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Webb's Wonderful Web by Yotna El'toub Part 4 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 10: Recruits and rejects.

Elisabeth Coyne flitted the mop head from side to side diligently cleaning 
the narrow corridor. She had worked at the hospital for a couple of months, 
Liz found the work menial; but her choices were limited. Returning to work 
after the divorce hadn't been essential, but now the kids were with their 
dad full time it was better than sitting at home, dwelling on the past. Liz 
opened the door of the relative's room, and backed into it, pulling the 
trolley bucket along behind her. She swung sideways with the mop in a wide 
arc, at the apex of the arc, Liz stopped dead!

Liz gawped at the tableau before her, Ash, the ICU nurse sat naked on one of 
the bare chairs. His thunderous erection stood straight up from his lap. His 
face was invisible, hidden by the dimpled rump of the woman who stood 
astride him. Ash's bright tongue flashed between the woman's sodden gash. 
The woman's stretched legs balanced on the chairs either side of Ash, giving 
her the angle to grind her pudenda onto Ash's thick lips.

"I'm so sorry, excuse me!" Liz stuttered, her face turning the colour of 
ripe tomatoes.

The woman swung her head around, she had the most fascinating eyes; they 
seemed to change colour as Liz looked. The spread-eagled woman uttered a 
smouldering suggestion.

"No problem dear, join us!"

Liz melted into the liquid gaze; she dropped her mop and walked towards the 
orgiastic couple. Liz's lips widened to circle Ash's solid shaft; hungrily 
she gulped him down. The dark glans lodged in Liz's throat, pushing to 
complete its entry. Liz developed a steady rhythm, alternately sucking and 
blowing, as her mouth slid up and down the savage erection. Ash stiffened, 
and deposited warm cum in generous spurts down Liz's thirsty throat.

The seduced cleaner drew her head back, and the hard bobbing member popped 
free of her busy mouth; dribbling it's warm white ejaculate freely over 
Ash's meaty thighs. Looking upwards Liz now turned her attention to the open 
dripping slit above her, delving her tongue deep inside Alice's grasping 
vagina. Alice tensed as her release burst on her, mouthing her lust to the 
grimy wall before her. Liz's face was washed with warm pungent secretions; 
she swallowed the female fluids with glee.

Alice dismounted and moved behind Liz, tearing the hospital uniform from her 
trembling body. Soon Liz was as naked as Ash and Alice. Alice grasped the 
hips in front of her and guided Liz down, impaling her on Ash's impressive 
erection. Alice ran her hands upwards scooping Liz's firm breasts and 
tweaking the swelling tips. Alice's hands fell from Liz's body, as she 
turned to gather her own dishevelled clothes. Stooping briefly Alice 
retrieved Damon's credit card from the damp floor, and slipped it into her 
handbag.

Dressing quickly, Alice took one last look at her victims; they were 
copulating lustily without any regard to their surroundings. Alice smiled in 
satisfaction and left the sweaty room. She walked through the hospital 
gates, concentrating on returning home to gather Damon's overnight bag. She 
was blissfully unaware of the approaching Clio, flashing and hooting in 
cheerful recognition.

June shrugged, `I suppose she does have a lot on her mind at the moment.' 
June was too busy to chase after her new friend. `Things to see, people to 
do!' she giggled at her unruly thoughts. June crossed the asphalt with 
grace, drawing admiring glances from onlookers. Her trim but subtly powerful 
legs propelled her up the hospital steps. Once inside the hospital June 
slowed her pace, keeping to the shadows of the corridors.

She slipped her tongue out between her lips and tasted the stale air; her 
tongue pressed against the roof her mouth. She blinked once, and then set 
off deliberately towards Damon's ward.

The door of the ICU shut softly behind June, her yellow eyes peered around 
the quiet dark room. She liked this environment; it was ideal for hunting. 
June padded down the centre of the ward, several patients lay propped up in 
beds, and all were attached to machines by streams of wires. Curtains 
enclosed one bed; June's slim tongue tested the air again, she smiled and 
slipped through the curtains.

Damon was fast asleep; he looked better than his fellows in the ward. June 
extended a hand and shook Damon awake.

"Hi Damon, it's me - June. Wake up!" June whispered.

Damon opened his eyes and observed June groggily.

"June, what are you doing here?" asked a confused Damon.

"Time for some physio, Damon" June answered, flinging her coat open.

Damon drank in the body he had imagined so many times. June's perfect 
upturned breasts swung free before his unsteady eyes. Generously puffed 
nipples bobbed enticingly before him.

"June, what the hell? I don't even think I could, if I wanted to." Damon 
confessed.

"Don't worry you will, even if it kills you" June laughed, her eyes glinting 
with a purple cast.

Before his incredulous eyes, a tent of bedclothes formed where his manhood 
proudly defied modern medicine. June grasped the bedclothes and tore them 
down. Her well-manicured hand slid up Damon's body, taking his hospital gown 
with it. In a single fluid motion June mounted him, sliding down and 
swallowing his hardness with ease.

With a seemingly impossible contortion, June folded herself to him, pressing 
her open mouth hard against his. Damon felt the long tongue touching every 
succulent area within his mouth before sliding deeply past his tonsils. June 
wound her arms tightly around Damon's midriff clamping her body to his. The 
pressure constricting Damon's body grew unbearable. His face darkened, as 
his breath stalled, and his climax burgeoned.

"Goodbye Damon" June hissed.

Damon felt the pleasure peak just before his spine splintered. Damon felt no 
more. Alarms sounded loudly, startling June from her predatory activity. She 
uncoupled from Damon's lifeless body, ran to a window and smashed it. A 
second later she was gone.

An orderly rushed into the room, took one look and shouted.

"Security! Intruder ICU, emergency"

The orderly ran to Damon's side and started a vain attempt at CPR.

"Where's the beggar, Where?" shouted the rushing guard.

"Window, out of the window"

The orderly pointed, pausing between strokes. The guard poked his head out 
of the smashed frame, and stared in disbelief down the vertical wall to the 
car park three stories below. He scratched his head in wonder, as he watched 
the Clio drive away at speed.

He turned back to the orderly; his face was pale.

"That's just not possible, impossible that is."


Chapter 11: Outsider.

Lorraine drove towards the Kings Arms, her hunger rumbled within her 
abdomen. It was a little late for lunch, but then again, it wasn't food that 
interested her. There were bound to be some stragglers at the Pub, she would 
select a savoury male and have her fill, before she returned him to 
Ger'natha's tender mercies.

As she approached the Pub Lorraine spied a familiar figure traipsing up the 
lane. Lorraine slowed the car to a crawl as she approached Alice.

"Are you O.K., do you need a lift? Alice, why are you crying?" Lorraine 
queried.

"Damon's in a bad way, I don't think he will make it!" Alice sobbed.

"Of course he will, look, hop in and I'll take you home" Lorraine offered.

"Thanks, I need a friend at the moment" Alice flashed an unfelt smile.

As Lorraine drove to Alice and Damon's house, an uncomfortable silence fell 
on the car; other than an occasional sniffle from Alice, all was deathly 
quiet.

`I have to get her out of this mood. The vector program may become unstable 
if her stress level gets too high. Alice could be a danger to the project' 
Lorraine thought.

Lorraine jumped as Alice's voice broke into her pondering.

"Stop, you've driven past the cottage," Alice snapped.

"Sorry, I was miles away!" replied Lorraine.

Lorraine slipped the Vectra into reverse and slid back into the cottage 
driveway. Soon Alice and Lorraine were deep in discussion, as their teas 
grew cold on the lounge table.

"You look awfully stressed, Alice. Let me relax you a bit" Lorraine offered.

Alice said nothing, but she didn't resist as the warm hands kneaded her 
stiff neck muscles. Lorraine reached forward over the back of Alice's 
armchair, and rotated her thumbs into the tense knots on Alice's neck. Alice 
sighed.

"That's nice, don't stop"

Lorraine smiled; her eyes took on a slight purple cast.

"Don't worry, I won't stop until you've had enough," Lorraine cooed 
comfortingly.

Lorraine's hands strayed across Alice's responsive breasts, the nipples 
burst forth into stiff peaks. Alice looked up lovingly into Lorraine's eyes; 
her own eyes reflected the purple of her lover's. Lorraine gazed deep into 
Alice's limpid eyes; in an instant they changed back to intense cold blue.

"What am I doing? Damon's ill and I'm," Alice choked, "get off me, Lorraine! 
GET OUT!"

"What's wrong Alice, don't speak to me like that! I'm your friend" 
Lorraine's reply echoed her shock.

"You're no friend of mine! GET OUT!!" Alice screamed.

Lorraine saw the look in Alice's blue eyes, and argued no more; hurriedly 
she left. Alice collapsed back into her chair, in floods of tears. Lorraine 
ran to her Vectra
`Shit, she's rejecting the vector; I'd better tell Ger'natha.' Lorraine 
cursed herself for forgetting her mobile, and roared off in a cloud of 
gravel & dust.

Geraint stood back admiring the three full pods in front of him. One new 
warrior to be, one new vector, and his first offspring; all in all, the day 
had been more than satisfactory. The lab door opened behind him, and June 
entered.

"Mission accomplished Geraint, no more problems from Dr Saunders" June 
smiled wickedly.

"Excellent, it has been a most productive day! Do you feel ready for a 
little R&R, my dear?" Geraint asked.

"More than ready, but let me lose this ugly coating first!" grinned June.

The purple light started its emission from her eyes, but soon her body was 
covered in pinpricks of empurpled luminosity. The flash was as rapid as it 
was blinding; Ju'nutha of the C'phu tribe stood before her master. Geraint 
decided to drink in her beauty before transforming; Gul'nathan passion was 
not patient.

 From the fiery red crest on the top of her head to the black-clawed toes she 
was perfect. Geraint felt his desire rise, as did his squat member. 
Geraint's eyes glowed intensely, but before he could complete his 
transformation he was disturbed. Of all times for the phone to ring! Geraint 
grabbed the receiver from the wall mounting.

"YES!" he breathed the words with venom.

"Ger'natha, Alice is rejecting the vector, what should I do?" asked a puffed 
Lorraine.

"Go back and observe - if she rejects, terminate her!" Geraint snapped.

"Are you sure? What about her husband? Ger'natha, what about Damon?" 
Lorraine asked.

"Already terminated. Do as I say," Geraint uttered, "by the way, I am 
Geraint at the moment - learn to tell the difference. Don't call me 
Ger'natha outside of WI, you fool!"

"I'm sorry, I..." Lorraine was cut off in mid speech.

"Observe, then kill if no use. Understood, yesss" Ger'natha hissed and 
crumpled the handset in his clawed fist.

Ger'natha strode across the room towards his mate; his erect tail tapping 
against his upper abdomen. Ger'natha sprang, sinking his tail-organ deep 
into Ju'nutha's ripe fruit. Alien passion rocked the room, and called out to 
all of their species. The door on the furthest pod splintered, and a fully 
formed Gul'nathan warrior emerged. Si'natha joined the coupling, adding his 
bulk and power to the expatriate orgy.

Lorraine shrugged, and let the silent phone fall to hang uselessly in the 
phone box. `Well I've got my orders, I don't like them but, too bad' 
Lorraine thought, returning to the still running car. `I hope you don't 
reject, Alice, murder's not my thing', the car swept around in a tight 
semi-circle and headed back to the cottage.


Chapter 12: Revelation.

Alice was startled from her misery by the insistent ringing of her mobile 
phone.

"Hi, Alice Saunders," she answered, with more cheer than she felt.

"Mrs Saunders, it's Staff nurse Patel, I wonder if you could return to the 
hospital?" nurse Patel's voice was calm but persistent.

"What's wrong with Damon? Tell me, he should still be asleep shouldn't he?" 
Alice asked, frowning.

"It would be much better to discuss this face to face, Mrs Saunders" the 
over polite nurse suggested.

"He's dead isn't he? TELL ME!" Alice's voice was edged with panic.

"Please calm yourself Mrs Sau..." nurse Patel was rudely interrupted.

"TELL ME!" screamed Alice.

"Yes, but it's not due to..."

Alice hurled her phone against the lounge wall; it flew apart, the battery 
and keypad landing in opposite corners of the room. Alice grabbed her bag; 
frantically looking for the credit card that Damon had forced on her, all 
logic was gone. `It was the last thing he held, must find it.' Alice grasped 
the card and brought it to her trembling lips. The card felt oddly cold, 
Alice looked closer at it. It was too thick for a credit card; she screwed 
up her eyes to read the small script on it `Memory Stick PRO 1Gb', it was a 
data card. Alice ran to the computer in the study, `Damon has sent me a 
message' Alice's thoughts raced as she headed for the study.

Unknown to Alice her whole conversation had been observed; Lorraine crouched 
in the bushes watching carefully. She now crept to the study window, keeping 
her body low. She soon realised that Alice was too engrossed in the computer 
to notice anyone, and stood up a little way, to relieve her complaining 
muscles. Alice pushed the memory stick into the port on the front of the PC, 
and a folder opened on the desktop. Alice studied it intensely; a look of 
disappointment clouded her face. Lorraine saw Alice reach for the mouse and 
click.

The screen turned orange, and a large yellow word appeared `unravelled' 
Lorraine realised what the program was, one millisecond too late. Her eyes 
were now like Alice's, fixed on the glowing screen, as the orange colours 
shifted and danced. Synapses fired, connections were made - two minds had 
the vector uncovered in them. The control was shifted from autonomous to 
voluntary. The higher minds now knew of the vector, and had full access to 
its secrets and control. Reality snapped back into place as the swirling 
colours faded.

Alice swung away from the screen, her mind reeling with unwanted 
information. Her gaze fell directly on Lorraine, orange eye meet orange eye; 
she knew, they knew, they both knew all.

The grey suited man sat observing the London Street far below him with 
interest. This was his habit, his relaxation. The black phone on his solid 
oak desk rang; he swung his sculptured leather chair around with ease and 
gathered the handset into his manicured hand.

"Bowen, Ministry of Defence," he answered, "I see, tell me more"

Bowen listened with growing attention to the story he was being told, his 
body tensioned as his concern grew. Finally he spoke.

"You are right to contact me Dr Skelly, I will arrange a place of safety for 
you both. Leave it with me."

Bowen extended his right forefinger to cut off the call; he then keyed a 
short code.

"Charles, it's Woody, we've got a bit of a ball's up in Norfolk, yes that's 
right - WI. Look I need a safe house for a couple of women in danger, 
arrange it pronto could you?" he paused, "Smashing, fancy a rubber later on 
this week? Good I'll get someone on it. Cheerio!"

Bowen rested his hand on the desk momentarily, before swinging back to watch 
the masses below; his grey eyes calmly observed the scurrying populace. 
Affairs of state drifted away, and he was as motionless as the sign on his 
desk, as sculptured as the writing on its glossy surface. The writing that 
read `Anthony Woodford-Bowen, Minister of Defence.'

Lorraine sighed, and relaxed back onto the settee.

"We should be out of here tonight, Alice. Somewhere safe" she smiled.

"Thanks Lorraine, I judged you badly" Alice apologised.

Alice lifted her hands to Lorraine's ample bosom, and searched for the 
telltale peaks.

"This time I have no doubts," Alice murmured, as her lips met Lorraine's.

Part four of five

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Foot Notes (C)Yotna El'toub 2004
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