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Webb's Wonderful Web - Book 3 The War! - Chapter 3 of 15
By Yotna El'toub  (MC,FF,MF,MM,Alien,SF)

With thanks to my proofreaders Esu and Scorpiocat, for their 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 3: Born Free

Josh sat impatiently waiting for the others, some things he liked about 
working in a cell, others he hated. Since they had been inducted the 
threesome had been inseparable, initially it had been the strangeness of 
their new life - mixed with Bowen's cruelty that bound them. Bowen had a 
perverse habit of picking the youngest recruits to corrupt - as his 
personal, temporary slaves. The turnover was tremendous, as was the casualty 
rate. Josh would never forget the fate that befell the twins.

"Penny for your thoughts!" Julia chimed.

Her round face sprang into view, above the partition of the coffee bar.

"Oh, nothing, at least nothing that matters..." Josh mouthed.

"Well, come on then dreamer, Mandy and I have been busy - we have found a 
target!" Julia twittered, endearingly.

Josh dutifully followed Julia back to the car, his attentive eyes watching 
every undulation of the seductive behind waggling before him. He sighed, 
what was wrong? Why couldn't he just enjoy Julia's display? He concentrated, 
straining his mind to search the cul de sacs of his bound brain. Suddenly, 
all thought stopped.

`Primary objective: sexual terrorism cell `Pride' find and monitor enemy 
base. Do not attack, report to assault cell commander Ash'natha. Hold 
position observe and report duty only.


Secondary objective: `Pride' cell, en-route to primary objective locate, 
penetrate and convert worthwhile target communities, cell leader Mandy to 
select targets. Support and logistic function only.'

Josh's face relaxed, automaton-like he reached forward and groped Julia's 
right buttock with induced passion. Julia danced away giggling, and took her 
place in the passenger seat beside Mandy. Josh swung open the back door of 
the battered Sierra, and slumped in to the worn rear seat.

"What's the target Sis?" Josh asked excitedly.

"It's my surprise Bro, but you will enjoy it... That I'll guarantee" Mandy 
joked.

"Sounds like fun..." replied a grinning Josh.

"Yeah, and at least you are up for it - now!" Julia laughed, motioning her 
head towards the bulge in Josh's tight jeans.

"Now, now, there was never any doubt about that!" Josh roared.

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Eleanor loved the feel of the wind that rushed through her hair, and her new 
car supplied that sensation in buckets. The silver Saab 9-3 convertible 
flashed along the Berkshire lanes; Eleanor loved this sort of driving. 
Still, she was relieved to be approaching her destination it had been a long 
drive from her Norfolk home. With too much of it spent on busy `A' roads and 
motorways for her taste. With practiced ease Eleanor flicked a worn CD from 
the cluttered rack beside her, and slid it into the player. Once again the 
Beatles whispered their magic into her adoring ears.

Dutifully Eleanor slowed the car to the mandatory 30 mph as she entered 
Thatcham. She relished the run down feeling of the small town; it had been a 
long time, 12 years but little if anything had changed. Half a mile later 
she indicated right, and slipped into the narrow road sign-posted Cold Ash. 
After a few hundred yards the houses of Thatcham petered out and Eleanor was 
back in open countryside. An elegant hand made sign planted in the verge 
caught her eye. She smiled; my, the girls had been busy.


`Downe House, `Old Girls' reunion. Academic year 1991 to 1992. Welcome back 
to the Alma Mater'

Her dark eyes drank in the fluid script; once this would have been her job. 
She wondered whether this writer would end up leading a top-notch graphic 
design team, as she now did. Eleanor swung though the gateway into the one 
hundred acre grounds of the old house. It retained its easy elegance, set as 
it was, deep in the sumptuous gardens. The Saab glided effortlessly in the 
gap between a blue Porsche Boxter S and an Audi Quattro allroader, which 
gleamed in its on-road glory.

Eleanor pulled the keys from the ignition, and sashayed towards the main 
entrance. She was stopped in her tracks by the blast of a car horn. The 
driver gesticulated to Eleanor, who purely from politeness, crossed to the 
drivers window and lent forward.

"Can I offer assistance?" Eleanor gushed.

"I hope so, love. We're the casuals for the caterers - where will we find 
them?" asked the young woman.

"Indeed, just follow the road around to the right of the house, down the 
side for 75 yards and left under the arch, the kitchens will be in front of 
you". Eleanor directed.

"Thanks, bit late - you know how it is!"

The old Ford clattered away, leaving Eleanor to ponder.

`In fact I have no idea how it is, what would bring the yokels from Norfolk 
all this way for some casual work? Desperate I expect; judging by the car 
they need the income'

A pretty, polite girl greeted Eleanor as she walked through the vestibule, 
and into the house proper.

"Welcome back to Downe House, I am Leticia Grey, and you would be?"

"Rigsby, E., Former head girl Downe House"

"Excellent, please go through and join the others in the Teachers study" 
Leticia extended a hand towards the crowded room.

"Thank you" Eleanor smiled.

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Bowen was deep in thought, the skin above his grey-irised eyes was furrowed 
with concentration. At last he spoke.

"So you are telling me some of the subjects are rejecting the vector? How is 
this possible?" Bowen's voice trembled with barely suppressed anger.

"As we know the humans have a rare capacity for love, this has been 
difficult enough to overcome. However some of them regard another principle 
to be as, if not more important. In these few the vectors control is 
challenged, but none have fully rejected the vector - yet. It always regains 
control." John replied defensively.

"Weasel words! You failed to take into account this second principle of 
humanity. The vector has a flaw, and I An'natha have told the high council 
of our decision to conquer this perverse planet! You are an imebecile - 
Jo'natha, I will be banished if I fail! Tell me why I should not terminate 
you now?" Bowen growled, as he transformed.

"I am your only hope of salvation, I have a patch that will override the 
burning desire for freedom some of this accursed race have! I can repair the 
vector and ensure complete subservience - You need me, for once I will not 
back down!" Jo'natha snarled, staring back into An'natha's dead eyes with 
undisguised threat.

The Gul'nathan's moved, and closed the distance between them glaring at each 
other. The crests on their necks filled with blood and flushed deepest red. 
Soon one would strike, and one, or both would die; it was the Gul'nathan's 
only form of negotiation.

The air crackled with tension, and then, from nowhere a voice boomed.

"Desist! This is Multa'natha of the supreme council. Due to our concerns 
over this colonisation we have monitored your position. It is known to us, 
we are about to terminate the colonisation, and cleanse this world!"

Cold blood ran still colder; An'natha spoke in a reverential tone.

"Multa'natha I am willing to forego the colonisation, and return - I realise 
my failure"

"None of you will return. I will not risk further gene pool contamination 
from this planet! The human's have both of the most dangerous traits known 
to Gul'nanthan science, both love, and a desire for freedom. If they ever 
learned how to put the two together, they could contaminate the entire 
universe with this subversive philosophy. We, the supreme council, will not 
risk this - the world will be cleansed, and you with it!"

"Give me time - I have the answer, we can subjugate the humans, and adsorb 
the entire gene pool of this world. Just imagine the power we will wield if 
we can understand love and freedom; The Gul'natha can pervert these emotions 
to our ends. We will be unstoppable! This would all be due to your wisdom 
Multa'natha."  Jo'natha pleaded.

"You speak well, Jo'natha, but the will of the council cannot be undone. I, 
as powerful as I am, cannot reverse its decision. I will grant a 
postponement, if you can give me evidence of your case - I will take it back 
to the council. For such power they may indeed yield."

" A postponement, for how long? We need time to implement the patch and 
ensure its effectiveness." Jo'natha asked.

"You have one cycle of the planets satellite; fail in that time and we 
cleanse... Yesssssss,"

Mul'natha paused.

"Do you need An'natha's help to implement your plan?"

"He is of no help to my plan" replied Jo'natha, licking his dry lips.

"Banish him, now! Yessssssss" Mul'natha ordered.

Jo'natha's clawed hand flashed, driving into the chest of an unprepared 
An'natha. Jo'natha held the pumping heart, he felt the blood bathe his face, 
and swallowed lustily.

He had won promotion; it was the Gul'nathan way.

                ---------------------

Three figures beavered away at the back of a white catering truck moving and 
stacking food onto crowded trolleys. In an instant all activity stopped and 
they turned to face each other, expressionless. Priories were updated, and 
authority transferred.

"Come on you lot! Get on with it!" shouted a small woman from the kitchen 
doorway, "It's no time for a mother's conference..."

Commands barked, she turned back to her aproned colleague.

"I don't know where that agency gets its casuals, but they're all the bloody 
same! It's up to us again Joyce..."

"You are so right Mary, nothing changes... I just wish for once - it would," 
laughed Joyce.

Meanwhile away from the kitchens, Eleanor circulated. Seeking out her old 
friends, most were yet to arrive, it seemed. Then there was a flash of 
recognition from across the room. An arm was raised - it was Becca! Eleanor 
weaved her way through her former year mates; a few smiled, most were 
stony-faced. `Well it wasn't a popularity contest back then' she thought, 
unrepentantly.

"Becca, it is so good to see you, mwah..." Eleanor puckered her lips in 
skilled pretence.

"Mwah, mwah, Dear Eleanor, likewise my dear. Oh, and it is Rebecca now..." 
Rebecca grinned.

"Of course it is, we have so much catching up to do" Eleanor squealed.

"Only reason I came, it wasn't for most of these oiks, I had enough trouble 
with them years ago" Rebecca's grin faded.

"It was our job to prevent moral turpitude, we did right!
What happened in the dorm that night was repugnant! The nasty little 
lesbians deserved dobbing in, anyway forget that - let's chat" Eleanor 
soothed, and led her old friend off into a secluded corner.

The room continued to fill, and the hubbub of conversation rose from barely 
audible to majestic levels. The ring of the dinner bell silenced all.

"Ladies, as always the bell works its magic," the head paused for the pulse 
of laughter, "once more enjoy the hospitality of Downe House. Dinner is 
served; pray be seated for grace"

The housemistress rose when the scrapping of chair legs on the marbled 
floors ceased.

"Your humble servants thank you Lord, for that which you are to provide... 
Amen"

The room echoed, as of old, to the hushed `Amen's" of the girls.

The large oak double doors swung open, and formally attired waiting staff 
appeared, resplendent with domed silver trays in hand.

Minutes later the chatter returned mingled with the clinking of cutlery and 
glasses as the privileged women enjoyed the introductory course. Not one of 
them paid any attention to the still waiting staff, stationed statute-like 
around the rooms perimeter. None noticed the odd glow in some of their 
servant's eyes.

Eleanor talked happily away to Rebecca, and the two friends that had 
belatedly joined them, Annie and Phyllis.

"...of course Giles is very big in the City now. Can you believe it though the 
nincompoop wanted to come here - tonight!" Eleanor giggled.

"So did my Clive, said he wanted to see what public school girls got up to 
together. The wretch," Annie drew in her breath, "I told him, ex-pupils 
only, and besides it would be nowhere near as fevered as his imagination 
would have it"

"Quite so, we know how to behave," laughed Phyllis.

"At least some of us do," Rebecca quipped, nodding her head towards Susan 
and Clara, who were sitting opposite each other slightly further up the 
table.

The huddle of four friends fell about with mirth, their guffaws eventually 
fell on Susan's ears; she coloured brightly, before turning her head 
resolutely away from her old tormentors.

Eleanor recovered some of her composure; she hadn't laughed this much in 
years, her sides positively ached.
If only she hadn't felt as warm, it would be ideal Suddenly she was very 
aware of something trickling down her thigh - surely she hadn't wet herself 
laughing?

Surreptitiously, she burrowed her left hand under the table, and through the 
folds of her evening gown. She gasped as her fingers met the slick fluid, 
and trembled at the seductive touch of her own fingers on her damp thigh. 
Secretly her digits danced a well-known path to her quivering mound. Once 
there, her fingers smoothed the slick secretions over her silk thong. Her 
lips parted, and a shaking tongue rasped over the pearlescent lip-gloss. 
Eleanor's trembling fingers slid under the edge of her soaked thong, and 
thrilled at the feel of her bare labia. Eleanor's thumb rubbed with its 
familiar rhythm, coaxing her clitoris from under its fleshy hood.

Eleanor froze, `What am I doing?' flashed through her mind. Her eyes flew 
open, darting around the room to see if her shameful behaviour had been 
noticed. Her dark eyes drank in a gloriously debauched vision. All around 
her, women celebrated their sexuality, most like her in silent masturbation. 
A few were more open - freeing their breasts for others to touch or suckle. 
One serviced a young man with her mouth, taking the full length of his solid 
rod deep within her full lips.

Her eyes focussed closer, just a few seats away from her Susan kissed Clara, 
running her long tongue over Clara's in a sinuous dance. Eleanor's lust 
soared, the disgust she had felt when she last saw this all those years ago 
was spent. Her thumb pressed down harder on her rebellious fat organ, and 
she moaned. Her eyes returned to her friends, and widened with surprise.

Right in front of her Annie ran her flexing tongue tip over the ripe 
crenulations around the dark tip of Clara's right breast. Annie's hands had 
to be busy in her own lap, if her body jerking was any guide. Beside her, 
Clara stretched luxuriantly arching her back to offer her nipples to Annie's 
worshipful lapping. Clara's left hand held her pink lips wide open, so her 
other hand could plunder the depths of her clenching opening. Eleanor 
watched in awe as Clara's hand delved deeply, slipping in effortlessly right 
up to her wrist.

Eleanor bucked against her rotating rude thumb; perspiration ran in rivulets 
down her taut face.
Then she felt it, first the breath, and then delicate lips grazing her 
Brazilian waxed mound. She watched in fascination as the top of Rebecca's 
head fell towards her loins. The sensation, when it arrived - was too much; 
Rebecca's swirling, velvet mouth took Eleanor to her first climax for 
months. It was heaven, pure heaven, and Eleanor did nothing to stop her 
bladder bathing Rebecca with its musky contents.

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"Just what the merry hell are they playing at?" Mary asked Joyce, 
rhetorically.

"They should have finished starters by now! I don't want this course to 
stew," Mary paused for thought, "I'm going out there, come on!"

"Do you think we should?" asked Joyce timidly.

"It's our job to make sure the girls are served properly, if need be we will 
do it ourselves! You wait until I speak to that agency - I'll skin `em 
alive, I will" Mary commanded, tapping her foot in aggravated impatience.

Joyce nodded, Joyce went along with Mary - as always. She followed the tiny 
woman up the polished corridor, struggling to keep up with Mary's furious 
pace. As they approached the dining hall a wall of sound met them. It was an 
odd noise, difficult to account for.

"I didn't think they had entertainment tonight? It sounds like a ruddy Roman 
orgy in there!" Mary tutted, her disapproval was clear.

Her hand gripped the brass doorknob and turned it fully, Mary hesitated for 
a second, and then threw the door wide open. She strode confidently in to 
the room and stopped dead, not even reacting when Joyce clattered into her 
from behind. Mary gawped at the sight before her, it was the casual - the 
county bumpkin; he was busily buggering a naked Leticia Grey with 
enthusiasm!

Beyond this outrage the rest of the room was in complete bedlam. Bodies 
sprawled everywhere, and some of them were rubbing food - her food, onto 
each other with real gusto. Mary stood open mouthed, her lips forming words 
that her throat never delivered - for once she was speechless.

Behind her Joyce panicked, she spun on her heels and tried to bolt for the 
kitchen. Even with the polished floor she would have normally made good her 
escape. However, the spilt food and drink made the surface ice-rink slick. 
Joyce skidded, and hurtled into Mary sending the dumbstruck little woman 
careering into the room. Both the cook's hit the floor hard; both were 
quickly surrounded and then covered in younger female flesh.

Mary fought like a tiger, connecting solidly with several punches before the 
weight of numbers smothered her. She resisted the attempts to remove her 
blouse. Bit at the hands that split her favourite bra in two. Marvelled as 
her nipples erected and eventually, she enthusiastically licked the soft 
folds that were offered to her.

Joyce faired no better, but for a single church going woman, her overall 
performance was impressive. She with her moral outrage lasted a bit longer. 
Nonetheless, shortly after Mary her newfound lust got the better of her high 
standards. Soon Joyce writhed against the myriad of worshipping mouths that 
surrounded her. She shouted her first ever orgasm into the heaving hall.

The room resounded for hours to the cries of the lust-ridden women, Mary and 
Joyce were good to their word. It took time, but all the girls were served - 
and properly.

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Part 3 of 15

Book Three of the WWW Trilogy


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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. 
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