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Webb's Wonderful Web - Book 2 Resistance - Part 3 of 5
By Yotna El'toub  (Caution MC,inc,F/F/f,MF,Alien,SF, mild zoo,WS)
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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
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Chapter 7: The web widens

Bowen stretched his cramped arms and sighed in satisfaction, the web 
designers had finalised the front end, and the code was at last in place. 
Tonight he would roll out the local test; if that was a success, the pod 
plant down on Salisbury plain could be activated, and the vector would have 
access to the whole of this insignificant island. Bowen thought back to the 
planning session he had undertaken; the doubts his opponents had voiced, 
about giving him his first planet to subjugate. There would be no doubts 
soon. His plan was perfect. Bowen fell into reflective thought.

`By picking this small secretive island I have given myself the ideal cover. 
The Council had wanted to infiltrate America, fools! The American's had a 
transparent political system - well, transparent compared to this restricted 
Isle. I had no problem diverting funds, burying the construction plans in 
committee after committee, and finally subverting the planning application.' 
Bowen grinned.

`What an easily led place this is; and as for finding a corrupt businessman, 
child's play, Geraint had beat a hasty path to the Ministries door, just as 
soon as he got wind of the contract'

Bowen's smile diminished as he shook his thoughts away, and concentrated 
back on the flickering screen. The friendly script emblazoned a welcome and 
its promise.

`Webb's Industries invite you to join us in fundamental research! Change the 
face of the Planet. For a small investment of your computer's time you can 
further science, AND TAKE A FREE ONE-MONTH HOLIDAY ANWHERE IN THE WORLD - NO 
EXPENSE SPARED! Do you qualify? - Complete our short survey to check.'

Bowen nodded, and picked up the phone, he jabbed a few buttons with gusto.

"John, it's ready - now remind me, what's the tag - just how do we get them 
to the site?"

"I've organised that sir, we've paid for a flash advert on the BBC's and 
ITV's websites - it just details the holiday - our trap is just one click 
away!" John replied in a self assured tone.

"Fine, well done! You will be rewarded well," Bowen paused, feeling for once 
the weight of history on his shoulders, "Webb's wonderful web - GO LIVE!" 
His voice peaked, crackling with excitement.

"Done, WWW is live, and receiving it's first hits" John reported.

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


Josh was bored, another dull day in sleepy Norwich, nothing ever happened 
around here! Since Lynn had dumped him, his life was just one long ache. 
Josh struggled out of bed, and glanced at the clock, 16:54 at least the 
evening was nearly here, there was some footy on Sky later - a short, but 
welcome distraction. Josh sneered as he heard giggles mixed with the sound 
of 'Pink' emanating from his sister's room next door. She had guests again, 
Josh wondered idly who it would be this time, maybe Emma, she was cool or 
Julia - now that was one fit lady.

Josh shrugged, not that it mattered, as a younger brother he would never 
score with any of Mandy's friends. Josh pulled on his jeans, threw on his 
least creased t-shirt and plodded barefooted downstairs. A quick visit to 
the kitchen saw him emerge, smiling, with a full glass of OJ and a pork pie. 
Josh walked into the front room and plonked himself down on to a swivel 
chair, in front of the PC. Without any enthusiasm he clicked on the large 
blue 'e' on the desktop.

The BBC homepage appeared before his weary pupils, Josh yawned, 'Dad you are 
so, middle class - couldn't you find something better than this as a home 
page?' Josh was just about to check out the football news when he noticed 
the ad; he read it to himself out aloud.

"TAKE A FREE ONE-MONTH HOLIDAY ANWHERE IN THE WORLD - NO EXPENSE SPARED! Do 
you qualify? - Complete our short survey to check!"

'Must be one hell of a catch, Huh, I bet I wouldn't qualify!' Josh though - 
still, he followed the link.

It looked simple enough, 'OK, let's see'

Age: 16
Post Code: NR1 2NZ
Do you have 2 or more friends who would like to travel with you?: Yes
Can you travel at a moments notice?: Yes
Do you have any commitments over the next month? No

Josh pressed submit and waited...

Pre-qualification complete, status provisional acceptance; please confirm 
the following:

Sex: Male
Any disabilities?: No
Are you currently at your home postcode?: Yes
Can you confirm your house number?: 35

Josh pressed submit and waited...

'Full acceptance confirmed, please wait for the video to load, do not leave 
this page. Leaving the page automatically disqualifies you from the holiday 
offer...'

Josh watched the status bar slowly move.

'Holiday offer - this has got to be timeshare - still it's not as if they 
can make me do it!' Josh smiled at the thought of anyone forcing him to do 
anything. His parent's had finally learnt that, and had left him at home 
with Mandy - while they explored the Ch teaux of the Loire, thankfully 
alone.

Josh's attention was drawn back to the screen.

'Webb's Industries wishes to confirm your free one month holiday, please 
give the video your full attention for further details"

Josh blinked as the screen blanked; it was replaced by a mass of swirling 
colours 'Weird intro, but pretty cool...' Josh concentrated on the screen, 
waiting for the video selling to kick in. It never did. Josh's eyes stayed 
fixed, staring, his now open mind dumbly accepting the instructions, 
preparing for the vector.

Minutes passed, eventually Josh moved his arms; he typed, and clicked the 
submit button. Josh stood and shuffled towards the door, behind him one line 
of writing flashed on the computer's screen, it read 'Please get your 
travelling companions, and show them the next video'.

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

Petunia excused herself from Liz and Simon's pleasant company, and walked 
along the jostling carriage towards the lavatory. She was doubly 
uncomfortable, one she detested these modern unisex toilets, and two, she 
was not going to use it solely for its intended purpose. Petunia had two 
urges competing in her `lower regions', the first an urge to urinate and the 
other, a burning desire to masturbate.

Entering the cramped cubicle Petunia sat astride the plastic pedestal, her 
urgent hands pulled the underwear clear of her sopping channel. Impatient 
fingers were warmed by a steady flow of urine, trickling over them. She 
explored her slick labia, ignoring the stream of pee. Petunia's mind was at 
once repulsed, but excited by the deeply unsavoury act. Overwhelming desire 
directed her other hand, and it snaked up her stomach to the slopes of her 
heaving breasts. It did not take long; Petunia bit her bottom lip hard - the 
pain only just stopped her from freely signalling her total abandonment to 
her fellow passengers.

There was a gentle knock on the lavatory door, Petunia's eyes flew open, and 
her face flushed deep pink. Flustered and embarrassed she called back, in as 
restrained a voice as she could.

"Coming!" the irony of her phrase panicked her further.

`Oh god, did they hear, what is wrong with me today - I haven't abused 
myself since I was a girl' Petunia's thoughts went into freefall; she 
hurriedly made herself presentable. Finally she unlocked the door.

"I really am most sor..." Petunia never finished her sentence.

Strong hands gripped her shoulders and forced her back into the cubicle.

"Simon, what are you..." Petunia protested.

"Shut up bitch, you are my bitch - I am your master, do you understand?" 
Simon growled, his purple eyes boring into Petunia's soul.

"I understand, but..." Petunia began, hesitating.

"There are no buts, you are a bitch, my bitch. To all others you are a 
Mistress. But to me a slave, a bitch, yes?" Simon asked sternly.

Petunia's eyes hardened.

"Yes, I am a bitch, I have always wanted to be a bitch, yes Simon" the 
uncertainty had gone.

"Good, now service you master - bitch" Simon pressed his hands firmly down 
on Petunia's shoulders.

Petunia crouched; unworried by her contorted body she curved her form around 
the inconveniently positioned pedestal. She gripped the tab on Simon's 
zipper and started to pull.

"Use your teeth, not your fingers" Simon chided.

Petunia crushed her elegant mouth against the bulge in Simon's trousers, and 
nibbled upwards, searching for the small metal protrusion. Her teeth found 
it and bit hard, moving her head swiftly she drew the zip down. Simon's hot 
organ thrust out, rubbing against her cool cheek, she gazed at it lovingly. 
Her eyes widened in delight at its trembling girth. Simon's hands drew her 
steadily up; he positioned her moistened lips at the pulsing head of his 
shaft.

"Service me, yesss!" Simon cooed, as the small room flashed purple.

Without hesitation Petunia gobbled down the straining stem, pausing only 
once, as the solid tip grazed past her widened throat. Petunia slipped her 
fluid tongue past the base of Simon's cock and traced its tip over the 
puckered skin of his dancing balls. Slowly her hands slid over his muscled 
thighs, the fingertips were targeting Simon's spasming anus.

Fleetingly Petunia wondered at her daring, feeling the velvet grip of 
Simon's muscles on her fingers as she drove on towards his waiting prostate.


`How can I do this - how do I know?'

All Petunia's doubts receded, as Simon pulled his knarled shaft across her 
writhing tongue; sensations were all that mattered. Simon was here to be 
serviced, to be enjoyed. Simon pushed his hips forward once more; from 
nowhere a white-hot pain exploded in Petunia's throat, she almost fell, 
feeling the call of welcome oblivion. However, she did not. Simon pulled his 
shrinking organ roughly away from Petunia's gasping mouth.

"You are strong, excellent, now remember, you are the bitch, The Mistress, 
yesss? Simon spoke quietly now.

"The Mistress, the bitch! Yesss!" Petunia repeated, breathing hard.

There was another flash, Simon tidied his attire and left the cubicle 
without another word.

Petunia stayed, waiting, patiently, for her first slave to enter the lair.
			-----------------------


Chapter 8: First aid and more.

Silas felt awful, his head ached, and the world swayed and rolled nosily. He 
groaned in protest, and immediately felt a warm lick wash his wakening face.

"Hey!" Geo paused for effect, "our trampy man is back in the world of the 
living."

Gerry growled at the old guy from the front of the Explorer.

"OK, Mr. Just who the hell are you, and how do you know us?"

"Please, calm down - I'm sorry if I was rude earlier but it's been an odd 
few days," Silas paused, "I'm Silas Blanton - a couple of nights ago I saw 
you and you friends, by complete accident, and very exciting it was. But all 
in all I'd rather I'd never seen your orgy - it's cost me too much!"

Alice spoke calmly.

"What has it cost you Silas?"

"Damn monsters got me, reptile things, beat me up bad - buried me alive. If 
it hadn't of been for good ole Shep here, I would've been a goner" Silas, 
ruffled Shep's fur as he talked.

"Oh well done, good ole Shep," Gerry snapped, "when can we dump this old 
fart, and get on with saving Pam?"

"Soon, but there's no need to be so unkind - it's not Silas's fault!" Alice 
defended the shaky old guy.

"Why do you need to save someone? Is she one of your friends?" Silas asked, 
his eyes twinkling.

"Yes and she's been hurt by the same bastards that knocked you out! She's 
dying - and you fart breath have held us up!" Gerry spat.

"Do not address me in that way Geraldine" a new voice thundered from deep 
within Silas.

Gerry's jaw dropped, she gaped, in wonder, at Silas.

"Dad, Daddy is that you?" she barely whispered.

Silas returned Gerry's dumbfounded expression.

"I don't know who that was, but I do know I'm your friends only hope. In 
fact I'm the world's only hope," Silas's eyes clouded with tears, "what's 
happening to me? I'm going mad!"

"It sure sounds like it Grandpa," Geo replied, pulling Shep protectively to 
her side.

"I'm not so sure Geo, that voice was my fathers, Geraint Jones. I can't be 
mistaken. Shit, I don't understand it either, but I think the sad old fart 
is important." Gerry blinked, still recovering her composure.

"Whatever's going on, we stay together and save Pam!" Alice ordered.

Three voices replied as if they were one.

"Agreed!"

Shep yelped in chorus, and laughter temporarily filled the explorers 
interior.

"I think we've got a team - a bit of an odd one, but it's still a team!" 
Gerry observed, with the wryest of smiles.

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

Mandy lay on the bed, eyes closed, listening to the CD reach its end. As 'Is 
it love' faded away, her relaxation was rudely interrupted.

"Mand, I think you brother wants something" Julia's voice cut in, sounding 
oddly amused.

"What is it, dogbreath?" Mandy asked rolling over to scowl at her brother.

Josh stood framed in the doorway, his usual scruffy self, usual except for 
one prominent feature. He seemed blissfully unaware, but a massive boner 
distorted his jeans. Josh spoke quietly.

"I've got something to show you, on the PC!"

"Oh, little Josh! Have we found the porn then?" Mandy teased, nodding 
towards his bobbing crouch.

Julia let out a stifled snort of derision.

"No, not that, I've won a holiday, a month long holiday anywhere I like" 
Josh replied.

"It'll be a con," Julia giggled.

"No it's not! Anywhere in the world, for a month - with two friends I pick. 
I did wonder about you two but if..." Josh's sentence was cut off.

"We'll come and see, but it better be good, and not one of your wind ups!" 
Mandy warned her younger sibling.

"You'll see" said Josh, already starting to wonder if he should have asked 
Mandy at all.

Sure enough they did see, Mandy pulled a chair over for Julia, and examined 
the screen.

'Please get your travelling companions, and show them the next video'

Mandy clicked the 'Present' button and waited.

'Your friend 'Josh' has won a month long holiday to any location in the 
world!'

'The great news is he wants you to come with him. Do you want to?'

Mandy grinned, and gave Julia an unseen wink before pressing the 'yes' 
button. Mandy was still sure this was some spoof site that Josh had found; 
but she might as well go along with the joke for now.

'Just a few questions to confirm your suitability:'

# Travelling with winner: 2
Sex of Traveller 1: Female
Age of Traveller 1: 19
Sex of 2nd traveller (If exist): Female
Age of 2nd traveller: 20
Sex of 3rd traveller (If exist):
Age of 3rd traveller:
Note maximum # of travellers is 4, minimum is 1.

Mandy pressed submit.

'Additional travellers accepted, please answer the following:'

Any disabilities (traveller 1 or 2)?: No
Are you able to travel immediately?: Yes
Do you have any commitments over the next month? No

Mandy pressed submit.

'Full acceptance confirmed, please wait for the video to load, do not leave 
this page. Leaving the page automatically disqualifies you from the holiday 
offer...'

Mandy, waited expecting the joke to appear any second, it didn't. Instead 
pictures of pyramids, pounding waterfalls and Jet Ski's have filled the 
screen. Finally the camera swept across the surface of an azure blue sea. 
The camera angle changed, and the view plunged into the depths of the sea. 
Swirling colours filled the monitor, enticing Mandy and Julia to gaze into 
the depths of the massive swell of shades. Soon the girls were carried away 
by the unfelt currents, drawn ever deeper into the waters mysterious flow.

Josh stood back from the mesmerised pair, his right hand fidgeted with his 
fly, gently he prized his swollen dick from its hiding place. He massaged 
his savagely erect penis in time with the colours fluctuating wildly before 
him. Josh manipulated his loose foreskin with practiced ease, spreading the 
droplet of dew from the tip to the hardened head of his cock. Josh bucked, 
'Slow down boy, make it last - who knows when you will get a chance like 
this again!' his thoughts pounded through lust misted senses.

Josh looked away from his knob, and almost lost his load; Mandy and Julia 
were busily engaged in mutual masturbation. Each girl had one hand busily 
working, buried deeply in the lap of the other. Josh felt his orgasm 
building towards the unstoppable, only to subside momentarily, and race 
onwards. As he watched, Julia swung her face towards Mandy, and they kissed. 
It was a virgin kiss, but it was far from virginal, Josh could see their 
tongues feasting on each other.

His bollocks surged, there was no holding back this time! Josh spasmed, as 
jets of thick ejaculate tore from his body, arcing high in the air before 
splashing on to the embracing girl's faces. The kiss was reluctantly broken, 
and the writhing pair slowly lapped tears of Josh's abundant jism from each 
other's saturated cheeks.

So their joint journey began, it would take them to unseen, unknown places 
in the world of sexuality - just as the advertisement had promised.

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

Tears trickled down Lorraine's puffy cheeks, she intended her question to be 
unspoken, but tension prevented that.

"Christ almighty, where the hell are they? I don't think she'll hang on much 
longer!"

"I'm tougher than you think, Lorri, I'll be around for a while yet," Pam 
spluttered.

"You're conscious! I was beginning to think..." Lorraine didn't finish her 
words.

"Not yet, not for a while anyway, god I feel cold!" Pam shivered in 
Lorraine's cradling arms.

Lorraine instinctively drew Pam closer to her body.

"You'll make it, don't worry. They'll be here any time, you'll see" Lorraine 
promised, pausing to brush the remaining salty droplets from her eyelashes.

"Just in case I don't, can I ask you a favour?" Pam whispered.

"Sure, ask away, I'm all ears," replied Lorraine.

"From down, here I got the impression you were all boobs!" Pam joked weakly.

"What do you want to say love, before it's too..." again Lorraine held her 
words back.

"Late?" Pam sighed; her eyes flickered closed.

Lorraine felt Pam's body slump in her arms, she watched her smashed chest 
for any sign of breathing; there was none. Lorraine's head fell and silver 
tears hung still, before plummeting on to her comrade's corpse.



Chapter nine: Comeback

Silas groaned loudly, and bent forward in his seat.

"Are you OK?" Gerry asked, her concern genuine, for once.

"I am, but your friend is not, step on it Alice - Put your foot down!" Silas 
virtually screamed, his face a mask of agony.

"I'm doing 80 now, there's only a couple of miles to go!" Alice snapped 
back.

"If you want me to save her, get us there NOW!" this time Silas did scream.

Alice's gaze shot to the rear view mirror, Silas's face was puce; tears 
welled up, before streaming down his wizened face. Alice's right foot 
pressed down, until the pedal met the floor. Shep whimpered and hid under 
Geo's protective arm. The explorer slewed around the final bend before 
shooting into the cottages short drive, gushes of gravel liberally dashed 
the front of Alice's home.

Lorraine jumped, panicked by a machine gun noise; she rushed from Pam's side 
to the window. A vehicle had pulled into the drive; Lorraine flew into a 
blind fury and hurtled towards the door. She threw it open and screamed at 
the unwelcome visitors.

"Come back to finish me off have you! I'll tear you bastards limb from limb, 
you lousy, murdering, fucking lizards!"

The shock on Alice's pale face was plain, and through the red mist Lorraine 
heard her friends voice crack.

"Pam's dead? Oh no..." Alice uttered, as she clasped onto an ashen-faced Gerry 
for support.

"Yes, a couple of minutes ago..." Lorraine never finished her sentence.

Silas forced his way through the throng at the door, sending Lorraine 
sprawling in the hallway. She let out a squeal of protest and annoyance.

"What the fu..." Lorraine gasped.

"Meet the incredible Silas, if anyone can save Pam I think it's him!" Gerry 
advised Lorraine.

"That old tramp?" Lorraine asked.

"He's a bit more than that, I hope..." Gerry smiled.

Silas wasted no time; he tore through the hallway and knelt at Pam's side. 
In one swift movement he plunged both of his hands into the gaping hole 
between Pam's ruined breasts.

"Stop him, it's obscene!" Lorraine shouted, scrambling from the floor.

Geo stepped forward to halt her.

"Let him work, Lorraine, let him work"

Lorraine went to brush the slight teenager out of her way a savage growl 
halted her. Wide-eyed she stared straight into the vicious eyes of a 
snarling dog that had appeared, as if from nowhere. Lorraine had no doubt in 
her mind; one step further and this enraged animal would maul her. Paralysed 
with fear, and helpless, she watched the mad old man grope around in Pam's 
lifeless body.

Silas held Pam's still heart in his hands, his vision blurred - it looked to 
him as if for all the world the dead organ had started to beat. With each 
beat the purple glow emanating from the heart's very centre increased. As 
the glow widened, it flowed out, to finally encase both Silas's and Pam's 
bodies.

Silas felt his consciousness slip away; he was no longer in control of his 
body. He watched his hands move, replacing the pulsing heart and leaving the 
girls corpse. Before his incredulous eyes Pam's ribcage, muscles and finally 
skin knitted together. She looked perfect, untouched, and even virginal.

Silas was now aware of his manhood straining for release against the rough 
cloth of his trousers. His mesmerised hands freed the throbbing stalk, and 
it spewed a healing cargo onto Pam's fresh young body. The glow now filled 
the room; Silas gave voice to his howling passion, and then spoke in dark 
tones.

"Move into the light, all of you - move into the light! Join with us, join 
with us - of the resistance!"

Gerry's eyes clouded for a second, her fathers voice speaking to her from 
beyond the grave. Slowly, tentatively she moved forward, glancing at the 
others; smiling reassurance they followed her.

Shep turned his back on the glowing room, his instructions unheard, but 
clear. Without question the dog moved to the open cottage door; he stood 
guard, protecting the huddled few, the worlds last hope from them - the 
hated one's.

Several miles away Bowen stirred from his fitful slumber, his slumped form 
stirrered. He sensed it; he knew, `Those bungling fools - what have they 
done?' Bowen's face twisted with rage; this was most definitely not in the 
plan.

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Petunia pressed her groin down into the face of her nameless blonde slave, 
her plan had worked perfectly - trapping her a lithe you woman to pervert. 
She blew her cheeks out with passion as the insistent nibbling of her 
distended clitoral bud took her every closer to a mind numbing orgasm.

Petunia shifted her weight on the toilet seat and wrapped one smooth, tanned 
leg tightly around the girl, forcing her to let out a muffled cry, 
struggling to breathe. Without pity or care Petunia dug her stiletto heel 
harder into the young woman's back, she smiled and watched the dark red 
stain spread on the white summer blouse.

Idly Petunia wrapped her fingers in the bobbing peroxide hair, she tugged 
savagely - pulling the gasping girl clear of her spasming vulva.

"My little gift, just for you - so you won't forget me" Petunia giggled, 
straining visibly.

Petunia watched the teenagers wide blue eyes widen even further, her urine 
hit the girl full force in the face. She didn't even flinch; she simply 
moved to ensure she could capture her mistress's entire gift with her 
thirsty mouth. Petunia managed to keep her eyes open long enough to see the 
purple tinged fluid fill, and then overflow her supplicant's mouth. The 
force of her climax threw her off the thin plastic seat, and she ground her 
copious ejaculate on to her slave's pretty features.

Spent, and momentarily sated Petunia stood, throwing the youngster roughly 
to the floor. In a second her clothing was smoothed down and Petunia strode 
confidently past the crumpled girl on the floor. The tearful face turned 
upwards, desperate pleading filled the wet eyes. The girl dared to whisper 
her request.

"Wh...What about me, I need to come"

"Your desires are of no interest to me, you exist only to serve me" Petunia 
spat her word with venom.

The girl sat up on the floor, trying to make sense of the pain filled 
experience she had just endured.

`Why am I so turned on? How did she make me...' Her face crumpled again `I am 
Linda, I am not a slave - not to that perverted bitch'

Linda pulled herself up by the rim of the miniature basin, once upright she 
slurped mouthfuls of cold water - trying to wash the woman's taste from her 
sullied mouth. An odd though struck her.

`I don't even know her name! My mistress...' her feature's contorted as she 
struggled with the concept, `I am not a slave, I am not a slave!'

Linda checked her makeup in the mirror, and washed away the worst of the 
smears. Her bright eyes flashed, she was feeling stronger.

`I will get through this, I am Linda, and I am a slave' Linda smiled, it 
really didn't seem that odd a thought any more.

The door beside her left arm swung inwards, slamming hard into her bent 
elbow.

"Oh excuse me! I'm so sorry, how embarrassing for you!"

Linda locked eyes with the pink-faced young clergyman.

`Ask, and god will provide' Linda's thought thundered.

Lind's hand grabbed his in a vice-like grip. One quick, painful flick of 
Linda's new musculature later, she sat astride the shocked vicar. Lascivious 
delight shimmered on her face, as she felt his organ swell against her 
grinding crotch. Linda fell forward and filled his wide-open mouth with her 
flickering tongue. He groaned, and pushed her away with all his might.

"For god's sake, I'm married and I'm a man of god - have you no soul?" he 
grunted.

His first reply was a savage blow, a hard backhanded swipe that twisted his 
head violently, and left him temporarily stunned.

Through a haze of pain he heard her chilling verbal reply.

"Married, well you can introduce me to your wife later. No I have no soul, 
none at all - soon you won't either!"

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

Silas sat quietly, watching his second lesbian floor show of the week. 
Slowly he massaged his foreskin over his distended knob, as turned on as he 
was, he could not come. Frustration burned in him, cramping his muscles, and 
cascading sheets of sweat over his wrinkled face. As he writhed in his 
private hell, Gerry left the orgy and walked calmly towards the feverishly 
masturbating man.

"Silas, do you need some help with that?" She asked, almost coyly.

"Do you think you should, isn't it a bit...?" Silas voice was cut short by a 
grunt of desire.

Gerry heard her fathers voice buried in Silas's, and shivered in forbidden 
lust.

"No I don't suppose I should for one moment, but then again..."

Gerry's lips pressed against the head of Silas's rampant member. Silas 
arched as his full length slipped past Gerry's teasing lips. The velvet 
touch of Gerry's tongue drew him to full erection. Before he could move, 
Gerry shifted, spread her long legs akimbo and drove Silas's penis deep into 
her waiting cunt. The mismatched couple flew into frenzy, in seconds both 
exploded in mutual bliss. The room was filled with unearthly cries; cries 
from the darkest part of deep space.

Silas, threw his lover to one side, he rose and bellowed his triumph.

"The resistance is reborn! Justice will prevail - death to all mutants.

Five shocked faces turned in unison, questions burned in their eyes. 
Questions that would have to wait for an answer, there was work to be done!



End of Part three


Part 3 of 5

Book Two 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.  
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