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Webb's Wonderful Web - Book 2 Resistance - Part 4 of 5
By Yotna El'toub (Caution MC,inc,F/F/f,MF,Alien,SF, mild zoo),WS.
With thanks to my proof reader Scorpiocat, for her humour and friendship.
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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.
(C) Yotna El'toub 2004
Chapter 10: Caught
Bowen cursed as he ran his grey eyes over his team.
`One of you is a traitor, but which one?'
As dark thoughts of revenge stirred in Bowen's mind his brow tightened into
a knot. He snarled, and sliced the 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 on, and tied a clean handkerchief around his wound, tightening 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 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 grabbed 9 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 turned up the time and 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 should 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. At once 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 he retrieved each one; ignoring his rumbling stomach he retuned
them safely to the right positions in the box.
Silas straightened up, and was confronted by a strange man staring at him
from the bathroom mirror. He froze, so did the man, he moved, so 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 idly registered something flit
across her vision.
"Shit Geo, you bit my tongue - I think it's bleeding, damn! Take it easy
will you..." Gerry mumbled though her partly closed fingers.
"Silas, wait - where are you going?" Geo called as she hurtled for the
kitchen door.
Silas looked back over his shoulder, the young girl was gaining on him, and
she'd already past Shep, who limped along gamely. Silas drew another ragged
breath and tried to accelerate. He had nothing left, the adrenalin was
burning out, and Silas's 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. Silas fell like a rag doll, and crumpled
into an unmoving heap on the roadside.
Geo stood over the tramps 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 she 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 his surprise.
"Kill the shape-shifter, kill it now!!" An'natha roared.
June's vision had 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 beaconed; 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, Gregory 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
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 could begin.
Candice smiled a lascivious smile and licked her lips, circling Greg's
erupting cock with warm saliva.
`Soon, yesssss, very soon'
Part 4 of 5
Book Two of the WWW Trilogy
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Foot Notes (C)Yotna El'toub 2004
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