching avidly as her younger sister peaked; they shared the same long, mutual orgasm. The bridge was complete; from now on they would share their experiences as if the two minds inhabited a single body.

Geo pulled her lips away from Gerry’s, she smiled and spoke in dulcet tones.

“No more the innocent virgin, Damon screwed me – oh god did he screw me!”

Gerry opened her mouth to reply, but the sound never emerged.

A flash of lighting cracked through the room, followed by a deafening roar. Damon, June, Simon and Silas stood naked before the gob-smacked women, wearing gratified smiles.

“Alice is she back?” asked a terrified Geo.

In answer the four parted into two couples, and Alice walked out between them. Geo flew into her welcoming arms.

Alice released Geo, and spoke one sentence majestically.

“I am back, and we, the few C’phu left, declare war on the Gul’nathan’s!”

 

Part 5 of 5

The end of book two  to be continued…

Book Two of the WWW Trilogy

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