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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?' he muttered.

Dark thoughts of revenge stirred in Bowen's mind, and his brow tightened 
into a knot. He snarled, and sliced a 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, and tied a clean handkerchief around his wound, tying 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 side 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 grab nine 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 set the time and then 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 would 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. 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 retrieving each one; ignoring his rumbling stomach he returned 
them safely to the correct positions in the box.

Silas straightened up, and was confronted by a strange man staring at him 
from the bathroom mirror. He froze, as did the man, he moved, as 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 registered something flit across her 
vision, it was Silas! Where was he going in such a rush?

"Shit Geo, you bit my tongue - I think it's bleeding, damn! Take it easy 
will you..." Gerry mumbled, though partly closed fingers.

"Silas, wait - where are you going?" Geo called, as she hurtled after him.

Silas looked back over his shoulder, the young girl was gaining on him, and 
she'd already passed Shep, who limped along gamely. Silas drew another 
ragged breath and tried to accelerate. He had nothing left, the adrenalin 
was burning out, and his 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. He fell like a rag doll, and crumpled 
into an unmoving heap on the roadside.

Geo stood over the tramp's 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 see 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 with surprise.

"Kill the shape-shifter, kill it now!!" An'natha roared.

June's vision 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 beckoned; 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, 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 
was 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 would 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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