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Webb's Wonderful Web by Yotna El'toub Part 5 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 13: Preparation.

Ger'natha spoke to his fellow Gul'nathan's.

"We are the advanced force of a warrior tribe that will wipe all traces of 
the human race from this planet; and claim it for the C'phu as their 
rightful home world, yesss!"

He swivelled his neck to take in the whole of his command group, they were 
resplendent in their post coital colouring. Two giant warriors stood either 
side of Ju'nutha, their long tongues toying with her distended puce nipples. 
Si'natha and As'natha were powerfully built with armoured scales protecting 
their chests and shoulders. Their eyes smouldered with the desire for blood, 
mammalian blood - fresh and red, predators of deadly tooth and claw. They 
were separated by the most desirable siren, a reptile to tempt any human 
astray, regardless of gender.

"Within weeks each of you will command a legion of your own kind. We must 
prepare for war, it will come - and our enemies will perish. Yesss, 
perisssshhh," Ger'natha paused, "but for now we must return to their 
disgusting form, so we may move among them unseen. Not for long, once we 
have ascendancy the mask will be discarded. Yesss!"

Long seconds passed before the room was once again briefly bathed in intense 
purple. Geraint directed the group to observe the emergence of the newest 
vector.

Liz's eyes opened as the pod door swung away from her modified body, and she 
stepped into the room.

"Allow me to make the introductions," Geraint paused, "we are you master's 
and mistress, Simon, Ash, June and myself Geraint. How are you?"

Liz said nothing, but snarled at the group, her eyes flashing purple.

"Excellent, but of no use here - we are immune to your call. The prey lies 
outside. I see the program continues to evolve - you are quite a handful" 
Geraint reached out to grope a prominent breast.

Liz's reaction beat his, her hand caught his in mid-flight.

"Only for prey," Liz laughed, "you don't qualify"

Geraint grinned with delight.

"Go, recruit more - soon we will be unstoppable - the hive mind grows in 
power." Geraint ordered.

Liz turned; dressed, and headed for the door, all eyes followed the 
succubus. Even Gul'nathan's were not totally immune to her subtle seduction.

A speaker, burst into life.

"Geraint to video conference suite, the High Counsel requires an audience"

"Repeat - Geraint to video conference suite, the High Counsel requires an 
audience"

Geraint paled slightly, and rushed to the door, even he didn't want to keep 
the High Counsel waiting; his wrath was legendary.

It was 15 minutes before Geraint re-joined the others.

"We have our first task, we have been asked to neutralise Dr Skelly and Mrs 
Saunders. There is no time to waste. Simon and Ash, you will carry out the 
terminations. LEAVE NOW!"

"Oh, and do not fail me" Geraint warned, his yellowed eyes glinting 
savagely.

Alice walked to the door with some caution; hopefully this would be the 
police escort. She used the viewer for the first time in months, peering 
into its small brass centre. Two uniformed officers stood on the step, Alice 
sighed her relief and opened the door.

"WPC Pamela Green, and WPC Geraldine Jones" the smaller blond PC spoke.

"Can I see your I.D. please," Alice asked softly, "sorry but I need to be 
certain"

"Understood" replied the brunette.

Both held their Norfolk Constabulary cards up for inspection.

"Great, thanks, come in" smiled Alice.

Alice introduced the WPC's to Lorraine, who smiled a knowing smile to Alice.

"Please don't stand on formalities, we're going to be house mates for some 
time, at least until this is resolved. I am Gerry and this is Pam," said 
Gerry.

Lorraine's smile grew to a grin.

"We look forward to getting to know you better" she quipped.

For no apparent reason, Alice blushed.

"No time to lose, are you packed?" asked Pam.

"Yes, we're ready," replied Alice, "the liaison officer told us to be"

"Ladies, lets go, we may just get there in daylight, if we put our foot 
down" Gerry ordered.

Lorraine and Alice sat together in the back of the speeding police car; they 
clutched each other's hands. Around them the Norfolk countryside flew past, 
but they ignored the spring fields dappled with the evening sunshine. Fear 
concentrated their minds on the arrival; the journey was just to be endured.

Silas Blanton prepared for his evening walk; Silas was a sad figure, the 
wrong side of sixty, friendless and penniless. He scraped a living from the 
odd jobbing for the local farmers, even they only put up with him, as his 
rates were so low. Silas glanced out of his window, next doors little girl 
was playing in the garden. He watched her fragile movements closely, out of 
nowhere her mother appeared and ushered Cindy indoors; the woman gave Silas 
a long withering stare. Silas closed the curtains and sighed.

`They'll never know, I'd not harm a hair of her head. She's just like my 
Mary...' Silas thought wistfully.

A single tear wandered down his sallow, unshaven cheek.

"Shep, come on boy" Silas whistled

A flash of black and white tumbled into the room and weaved in and out of 
Silas's bandy legs.

"Calm down, boy!" Silas ordered, "Let me get this lead on"

Shep stared up into his master's face with unconditional love.

"You're a good lad, come on Shep" Silas muttered, his grubby hand ruffling 
sleek fur.

The odd couple wandered along the lane, looking directly ahead, around them 
unseen curtains twitched. The lane opened out and merged into a copse of 
trees; Silas bent awkwardly and let Shep free. Silas shivered, it might be 
spring but the evenings were still nippy, an orange sun dipped below the 
misty horizon. Silas liked the night - it hid things.



Chapter 14: Discovery.

Lorraine was the first to enter the two up two down residence. Its humble 
exterior denied its size and comfort.

"This is pretty nice, bagsy the front bedroom" she called.

"I'm afraid you and Alice will need to share!" Gerry called out.

`Not too much of a problem' thought Lorraine.

After 30 minutes of unpacking and exploring, the girls slumped down in the 
living room.

"At least you look more comfortable in your casuals" Alice commented to 
Gerry and Pam.

"We are, it's a bit of a holiday for us, but we are on duty 24/7" Pam 
replied.

"We'll try to make you duties as pleasant as possible" chuckled Lorraine.

"Are we still in Norfolk?" Alice queried.

"No Suffolk, just on the outskirts of Newmarket" Gerry answered.

"Oh great, is there a race meet on" Alice asked naively.

"Even if there were, I doubt if Pam And Gerry would be too keen on us being 
somewhere that public," Lorraine answered.

"Correct!" added Pam with a grin.

"Oh, well at least the countryside's nice," said Alice gazing out of the 
French windows.

The rear garden and wood beyond were still just visible in the twilight.

"Coffee anyone?" asked Lorraine.

"Please," chorused three voices.

"Alice, can you help" Lorraine asked.

Lorraine and Alice sat at the kitchen table waiting for the kettle to come 
to the boil. Alice noticed that Lorraine was unusually quiet

"Are you OK?" she asked.

Lorraine said nothing but turned to face Alice, her eyes shimmered with an 
orange light. Alice nodded - she felt it too.

Back in the living room, Gerry nudged Pam in the ribs.

"I'm just going to pop outside for a ciggie, keep your eye on things, OK?"

"Sure" uttered Pam, in her best clipped anti-smoking voice.

Gerry walked out on to the porch and opened her pack of Superkings; she 
fished inside and retrieved a small square black plastic device. Gripping it 
firmly between finger and thumb she activated it, and slipped it under the 
`Welcome' mat. Gerry smiled as she smoked in silence.

Ash sat in the drivers seat beside Simon; two sets of eyes were trained on 
the portable GPS between them. The screen of the device flicked and two 
lines swept across it face to form crosshairs. Simon zoomed the view in.

"Drive, follow my navigation" he barked at Ash.

The black Primera launched itself into the night at speed.

"It's not too far, our source was good! First left, straight on for 2 miles 
then right 500 yards, to target" Simon directed.

Minutes later the car silently passed the target house.

"Head up there," said Simon, pointing to a lane.

"We'll approach from the rear, outflank them" Simon laughed with gusto.

Ash grinned wickedly.

Silas stood on the slight ridge in the wood, his favoured spot. He swept his 
binoculars around in an arc; it was very quiet tonight - no sign of the 
badgers at all. Silas continued to scan for activity; his eyeglasses passed 
a bright window. Silas paused, and then refocused on the bright pane. What 
he saw warmed his loins, his long penis hardened - for the first time in 35 
years, for the first time since `that' night.

He watched the four naked women with fascination, he'd heard of such things 
- but to see it! Numb fingers pulled clumsily at his greasy fly, his large 
erection fell into his ready hand. The brunette, god she was superb, her 
head flung back in passion, as her partner plunged her face into the fleece 
between her thighs.

As Silas pumped his shaft with increasing vigour, the wide tip expanded. Now 
they formed a ring, all four of them, mouth to slit as they writhed on the 
living room carpet. Silas could take no more, gobs of semen cascaded from 
his twitching prick, adding to the stains already soiling his trousers.

It took him several minutes to recover; finally he raised his glasses to his 
eyes once more. The orgy was over, the brunette was very distressed - 
crying, and talking excitedly to the others. Then she did something that 
stopped Silas's heart, she pointed directly at him! Silas panicked, catching 
his shrinking member painfully in his fly as he hurriedly zipped it. `No 
time to sort that, run!' Silas fled, Shep rushed after him enthusiastically.

Reaching a blighted tree Silas paused, and rested his weight against it 
puffing heavily. For a brief instant the wood lit up with a purple flash 
`Christ a storm, that's all I need!' But then Silas smiled - `it will hide 
my tracks, I'm in the clear.' Shep suddenly went berserk barking and 
growling at the sky.

"It's just a storm, nothing else" Silas laughed.

But Shep knew better, he dashed off to attack the intruders. As Silas 
watched in wonder, Shep disappeared into the darkness. There was a sudden 
squeal, Shep's barking stopped.

"Shep, Shep boy, you alright?" Silas called as he wandered after the wayward 
dog.

"Shep, is that you! What the FU..." Silas's voice cut off in a strangled cry.

His crumpled body fell heavily to the forest floor. Silas lay flat on his 
back gazing at the night sky with sightless eyes. His only friend sat 
pinning at his side. Shep would not judge him, others would. Others would 
gather at the church in the morning commenting on his state of attire and 
muttering `Good riddance.' But then only Shep really knew Silas.


Chapter 15: Predators.

Bowen's face was as dark as thunder, he said nothing but listened intently 
to the humble apology. Finally the excuses finished, and there was an 
expectant pause.

"I am extremely disappointed, you were given a simple task and you have 
failed miserably, heads will roll" he savaged the speaker.

Bowen slammed down the phone and hung his grey haired head in his hands. 
`How could this happen? The safe house was selected so carefully' He sighed 
deeply, and swung his chair into it's favourite meditative position.

Coolly he observed the dark streets below `they still rush back and forth in 
their little lives, so unaware' He thought grimly. The frown faded, his grey 
irises widened from vertical slits, into a more rounded shape. Bowen watched 
patiently in a hypnotic state one phrase running through his apparently 
inactive mind.

"Patience, yes patience is all. Yesss!"


The end.

Part five of five.

Part One of the WWW Trilogy: More to come soon!


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Foot Notes (C)Yotna El'toub 2004
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I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.  
As always, feedback is appreciated, since it is my only payment for my work. 
Please address comments to Yotna.eltoub@hushmail.com

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