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Webb's Wonderful Web by Yotna El'toub Part 3 of 5 (MC,FF,MF,Alien,SF)
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Written for 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.

(C) Yotna El'toub 2004
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Chapter 7: Changes.


June drove towards Webb's Industries determined to find Alice; she wanted 
Damon to know that his wife was safe from the moment he awoke. However June 
didn't speed towards her destination, she was in two minds about seeing 
Alice again. Would the alien desire to touch Alice return?

`To hell with it, Damon's recovery is the most important thing'

June's foot stood on the accelerator, and the Clio burst into life. Minutes 
later she arrived at W.I. A security guard approached her right window. He 
spoke through the widening gap as the pane slid smoothly down.

"Ma'am, security clearance?" he asked, stooping to the low car.

"Oh, I don't have any..." June paused, "but I'm here to see Alice Saunders, 
her husband has been hurt in an accident!"

"I'll just check, hold on," the guard replied, straightening up, and talking 
quietly into his radio.

"Fully cleared Ma'am, just drive up there, between the two buildings - past 
the laboratories and up to main reception - you can't miss it" the guard 
beamed a friendly welcome.

"Thanks, bye," echoed a relieved June.

`Well that was straight forward, maybe this will be easier than I thought' 
June sighed, her fears alleviated.

Lorraine walked briskly towards reception, `another unexpected visitor, how 
can the project be so compromised?' she wondered.

Lorraine walked towards the seated woman, smiled and extended her hand in 
welcome.

"Hello, I'm Dr Skelly - I understand you have a message for Alice?"

"Yes, Damon is in hospital, sedated following a car crash last night - he's 
been asking for her" June replied.

"And you are? A neighbour," Lorraine paused, "a friend?"

"An acquaintance of Damon's, nothing more" June held back, there was 
something not quite right about Dr Skelly.

"I'm sorry, but you've missed Alice, she left half an hour ago" Lorraine 
stated.

"Damn, I'll have to drive to her house, I have the address somewhere" June's 
brow creased.

"No need, use the phone in my office - at least you can warn her you are 
coming," Lorraine smiled disarmingly.

"Follow me"

June walked along behind Dr Skelly through a couple of corridors, and 
followed her into a small room.

"The phones there, I'll just get the number up on the PC -one second," 
Lorraine opened the database and searched on `Saunders', "there, anything 
you need just shout, I'll be just outside the door"

"Thanks, I will," replied June.

June read the number from the screen and started to dial.

`0-1-6-0-3'

The screen swirled, and June screwed up her eyes to try to make out the rest 
of the number. From the centre of the monitor a small spot of purple zoomed 
out to fill the screen, June frowned and reached for the mouse to clear the 
screen saver. Her hand stopped inches short as the liquid colours slipped 
along Junes optic nerves to nest in her visual cortex. June relaxed, warm in 
the accepting swirl of colours. June heard the door open and tried to turn 
her head to look. It was impossible; to look away from the screen would be 
sacrilege.

Even when she felt the long tongue slide around her face and move in 
rippling pulsations down her neck; she sat frozen, her heart pounding as the 
excitement washed over her. Worm-like, the prehensile organ slid under her 
tee shirt and wandered in the valley between her breasts. Her mind screamed 
for help; but no sound would leave her throat. Roughly the chair was swung 
around and June got her first sight of the rooms other occupant. Her mind 
screamed louder still.

Alice fussed around the house, tidying things away and putting Damon's meal 
onto cook.

`He'll be back soon,' she thought, `I wonder if today has been a better day; 
I hope so, I don't feel up to a fight tonight.'

The doorbell rang, and Alice hurried to answer it.

A tall policeman stood at the door, he studied Alice with interest for a 
moment, before he spoke.

"Mrs Saunders, Mrs Damon Saunders?" he asked.

"Yes," replied Alice.

"PC Simon Brown, Norfolk and Norwich constabulary, may I come in?" he asked 
politely.

Alice stood blocking the doorway.

"What's happened? Is it Damon..." panic rose in Alice's voice.

"It really would be better if I came in, Mrs Saunders" he repeated.

"Of course, please" Alice showed him into the living room.

The tall constable spoke, his mild country accent full of concern.

"Take a seat," he paused, "good, now I'm afraid your husband has been 
injured in a car accident, he's currently sedated in hospital. Nothing life 
threatening, but he's in a bit of a bad way"

"But he's such a good driver," she stuttered "How? When,"

"Looks like he cornered too fast, that, and mud on the road, let me see," PC 
Brown unbuttoned his pocket and flipped out his note pad, "22:57 14th March 
2003"

"That's crazy, today is the 14th of March, isn't it?" Alice asked in 
disbelief.

"No, Mrs Saunders, today is Saturday March 15th" PC Brown smiled 
reassuringly, "look, you sit there for a second and I'll make us a nice cup 
of tea!"

Alice sat gazing out of the curtains trying to make sense of it all, and 
failing miserably. `Today is Friday, I know it is - I went to gym class 
yesterday so today must be Friday.'

Alice turned to the constable as he retuned to the room with two steaming 
cups.

"Today is Friday, you are wron..." her voice faded completely.

Two cups fell to the floor, and a dark stain spread across the brown 
oriental pattern. PC Simon Brown stood to attention while the purple-eyed 
woman approached him on her knees. He didn't flinch as she undid his trouser 
fly, and unfurled his chubby penis into full straining erection. Alice's 
lips stretched around the glistening head, her tongue probed the single 
weeping eye - as her fingers rolled back his thick foreskin. He didn't 
glance down to view her seductive handiwork; his eyes were fixed on the 
myriad of pulsating colours on the TV screen.

The remote fell from Alice's hand as she gripped his muscular buttocks to 
force his shaft father down her spasming throat. She was rewarded by spurt 
after spurt of warm semen gushing into her receptive mouth. Alice stood, and 
wiped a glob of cum from her lips with her sleeve. She smiled broadly at her 
new conquest.

"Well PC Simon Brown, welcome to the project, first you will take me to the 
hospital; and then for you it's off to W.I." Alice announced, relishing her 
role as mistress.

"Yes Ma'am, once I'm cleaned up Ma'am!" Simon replied

"Let me take care of that!" Alice replied, licking her lips.


Chapter 8: Mine host.


June sat motionless, hoping the vision in front of her was an apparition, 
brought on by the weird screen saver.
The long tongue still explored the geography of June's chest, flicking 
wickedly across the stiffening peaks. She was very aware of the smoothly 
rough surface of the reptilian tongue; the seductive suction fuelled her 
perverse desire. Her eyes drifted along the undulating muscle to the wide 
blue-scaled lips coated with thick saliva.

Her view shifted from the blueness of the creature's wide maw to its face. 
Attractive yellow eyes smiled from a feminine visage. The face had a feral 
quality to it, an evocative cross between mammalian and reptilian features. 
The pale fawn of its face flowed down the neck of the hybrid and onto its 
flanks. The thorax was more brightly coloured; a delicate mauve shade tinted 
the deeply rounded breasts.

A circle of satin-like purple scales, surrounding an erect purple spike, 
topped each dome. The twin globes swayed, as the reptilian animal moved its 
weight one from clawed foot to the other, and back rhythmically. The lithe 
legs smoothly ascended to the humped mound of the creature's vulval slit.

The creature moved forward, slipping its tongue back into its mouth. June 
attempted to move, as the reptiles sex organ pressed against her upturned 
face. June became uncomfortably aware of the creatures wet, cold, labia 
sliding across her cheeks.

Something harder pressed against June's closed mouth. She looked down in 
shock, only to see the tip of a scaly tail expanding as it forced her mouth 
open. The tail slid steadily down her throat; the white-hot pain came from 
nowhere. Its intensity snapped her mind, sending her tumbling into the 
darkness of welcome oblivion.

Lorraine entered the room; and Geraint turned, hissing his dissatisfaction.

"I need males, there is no guarantee this female will survive the transition 
to Gul'nathan. We need Warriors, not Breeders. Get the vectors active - you 
included, yesss!"

"At once, Geraint - at once!" Lorraine replied.

"Ger'natha! Ger'natha of the fabled C'phu tribe of Gul'natha, yesss!"

"Ger'natha, at once, my humble apologies" Lorraine's voice trembled.

Her apology was too late, Ger'natha flashed a clawed fist into Lorraine's 
neck. Lorraine sprawled onto the grey tiled floor, her skin crossed by three 
deep gashes.

"Respect, yesss - respect is due" snarled Ger'natha at the shocked 
scientist.

The lizard-animal fled the room, snorting its disgust. Lorraine stood, blood 
seeping from the wounds on her delicate throat. However, the gashes were 
already closing, knitting together as Lorraine's enhanced healing process 
kicked in. Lorraine picked up June one-handed and slung her over left 
shoulder.

"You better survive girl, or I may not!" growled Lorraine to the bare 
unlistening walls.

A police car entered the gateway and pulled up with a shudder.

The guard walked forward, routinely he uttered.

"Constable, security clearance?"

The seated policeman said nothing; his eyes flashed purple for a mere 
instant.

"Fully cleared constable, just drive up there, between the two buildings - 
past the laboratories and up to main reception - you can't miss it" the 
guard blinked his automatic reply.

Now this was better news, Lorraine virtually ran to reception to welcome the 
newest recruit.

`At last, something to keep that bastard off my back while I think' she 
mused.

Within minutes the PC was housed in his own pod, secured away.

"J.T. prepare for a male conditioning run, repeat male," Lorraine stated 
into her desk intercom.

"Check, run prepared, run ready Webb's 2.0 for male subject" John's voice 
confirmed without emotion.

Lorraine's finger had no hesitation in confirming this run; confidently she 
walked to the door.

The door flew open before she reached it, and a brightly coloured Ger'natha 
charged in, he bellowed at Lorraine.

"Get out, get out, and find more, more - yesss"

In his excitement Ger'natha didn't wait to hear the startled reply, he 
simply rushed to the misted pod, and stood eyeing the contents hungrily. The 
reptilian fell into a hypnotic state, patiently awaiting the first stirrings 
of its prey.


Chapter 9: Insider.

Damon Saunders awoke and entered a world of pain, every joint and muscle 
screamed at him. Slowly his eyes made sense of the swimming room, the 
curtain, the foot of the bed and, miracles of miracles, Alice!

"Whump, Whunp, Aluced" said Damon, finding his tongue harder to control than 
he remembered.

Alice turned; her bemused look turned into delight.

"Damon, you're awake - wait there I'll get a nurse!" In an instant she had 
disappeared.

Damon signalled his disappointment.

"Dunt gro, Alucey!" still rubbish poured forth.

A minute later Alice returned with nurse Patel, who checked Damon over 
before smiling at Alice.

"He's over the worst, but don't expect miracles - it may take a little time 
for him to recover his faculties".

Damon strained, and beckoned Alice to his side, he attempted to speak once 
more.

"I gottnn smum holp - liook" Damon groaned, internally.

Why wouldn't it come out? He knew what he wanted to say, his thoughts were 
perfectly clear `I have something to help, look in the drawer.' He couldn't 
get it from his brain to his tongue, violently Damon jabbed his finger 
towards the drawer.

"Wullot, fdrewar" he uttered.

Alice opened the drawer and took out Damon's watch. Damon struggled, shaking 
his head.

"Please calm down Dr Saunders, or we will need to sedate you again!" warned 
nurse Patel.

Alice replaced the watch and got out Damon's wallet - Damon immediately 
gestured Alice to give it to him.
Damon fumbled with the wallet and spilled him credit cards on the bed, 
unsuccessfully he tried to pick one up.
Damon's face twisted in fury, the card flicked off the bed and onto the ward 
floor. Alice stooped to retrieve it, and went to give it back to her 
agitated husband.

"Mno! Nom, holp - Alucer, wull" Damon mouthed furiously.

Damon suddenly stiffened and twitched violently.

"Shit! He fitting, crash team bed three!" nurse Patel shouted, "take Mrs 
Saunders to the relatives room - now."

Alice was shepherded away by a muscular male nurse.

"Damon, I love you - don't die!" Alice screamed, tears forming instantly.

"He'll be O.K.," soothed the concerned nurse, "they'll look after Damon for 
you."

Alice sat in the relative's room, totally dejected; she concentrated on the 
dirty flooring, and twirled the credit card between her clamped fingers. 
After what seemed an age the young nurse returned.

"Damon's stable now, we've sedated him; why don't you go home and get some 
rest. He'll be awake again in the morning" he advised.

Alice looked up at the nurse, gazing at his name badge on the way to his 
dark face.

"Look Ashley, I'll stay here if it's all the same to..." Alice's voice tailed 
off.

"Are you alright?" Ashley asked kneeling down to Alice's level.

Alice's eyes locked on Ashley's - no more was said.

Ger'natha sat crouched on its haunches, looking for all the world like a 
colourful stone gargoyle. The only detectable motion was the slow pulsing of 
blood under the scale-covered temples. A slight hiss sounded and the door of 
Simon's prison-like pod opened. Simon's naked chest rose and fell 
sluggishly. His eyes opened widely and he saw his nemesis for the first 
time. Simon's mind reeled as the crouched figure became animated and stood 
stretching before him.

Simon felt an internal shudder of revulsion as he gazed at the woman-lizard, 
and the pool of slime that had gathered under her folded legs. The reaction 
of his libido was entirely the opposite; his penis reared its head and stood 
proudly from his immobile body. The paradoxical erection grew as Simon's 
awareness of his unavoidable mating dawned. He didn't desire this thing - 
how could his body? Desperation mounted in the young man's mind, desperation 
and questions.

`Where am I? Is that Mrs Saunders? Why can't I move?'

Sweat burst out on Simon's brow, as he fought to gain control over his once 
nimble body.

"Don't struggle, you are to be honoured! A host for Ger'natha's sperm, 
Ger'natha sire of the fabled C'phu tribe of Gul'natha. Honoured, yesss!" 
Ger'natha rejoiced.

Simon tried to assimilate this latest assault on his logic. `Sperm? It wants 
to shag me? How the hell can it have sperm?' Simon felt his turgid shaft 
expand - he was close to coming! `Down boy, down' his mind pleaded in vain.

Ger'natha walked towards the distraught policeman, and slid its body across 
Simon's in a fluid, seductive arc. Simon felt his body return to life as 
Ger'natha swallowed his hardness deep within its cool body. Simon drove hard 
into the creature, and his desire flew to unknown heights. Simon pressed 
down against the delicate caressing pressure on his testicles. The touch 
slithered across his ball pouch and pressed against his virgin anus.

The reptilian's tail swung away from its victim's genitals, and posed ready 
to strike. The tail tip split to expose a wicked barb oozing a thick 
discharge. Ger'natha whipped its tail upwards in a scorpion strike and drove 
violently into Simon's bowels. The barb found its target first time; 
flooding the punctured prostrate gland with alien seed.

Simon exploded, filling the cold pulsing cavity with his spunk. His entire 
body cramped, pulling the orgasmic tail deeper within him and so draining 
its foreign contents. Simon crumpled to the floor, as his former strength 
battled in vain against the invading life form. He was barely conscious, but 
still aware enough to be startled by the intense purple flash the engulfed 
the room. Simon he passed from the human race, with two questions ringing in 
his deranged mind.

`Where the hell did that thing go? Just who was that naked man smiling at 
him?'

Geraint observed the twitching host lying before him; his gratification was 
not purely sexual. The plan was executed, the first warrior impregnated. 
Geraint swung his head back in triumph and yodelled his Gul'nathan mating 
cry.

Part three of five

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Foot Notes (C)Yotna El'toub 2004
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