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Webb's Wonderful Web - Book 2 Resistance - Part 5 of 5
By Yotna El'toub  (Caution MC,inc,F/F/f,MF,Mm,Alien,SF, mild zoo).

With thanks to my proofreader 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 13: Birthday surprise.

Alice closed the door behind her quietly; the room was too dark to see, but 
she felt the fetid heat wash over her. Alice waited patiently for her eyes 
to become accustomed to the dingy bedroom, aware only of the subdued 
groaning and furtive movements but little else. Her hand snaked along the 
familiar wall, and located the brass toggle of the light switch. She 
hesitated.

"June, June, you awake? It's only me - Alice," She breathed into the 
darkness.

"Alice, Oh shit... Wait, god wait..." came June's panicked reply.

Alice's fingers slammed the switch down urgently and a blinding light filled 
the room. For the merest second Alice saw the spectacle, her reeling mind 
trying to absorb the detail. June laid sprawled under an eager lover, 
thrusting her pelvis in counterpoint to his driving buttocks.

Then... he was gone, a shadow flitted across the bedroom towards the mirror 
above the dresser - and vanished. Alice stared at June's spread body, the 
dampness surrounding her swollen vulva, and swallowed hard, her mouth 
suddenly felt sandpaper dry. She wondered if she had imagined it all, but no 
- she was certain. June, who had so recently given birth had been screwing 
someone. She had been screwing him in her bed! Alice felt her temper rise.

"What the fu..., how the hell? Who was that June? What are you doing?!!" The 
uncontrolled words burbled from Alice's trembling lips.

"It's not what you think, I can explain... the child needs nourishment to 
fully develop" June's mouth worked overtime, as her brain stalled.

"Nourishment, you call that nourishment! What sort of child is this?"

"C'phu, of course pure bred C'phu, but there's something else, something you 
should know..." June never completed her sentence.

"Shut up June! Just shut the hell up! What have you brought into my home? 
Where are you? Show yourself," Alice drew breath, "show yourself now, or 
June is out of here - for good!"

June's eyes widened in fear at Alice's threat.

"You can't do that, the Gul'nathan's will tear me apart, Alice, no please 
NO!"

"You, you, and your damned spawn, get out!" Alice rushed at June, her long 
fingers outstretched claw-like.

Mid-stride Alice halted, she hit an invisible wall; a shape appeared before 
her eyes and coalesced. She felt herself trapped, imprisoned, by a vice like 
grip. Alice spat venomously at the ill-defined face before her. Then she 
saw! She recognised the figure, and her sanity recoiled... shrank away - and 
ran for the darkness, to a blissful escape.

Alice slumped in the strong arms as the man spoke softly.

"Alice, oh god ALICE!"

June rushed to his side.

"It's alright, she's just fainted. It was quite a shock you gave her! 
Damon..."

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Jonjo cycled up the hill with disregard for the countryside around him. He 
didn't notice the splendour of the spring fields dappled with the evening 
sunshine. He failed to register the myriad small signs for farm fresh 
produce. He was late! He was always late, John had warned him several times, 
but he was still terribly late.

`I wonder if he'll really throw me out of the choir this time?'

He turned the last bend before the church, and slammed on his brakes, 
sending gravel scrunching into the air in dusty clouds. The bike stopped 
just short of a woman's swaying figure, her companion glared at Jonjo with 
unhidden threat.

"Sorry, in a bit of a rush," Jonjo panted, "I'm late for practice" Jonjo 
nodded towards the church door.

The man grimaced and his stern face softened, he smiled reassuringly.

"Always room for some more sinners I'm sure, sonny" he quipped.

Jonjo smiled back, and dropped his bike before dashing into the church porch 
way. From the safety of its sanctuary he glanced back at his near 
casualties. His mouth dropped, the front of the woman's blouse was open with 
one breast bared to view, while her companion's right hand groped the other 
mound under the straining cotton. Jonjo smiled to himself.

`And he had the nerve to call me a sinner!'

Jonjo whistled merrily as he swung the oak door back and stepped into the 
cool church. It was only then he noticed the distinct lack of singing, or 
indeed, any other sound.

`Maybe I got the wrong night? Where is everyone?' Jonjo wondered as he paced 
slowly into the deserted aisle.

In a second Jonjo's cheery whistle stilled on his lips, the church was in 
disarray. Hymnbooks were liberally scattered on the tiled floor, sprays of 
flowers littered the pews and crunched under Jonjo's feet as he ventured 
forward. Then he saw the cross, or rather the inverted cross - impaled, tip 
first into the wooden altar. Jonjo felt his testicles tighten against his 
body.

`Shit, what the hell!'

The boy stumbled over piles of discarded surplices, which were strewn 
everywhere. Then he noticed the crimson stain on the closest garment. His 
breath stopped, his heart raced. Without hesitation, Jonjo turned on his 
heels and headed back towards the door.

A shout made the hair on the back of his neck hedgehog against his upturned 
collar.

"Jonjo, you are late, yet again! I do not like to be kept waiting!" John's 
voice boomed its authority.

"I'm sorry John, I've just remembered I promised mum I'd do the shopping 
tonight!" Jonjo protested weakly.

"You, boy are going nowhere! Look at me when I'm addressing you!"

Part from respect and part from fear, Jonjo complied, turning slightly to 
face his irate host. He was instantly bathed in a seductive purple gaze.

"Come, come and join us, you have nothing to fear, we are looking for new 
converts. Lets join the others - in the vestry!"

Despite his fear Jonjo felt his quaking feet carry him towards the smiling 
vicar. Jonjo then noticed another emotion rising to compete with his blind 
panic, a soaring burning desire. An unnatural desire, a desire he knew was 
sinful, as sinful as his burgeoning hard-on.

Jonjo halted in front of John, tilted his head to one side and smiled a 
crooked smile. It burst into a grin when he felt John's hand slip under the 
waistband of his denims.

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Alice watched the fuzzy figures dancing around her slowly they came into 
focus. June's concerned face peered intensely at hers.

"Hi Alice, back with us? Are you OK?" June asked.

"Umm, yeah... I had this dream. I was awful June I..." Alice's voice dried on 
her lips.

Another face joined June's, Damon looked down at her, consternation biting 
deeply into his handsome features.

"Damon..." Alice mouthed.

"Yes Alice, it's me. June saved me, and brought me back"

"Tell her the truth Damon, she deserves that much!" June barked.

"Later, give her a chance to recover first, please..." Damon blinked.

"Alice, I killed Damon - I had no choice, I had to remain undetected or risk 
everything!"

Alice stared at June in disbelief.

"You killed Damon? But..."

"Listen Alice, listen, we don't have long," June drew a deep breath "I 
killed Damon on Geraint's orders to cover our tracks - until we could grow 
in strength. But when I killed him I took a sample of his DNA, cells I 
scratched from his cheek. Then, well, then I gave birth to Damon."

"You killed Damon, and then you gave birth to him, ha ha ha" Alice's voice 
descended into hysterical laughter.

"I told you it was too soon!" Damon snapped at June "Look what you've done, 
you stupid bitch!"

Damon raised his hand and swung it towards June's face. Its progress was 
halted by a firm grip.

"Damon this is not our way! I know you are young but this is forbidden!" 
Silas's voice sliced through the air.

Damon stopped in mid rage.

"Silas, Ger'natha - I humbly apologise"

"Accepted, but unfortunately in one respect you were correct. It was to soon 
to tell Alice, and we have lost her. I hope we can get her back, Damon but 
we may not!"


Damon turned to look at his beloved; she was curled in a foetal position 
giggling. Her hands burrowed under her clothes. Roaring her mirth, she 
started to masturbate in front of them all.

"She has gone Damon, regressed to infantile sexuality. He mind is broken. 
I'm sorry," Silas flickered briefly and shifted his appearance. Geraint now 
gazed at the sexualised infant before him "without her we are lost, lost! 
Damon, the war is over before it has even started!"

Damon fell to his knees and cradled his frantically masturbating wife. Tears 
streaked down his cheeks and fell, dampening her insanely manic hands.

Damon screamed out his frustration.

"NO! NO! NO!"

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Chapter 14 My enemies' enemy

Salisbury Plain was normally peaceful; there were the occasional war games, 
but between those, nature returned and the loudest sound was the twitter of 
birds. This was not the case today however long columns of the glassy eyed 
filed towards an unknown destination, pulled by a strong new desire.

A lone figure plodded in the opposite direction, head bowed, observing the 
new intake from below darkly frowning brows. Then he hastened his pace, 
striding towards his stolen police car. Simon was on a mission, a mission to 
prove to Bowen for once and for all that he, and possibly he alone, was 
worthy of trust.

`What chance do a few shape shifters have against me; an expert Gul'nathan 
warrior' Simon smiled grimly and spat a mouthful of phlegm to the ground.

"Do you know why all these people are here?" asked a youthful voice.

Simon paused, halted by a soft hand resting on his muscled arm. He looked 
up; a slight girl surveyed him with a desperate expression.

"Well do you?" she asked again, with more than a hint of hesitation in her 
voice.

"I expect they are all looking for something, I doubt if they'll find it 
here..." Simon growled.

"But they are ruining my field work, two years I've studied the plain, and 
now just at the height of the nesting..." the girl's face fell, she saw 
Simon's distain.

"I really don't give a shit, ask someone who cares" Simon snapped.

"OK, no need to be rude," the girl replied " I get the message.

She turned to the right, scanning the faces for someone else to ask. It was 
then that Simon noticed her body slide under her baggy clothes. The hunger 
slammed into him, it had been so long since his last kill.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be so rude - how can I help Miss...?" Simon asked 
calmly.

The girl swung back, her face a picture of confusion.

"Kelsy... Dr Louise Kelsey, look its OK, I'm sure someone else can..." Louise 
let out a small yelp as the large figure raised his fingers to her lips.

"I wouldn't hear of it Dr Kelsey, I insist, how can I help?" Simon smiled 
softly.

There was something in the relaxed grin that calmed Louise, comforted her, 
and interested her. Louise smiled back.

"You could help me stop these people walking so close to the nests, it could 
really scupper the LIFE project" Louise replied.

"The LIFE project, what's that?" Simon asked.

"A programme looking after rare habitats and species, I am responsible for 
the Stone-Curlews" Louise stated with an air of importance.

"Stone-Curlews, Oh well we can't have anything happening to them can we," 
Simon smiled as if he cared, "where are the nests?"

"You'll help, great, they are just on the edge of that woodland, and I need 
to keep people away, there are eggs!" Louise virtually bounced with 
excitement.

"I have just the thing, in my car" Simon pointed to his blue and white.

"You're a policeman, I can't believe my luck! Can we cordon it off?"

"Indeed we can, glad to help Louise, I'm Simon, nice to meet you!" Simon 
signalled casually toward the car.

Moments later the car bumped softly across the grass carefully heading 
towards the nest site.

"Stop here Simon, we can't get too close." Louise warned.

"Okey dokey, you're the boss!" Simon smiled, as he pulled up the hand brake.

Simon and Louise worked quickly, and soon the precious site was surrounded 
by `Police line do not cross' tape, wound around metropolitan cones.

Louise straightened up and smiled at Simon.

"There we are, much safer" she quipped.

"Yup, now the Stone-Curlews are happy there is only me to satisfy!" Simon 
smiled, as he unzipped his trouser fly.

"You are mad! I'll report you, I have your police car's number, I won't 
hesitate to..." Louise's voice stopped abruptly.

Simon simply gazed at her, his eyes flashing with desire, mixed with 
something else. Louise felt her crotch dampen under her jeans, felt her mind 
become receptive. She wanted him, just him, right here right now. Louise 
closed her eyes `I'm a professional woman, I don't screw strangers in 
fields, I don't, I don't'.

When she felt Simon's hand pulling away her clothes, she almost resisted. 
When the cool air stirred her nipples to hard peaks, she nearly protested. 
The sensual feeling of curlew egg yolk being rubbed into her breasts almost 
disgusted her. It was all very nearly too much, almost, but not quite. 
Something new, something dirty surfaced within her academic soul, and dashed 
her valued principles to dust.

By the time Simon's strong tongue found her clitoris, she was lost. Gasping 
as she mashed more precious eggs onto her heaving tits, Louise's eyes glazed 
over, and she at last found something more stimulating than the pursuit of 
knowledge.

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Bowen was in his element, the small part of him that was still human, 
relished moments like this. He mounted the podium without as much as a 
glance to his avid audience.
The PA boomed out `Rule Britannia', and Bowen closed his eyes briefly to 
listen to the climatic verses rip from the throats of the subjugated.

"Britons never, ever, ever - shall be slaves!"

Bowen grinned at the irony, and then opened his eyes to take in the 
multitude.

"We, my friends are the new future of this once great Country, and soon, 
very soon our empire will be re-established!"

Echo's of Nuremburg rang around the silent auditorium. The hypnotised faces 
watched their leader intensely, while never ceasing in the exploration of 
each other's bodies. The room was a silent writhing mass, an orgy of alien 
desires.

" I will introduce one of the council of war, listen to him, and listen well 
- for our enemy is dangerous," Bowen stepped back, "the Reverend John!"

A dark clad figure stepped out from the shadows, away from the trailing 
caress of a young boys arm. He stood erect and surveyed the scene with 
obvious relish.

"Brethren, we are united and powerful, but so is our nemesis. The hated 
C'phu are the only thing that stands between us, and the salvation of this 
planet. The shape-shifters are few but dangerous. We must weed them out and 
kill them. Until this holy work is complete, non of us shall hunt - we are 
to be celibate!"

John cast his eyes over his new flock; the groping had stopped.

"We will soon prepare for war, and the frustration of lust will drive us 
onto victory! Amen..."

The resilient vicar stepped back into the shadows, and back to the soft 
waiting arms and tongues.

Bowen, once again, took centre stage.

"My friends, you take instruction well, but the celibacy talked of was only 
the discipline of not partaking in humans. Gul'nathan lust is quite 
acceptable" Bowen smiled, as the soft sighing re-started.

"Once the last shape shifter is dead we will gorge on our appetite for 
humans. But first there is sacrifice," Bowen paused for effect, "are you 
with us?"

Bowen was answered by a chant; it increased in volume until the very room 
shook, and one word rang out across the still air of Salisbury Plain.

`An'natha'

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


Simon wiped the remains of stone curlew yolk from his hands as he walked 
towards the police car. He turned slightly, and smacked Louise on her bare 
rump. The girl jumped slightly but continued walking towards the distant 
laboratory complex, her mind pulled by a thirst for more debasement. A 
chuckle escaped Simon's lips `You'll make a good recruit - that was above 
average - for a human'

His mind turned back to the task at hand as he slipped into the drivers 
seat. Simon's knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel, his mind 
filled with one thought, the elimination of the shape-shifters. The car 
gouged divots from the long grass as it swerved its way to the strip of 
tarmac. Simon had a gut feeling where the enemy would be, so at the end of 
the MOD road he turned left, steering relentlessly northeast - back home to 
Norfolk.

Damon glared at June, he blamed her - his hatred seethed inside him `She 
brought me back, to what? Life as a freak, and a carer for an insane wife!' 
Tears of frustration glistened on his cheeks, as his eyes roved over Alice's 
succulently quivering body. This was all she had done for hours, laid 
cradled in Georgie's arms drifting from one climax to the next. To start 
with Geo had helped her masturbate, but now she just rested; bored by her 
incestuous passion.

Damon walked over to Silas and addressed him in hushed tones.

"You owe me Silas, or Geraint - whoever the hell you are! You owe me, 
without me you could not have started this fight back. You used me you 
bastard, do something to save her!"

Silas returned a calm steady gaze into Damon's red-rimmed irises. His face 
crumpled with concern, he knew Damon spoke the truth.

"You were important once Damon, but not any more. None of us are, we are 
impotent without Alice," Silas drew a long ragged breath, "If I could save 
her, believe me I would!"

"You speak of Alice as if she's a warrior, she's just a dull housewife - how 
could she help?" Damon asked, in exasperation.

"You fool, all the years you have known Alice and you have never seen it?" 
snapped Silas

"Seen what, oh she's pretty enough, but what else is there?" Damon 
protested.

"Her strength, her love - pure unadulterated love. The ultimate weapon; she 
would do anything for those she loves, endure endless night, unstoppable 
pain, she would risk it all, for you!" Silas spat out his contempt.

"So she loves me, she's supposed to, we're married..."

Before Damon reached the end of the sentence a mighty blow dashed him across 
the room. Silas rubbed the back of his bruised hand, and pure anger 
distorted his features.

"Alice is special, one in a billion, we are privileged to know her kind! You 
should have stayed dead, you hopeless dullard!"

Damon sat up, cradling his jaw.

"Sure Silas, sorry I should have seen..."

Silas turned his back on Damon and walked resolutely upstairs.

A shaken Damon wandered over to June. Despite his disgust she was the only 
one he could confide in.

"The old guy's lost it, you know I'm right; he talks about Alice as if she's 
a god" Damon chuckled.

June looked back into Damon's face, and there he saw it. She had doubts too. 
Damon had an ally.

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


Chapter 15: None for one.

Bowen relaxed, for once he was letting himself go, his eyes were screwed 
tightly closed. With no input he could concentrate on the sensations the 
young followers bestowed upon him so liberally. Bowen could feel the 
delicate pull of the twin's tongues on his hard nipples, but this was 
nothing compared to the savage passion rising from his loins. Never had he 
felt such pleasure, the spiralling velvet tongue caressed every knarled inch 
of Bowen's mighty erection.

Bowen lifted his hands to fondle the warm breasts that dangled just inches 
in front of him. His fingers detailed the crenulation's of each taut nipple 
into his senses, coded as sexual Braille. Woody tensed as his orgasm passed 
the point of no return; he bucked his body, and emptied his testicles into 
the quivering mouth. Exhausted he finally slumped back into his leather 
bound chair.

Louise Skelly stood and wiped the last vestiges of Bowen's spunk from her 
lips pouting attractively at her dazed leader.

"Will that be all for now or do you want to couple as well, Sir" Louise 
breathed, suggestively.

"No that was most - refreshing, how long have you been with us my dear?" 
Bowen asked, through an uncharacteristic grin.

"Oh just today, Sir"

"Today! That is not possible, who would dare to..." Bowen's expression shifted 
- to one of dark cunning, "who introduced you my dear?"

"It was the policeman, Simon - do you know him?" Louise asked, innocently.

Bowen rose, his organ dangling limp in front of him, the twins were sent 
sliding unceremoniously to the floor.

"Oh I know him, and you, you get away from me slut!" Bowen raged, all 
pretence of humanity sacrificed.

Louise recoiled from the force of Bowen's savage kick; she crumpled as her 
lungs spilt their air in ragged gasps. Bowen raced from the room, his still 
wet organ swinging heavily between his thighs.

"Traitors! Traitors and cowards surround me. Ash, Ash! Where the fuck are 
you man? War council now! Get the others" Bowen screamed hurried orders.

Louise sat half upright panting heavily, through eyes clouded with tears she 
saw the twins moving to her aid.

"What did I do wrong?" Louise croaked.

There was no answer from either of the two teenagers, just the soft touch of 
Stephens's lips to her own. Seconds later Stephanie's lips touched a much 
more intimate spot. Louise's anguish floated away in a cloud of desire. Her 
body flowed against the insistent young worshippers. Soon Bowen, and the 
pain were but a distant memory.

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Simon swung the nose of his car gently into the hedge by the local shop, 
positioning the distinctive vehicle under as much cover as possible. 
Confidently he strode into the village store, and sauntered up to the 
counter.

"Ah, and what will it be constable?"

"Just information I'm afraid, I'm interested in the Saunders place!" Simon 
replied

The wizened woman behind the counter widened her eyes, and then nodded her 
approval.

"I can understand that, allsorts in and out of that place recently - even a 
tramp! Not that I'm one for tittle-tattle you understand" Mavis wheezed.

"No of course, could you expand a little?"

Mavis lent forward to her latest confidant.

"Like I was telling Mrs Blows, the tramp, he tried to run away, run like the 
wind; but they got `im back - shame on them" puffed Mavis.

"So what's happened since then?" Simon asked kindly.

"Not so much, Oh there was that new man - rather distinguished. Yes I could 
go for him meself, but I can't find me teeth!" Mavis descended into a chorus 
of gummy tutting.

"Listen, I need to sneak up there, do you have anything I can wear over 
this?" Simon asked, indicating his uniform.

"Yus I do, me ole dad's shop coat, look on the hook over there. But you 
should slip out of that nice uniform; you don't want to get it messy. You 
can use my bedroom - I'll show you the way!" with a wide grin, a gurneying 
Mavis hobbled off.

"No! It's alright I have to keep the uniform on, or erm, it wouldn't be 
legal!" Simon quickly lied.

"Ohhh... I suppose not, still you'll pop back to bring back the coat - won't 
you?" Mavis leered.

"Sure, sure thing" promised Simon in a non-committal voice.

"I'll be waiting!" Mavis cooed, waving a knarled hand at his rapidly 
vanishing form.

`Looks better on him than dad' Mavis thought cackling softly.

As Simon walked along the road, he became vaguely aware of an odd smell from 
the old coat. Mothballs, he hadn't smelt that for years. He slipped a hand 
into one pocket, and quickly withdrew it, wiping the camphorous slime onto 
the lapel of the brown storekeepers coat. Simon slowed his pace as he neared 
the cottage. He crept the final few yards, down the drive, and up to the 
nearest windowsill.

He could hear the sound of a heated discussion, but not the subject matter. 
Simon pressed forward to listen more closely. A white-hot pain shot though 
his ankle; Simon jumped, kicking out with all his might at the tenacious dog 
that shredded his skin with frightening efficiency.

"What the F..."

Georgie stood in the garden watching an unusual dance between Shep and an 
angered delivery boy.

"Shep, leave him, here boy good lad!"

Shep hesitated for a minute, gave one last hard nip, and then scurried to 
Geo's side.

"Gerry help! Shep's bitten someone!"

Between them Gerry and Geo ushered the bleeding, cursing man into the 
cottage.

June screamed, firstly because she hated the sight of blood, and there was 
an awful lot of it, and secondly because she recognised the enemy in an 
instant.

"He's one, he is one of them - kill him!" June wept, the fear distorting her 
features.

Silas stilled her cry in an instant, his hand swept up to steady the 
panicked girl.

"June, he is one of us, he is the answer to our prayers" Silas grinned.

Gerry and Geo gaped, but June was more outspoken.

"Silas, you have finally lost the plot - He's Gul'nathan, a murdering 
lizard!"

"No June, he is not - although even he would agree with you at the moment. 
HE IS NOT!" Silas roared with manic laughter.

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Amidst the frenzied activity and mating in Porton Down's most recently 
constructed bunker, one room was shrouded in silence. Bowen sat moodily 
studying the faces of the trusted few. In their turn each of them sat 
motionless, fearful to speak; Bowen's expression spoke volumes - the 
situation was grave. Eventually Bowen broke the silence.

"I have been considering terminating this project, if I do, this planet will 
be cleansed and we will move on to find more acceptable prey," Bowen 
announced

"What do you mean cleansed?" John asked.

"At times in the past we have run across similar races - deeply polluted 
beings. When this has happened, we have freed the Galaxy of the 
contamination - by mass genocide and moved on," Bowen hesitated, and sighed, 
"this is my call, unless we have some understanding of how we have been 
infiltrated"

"You mean we wipe out the entire human race?" asked John, his mouth agape.

"All life forms on the planet, we cannot be certain this contamination 
resides only in the human species, they are simply one product of earth's 
evolution" Bowen replied, with a cold grin.

"But that's unthinkable..." John gasped, before stilling his protest.

"An'natha, what of your standing - as a Gul'nathan leader?" Ash asked.

"Ahh, a loyal question, it would be damaged Ash, but not broken - on the 
other hand failure is unthinkable" Bowen replied.

"Have we ever failed?" questioned Ash.

"No, we have won, or cleansed - but no council member who has cleansed has 
moved on to the supreme council. I would rather win, but failure means..." 
Bowen's voice tailed off.

"Banishment?" Ash added.

"Yes," Bowen flashed in transformation, "so we decide here, and now - 
conquer or cleanse, which will it be?"

The room glowed with transitory brilliance.

"Cleanse" growled As'natha
"Conquer" snarled Jo'natha
"Cleanse" howled Jon'natha
"Conquer" simpered Li'nutha
"Conquer" snapped Pe'nutha
"Cleanse," grinned Can'nutha

"So my trusted few you are tied, it is my casting vote! Do any of you have 
anything to add; anything to stop me voting for cleansing this doomed 
planet" An'natha asked.

"Only an observation, but it's probably nothing..." Jo'natha replied.

"You are no longer a bumbling programmer John, at your own request you are a 
Gul'nathan warrior! So tell us!" An'natha snapped.

"Well Si'natha and Ju'nutha were the only one's that Ger'natha impregnated 
personally. All the rest of us are vector converts"

An'natha swung his scaled head and gazed on Jo'natha with new respect.

"You are certain of this? How can you be sure?"

"The security camera's are run through my banks of computers" Jo'natha 
replied apologetically.

An'natha laughed, a deep chill guffaw filled the room.

"You, timid John spied on our pleasures! I'm glad you are Gul'nathan now it 
saves me terminating you," An'natha paused "but your peeping may give us an 
answer, the only problem is with Ger'natha dead the shape shifters spawn 
would be inactive; infected but dormant. I don't understand?"

As'natha spoke in realisation.

"Simon and June disposed of Ger'natha's body! Could they have resurrected 
him?"

"Only if they had access to a recent Gul'nathan kill, and the knowledge of 
the C'phu - Ger'natha could have implanted this in one as a precaution. 
Surely this is impossible yesssss!" An'natha mused.

As'natha gasped.

"The tramp, the tramp Si'natha and I killed"

"So Ger'natha a worthy opponent, but one with few troops; I An'natha vote to 
conquer this puny planet!"

Six more voices rose as one to chant

"Conquer, Conquer"

The chant escaped the confines of the war room, and soon the bunker 
resounded with one chill threat, shouted over and over again.

"CONQUER, CONQUER..."



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Miles away to the north an altogether quieter gathering of comrades 
continued. Silas, at last spoke again.

"We can save Alice but speed is of the essence, speed and love; our intense 
love," Silas paused, for dramatic effect, "Simon, June and Damon I need your 
assistance"

Simon growled his threat.

"You really have lost it old man! I am here to bury Caesar not to praise 
him!"

As the last word died on his lips Simon launched himself at Silas. His body 
thundered across the space between them his eyes flicking with purple rage. 
Silas did nothing - he stood his ground. Si'natha drew back a savage claw 
and flashed it solidly into Silas's chest.

The Gul'nathan fist opened, and grasped the beating heart. Silas stared 
death in the face. A thick silence coated the room, interrupted only by the 
soft sound of Silas's beating heart. Time slowed, bent, and folded on 
itself, as reality relaxed. Silas's chest emitted a blindingly intense 
orange light and Si'natha stood erect but mesmerized, like a startled rabbit 
in the glare of headlights. Then in an instant the light was extinguished 
and Simon stood staring into Silas's calm visage.

Simon nursed his right hand in his left, flexing the sore digits.

Silas spoke.

"It's time, shift shape and enjoy!"

Before the startled contingent, the four C'phu flickered and took on the 
translucency of smoke. The clouds coalesced into one and then separated each 
heading toward Alice's lust contorted body. Geo dashed away from her sister, 
hating her cowardice, but fearing for her own life. She buried her head in 
Gerry's shoulder, weeping bitterly over her betrayal of Alice.

While Geo hid her eyes, Gerry gazed at the spectacle before her, unable to 
divert hers. The smoke had descended onto Alice's madly wriggling form and 
then spread itself over her body changing into a shiny latex like coat, 
enveloping her and stilling her frantic self-pleasuring.

Jigsaw-like the coating split, revealing damp, bare skin; slowly the coating 
contracted forming into four pools of mercurial liquid. It's surface danced 
with a myriad of rainbow colours. Two fluorescent pools slithered into 
position over Alice's breasts, the other two streamed down her body towards 
her loins.

Gerry coaxed Geo's head out from her tear-soaked shoulder.

"Look! Look, I think they're healing her!"

Geo swung her head, battling to focus her bleary eyes on Alice. Her eyes 
widened in amazement. Alice looked to be wearing a skin-tight metallic 
bikini, a living pulsing swimsuit. The glimmering cups undulated around the 
globes of Alice's breasts, plucking her nipples into extended teats high on 
their succulent platforms. Alice gasped, and her eyes flew open, she stared 
directly into Geo's; Alice mouthed `I love you'.

Geo felt the passion hit her like a wall of flame her knees buckled beneath 
her, and Gerry broke her fall. Gerry's hands sank in to the softness of 
Geo's tender breasts; the diamond hard tips of Geo's painfully erect nipples 
assaulted her palms. Geo's eyes were fixed on Alice's, as the messages 
danced between them, her irises expanded making her eyes appear totally 
black. Reflections of mercurial fondling danced in the dark pools.

Alice continued her psychic love making with Geo as the sensations flooded 
through her. She felt the pressure on her vulva increase and then felt her 
body being entered, the feeling was familiar, she sighed and bucked against 
the invasion - pulling Damon's prick fully inside her. Then the oddest 
sensation, someone was nibbling her clitoris, and tonguing it with slow 
sweeps.

Alice writhed under the twin passions, thrusting her breasts against their 
throbbing covering. Alice came, watching avidly as her younger sister 
peaked; they shared the same long, mutual orgasm. The bridge was complete; 
from now on they would share their experiences as if the two minds inhabited 
a single body.

Geo pulled her lips away from Gerry's, she smiled and spoke in dulcet tones.

"No more the innocent virgin, Damon screwed me - oh god did he screw me!"

Gerry opened her mouth to reply, but the sound never emerged.

A flash of lighting cracked through the room, followed by a deafening roar. 
Damon, June, Simon and Silas stood naked before the gob-smacked women, 
wearing gratified smiles.

"Alice is she back?" asked a terrified Geo.

In answer the four parted into two couples, and Alice walked out between 
them. Geo flew into her welcoming arms.

Alice released Geo, and spoke one sentence majestically.

"I am back, and we, the few C'phu left, declare war on the Gul'nathan's!"




Part 5 of 5

The end of book two  to be continued...

Book Two of the WWW Trilogy


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