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Webb's Wonderful Web - Book 3 The War! - Chapter 4 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 4: Media type

Giles Rigsby sat waiting patiently for his old friend. He twirled his 
cigarello briefly before finishing it - in one long drag. Soon it joined the 
others in the crowded ashtray. Giles looked up as the sound of leather soles 
on the oak floor approached him, he smiled, at last!

"Sorry old chap, infernal traffic, well that, and a juvenile editor" the 
distinguished man laughed.

"Same old Nige! I'm glad some things are permanent my friend" Giles smiled, 
with genuine affection.

"What can I do for you Giles? You sounded very glum in your message, unlike 
you Riggers." Nigel asked, his concern apparent.

"It's Eleanor..." Giles started.

"Isn't it always, what's my girl done now? Smashed up her newest toy?" Nigel 
asked, the glint returning to his eyes.

"Vanished, old boy... Gone, left without a trace. But there's a damn odd 
thing..." Giles paused, for dramatic effect, "So have all her friends!"

"Her friends?" Nigel asked back.

"Yes, no sign of any of them, not since last week, it's as if they never 
were," Giles stopped, picked up his whisky tumbler and sank a liberal scotch 
in one, "Snifter, Nigel?"

"Bit early in the day for me Giles," Nigel winced, "Have you been to the 
police?"

"Useless as always! God when I think of the taxes I pay... Lazy blighters, had 
the cheek to say that Eleanor was just one of many. I told them, not to me, 
I only have one sister," Giles sighed, "Bloody odd though, there's something 
going on you know. They're hiding something big"

"Try not to get paranoid Giles, I'll help if I can. You know I have a soft 
spot for the delectable Eleanor," Nigel paused, "what do you want me to do?"

"Find out what's going on, pull some strings, call in some favours. There is 
something happening. I've done some research, had a chat with few of the 
others. Squiffy included, there is a cover up Nigel. People are disappearing 
all over the place, but nothing is being reported, nothing at all. You are 
my last hope."

"Press suppression? It would have to be at the highest level or I would know 
of it. Look Giles, you may be seeing a conspiracy where there is none." 
Nigel whispered, placing a consolatory hand on Giles knee.

"What if I said I had evidence? What about this..." Giles reached down into 
his leather briefcase, and extracted a brown folder.

Nigel leafed through the file, his eyes widening as he read. After a minute 
he emitted a low whistle.

"You haven't shown this to anybody else have you? This should not be bandied 
around Giles!" Nigel mumbled, conspiratorially.

"You are the first, the only one I trust enough. Someone in the government 
is moving vast amounts of taxpayers' money through this company. The company 
is then investing
in major construction... On MOD property. It's dynamite, this could bring down 
the exchange if it were known!" Giles whispered, moving closer to Nigel.

"Webb's Industries? They are one of the big five Giles, I would be very 
cautious. I'm not sure I can help." Nigel warned.

"I'll go public then! Take it to the tabloids. I want to find Eleanor, and 
if that means blowing this thing wide open - I will!" Giles's hands 
clenched, and unclenched as he spoke.

"Calm down, Giles, no need for that..." Nigel paused, "I will make a few 
calls. If I could have some privacy, old chap"

"Of course I'll toddle off and book lunch, club special as usual?" Giles 
asked, as he stood unsteadily.

"Fine, just fine Riggers" Nigel replied, his fingers already on the buttons 
of his mobile.

Nigel watched Giles amble off; he pressed the final digit as Giles rounded 
the corner towards the restaurant.

"John, its Nigel... Nigel Titfer, yes that's right. Listen we have a problem; 
I need you to meet somebody. Yes that's right, he needs an introduction - to 
the tribe."

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Eleanor was busy, her jaw ached; but she completely ignored the dull pain. 
Julia's body danced on the tip of Eleanor's tongue, her universe revolving 
around its swirling tip. Neither girl reacted to the hotel door swinging 
open, so lost were they in their own lust filled world.

"Well it does drive better than the Sierra, but there's not as much storage" 
Mandy nattered on, continuing her conversation with Josh.

"Maybe you could have bought less?" Josh grumbled, as he juggled carrier 
bags.

"What's the point of having Ellie's credit limit, if you aren't going to 
make the most of it?" Mandy laughed.

"They are still at it!" Josh gasped, in amazement.

"Us girls have a bit more stamina in the sex department; too much for you is 
it?" Mandy asked, her eyes scanning Josh's body language.

"It can get a bit samey, you know." Josh replied in his monotone voice.

"Well, I'll have to see if I can change your mind on that one..." Mandy 
stated, pursing her broad lips provocatively.

Josh smiled wanly, and turned his head to watch Julia orgasm. He felt 
nothing, no that wasn't entirely true; one word circled in his mind 
`Trapped...' Josh dropped the shopping - the unexpected touch of Mandy's 
stocking toes on his jeans fly making him jump.

"Sensitive aren't we?" Mandy paused, smiling "pick those up, and put them 
over by the wardrobe, then we'll join our friends"

Josh mechanically carried out the instructions, without enthusiasm. He 
watched Mandy as she stripped, before sidling up behind her and cupping her 
breasts. His thumbs found the hard tips of his sisters extended nipples and 
tweaked them aggressively.

"Mmmmm, that's more like it - Much more like the loving brother I have come 
to know."

Mandy slid around, and caught hold of Josh - forcing him down onto the bed, 
back first. Her hands ripped open his shirt, before descending to plunder 
inside his loosened jeans. In a second he was hard, pulsing against her 
cupped hands. Josh arched, sliding his straining balls into Mandy's warm 
palms.

Julia started to recover, and turned her attentions to Josh. She knelt up on 
the bed, and then bent forward letting her tongue draw circles around Josh's 
gasping mouth. Josh extended his tongue to meet the lashing of Julia's fluid 
proboscis; he sucked against its sweetness. The tongue disappeared, only to 
be replaced by the gentle swell of a soft breast. Josh's hungry mouth 
searched for the nipple, and locked onto it, suckling excitedly.

Josh sighed against Julia's breast, reacting to the erection of his own 
nipple against Ellie's questing fingers. He was in heaven; Mandy's mouth 
slid off Josh's swollen glans. He could feel her positioning herself above 
his cock, preparing to skewer herself on him. He panicked, pulling away from 
the sponginess filling his mouth.

"This is wrong, you are my sister!" Josh shouted.

"He's rejecting the vector, defensive action!" Mandy ordered.

Without question Julia clamped her full breast down onto Josh's face.

Josh struggled for air attempting to push Julia away; he screamed his 
frustration against her elastic skin. Fighting hard Josh almost threw her 
off, but then she suddenly bore down on him - trapping him completely. Ellie 
pressed down, crushing her breasts flat against Julia's ribcage. She hugged 
tightly, sandwiching Julia between herself and Josh's spasming body.

Josh was drowning in female flesh, his face mashed flat. He rasped deeply 
trying to gulp air, but it was to no avail. Then, against his growing will 
he felt his penis stretching the depths of Mandy's sloppy vagina, grinding 
against his sisters cervix. He felt the agony of his forced orgasm, combined 
savagely with the pain of his nasal cartilage popping. Pain and despair 
threatened to steal him away, but death beat the impostors to it.

Mandy screamed her climax, pumping against her brother's death spasms. 
Smiling, she turned to her new family.

"So die all defectives!"

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John slumped over his keyboard, his fingers still, and his eyes closed. He 
waited for the telltale sound of success; the small sound that would confirm 
the final compile was complete. He visibly relaxed, it was done; now for the 
testing...

Sandy paced around the small cell, she had stopped crying, but the trails of 
mascara gave witness to her pain. Her ordered life was just a memory, the 
things she held dear were gone; god alone knew if she would ever see Frank 
and the children again. All she could remember was the Sapphic debauchery of 
the reunion, the heat, and the all-consuming desire. But that had faded; at 
least for her - she had recovered.

Some perverted part of her still lusted for the heady slavery she had 
descended into. It was much less painful than the guilt; guilt, and memories 
of delights from her fantasies - they had become so real, so intense. She 
knew she would never be truly free of them. The wetness of her cheeks 
surprised her; she believed she was all cried out.

Her head twisted sideways - the cell door was opening!

"You can't keep me here, my husband will be searching for me; he has 
resources, money..." Sandy blurted to the shadowy figure.

"You money is of no interest to me slave" John spat.

"I'm no slave of yours, you monster!" Sandy glared at the figure.

"Ahh, true but only a temporary problem, I assure you," John paused, and 
then smiled wickedly, "I will show you just what a monster I really am..."

A flash bathed the room in eerie purple incandescence. The figure trembled 
before Sandy, and then slowly stepped forward into the circle of light cast 
by the single unshaded bulb.

Sandy screamed, her screams echoed, as they tumbled down the bare corridors 
of the complex. Few heard, of those that heard - fewer cared; soon they 
would not. The screams intensified and took on an insane quality, before 
changing subtly.  Passion tipped the edges of the cries, erotic in their 
musicality. The sound of seductive sighing replaced, or rather - 
supplemented the insanity...

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Nigel yawned, and slowed the car a few miles more and he would be rid of the 
amiable, snoring buffoon beside him. He peered into the arc of the halide 
headlights, "The Wallops" flashed by on a illuminated sign post. He let the 
speed slide under 60 mph for the first time on the journey. His narrow eyes 
scanned the road furtively searching for wildlife.

`Shit I hate this country stuff, just dump Riggers and I can soon be back to 
the City' He thought morosely.

The jet-black BMW 735 glided down the hill, and passed the bright welcoming 
lights of the `Pheasant Inn'. The BMW swept right into the narrow lane. 
Finally he was heading for the MOD, and the complex Nigel now chilling 
thought of as home.

Giles stirred, disturbed as they rumbled over the cattle grid.

"Tanks, warning signs for tanks! Where the hell are we Nige?"

"Porton, old chap - this is where all the answers to your questions are," 
Nigel answered.

"Eleanor's here?" Giles smiled.

"Not in person, but soon you will know all," Nigel smiled.

"Excellent, I really don't know how to thank you," Giles beamed.

He waited alone in a small room just south of the main building. `Some sort 
of annexe' Giles mused as he twiddled his thumbs. He was amazed by the 
comings and goings, this place, whatever it was; it was a hive of activity.

People of all types and ages wandered backwards and forwards, some in a 
military style uniforms, some not. They were preparing for something, it 
reminded him of the preparations on the dockside at Southampton, prior to 
the jaunt in the Falklands. Giles was deep in thought.

`War on terror... No they weren't preparing for any desert...'

His wondering was interrupted; the scrape of the door drew his eyes from the 
smeared window.

"Mr Rigsby, I presume?" John asked, rhetorically.

"Yes, and I am here for some answers, I trust you can supply them?" Giles 
grumpily replied "a long bloody way from civilisation to get them, just what 
is this place?"

"Answers, yes well - my colleague will be here soon, you will find she is 
the solution to your problems," John smiled, "as to what we are doing here, 
why we are about to take over the world!"

"This girl can take me to Eleanor?" Giles interjected.

"She can take you to the same place as Eleanor, for certain" grinned John.

"Do you always talk in ruddy riddles man?" Giles rudely asked.

"Only when dealing with one of your intellect Mr Rigsby" John chuckled.

Giles was unsure if he should be pleased, or offended, he chose not to 
reply.

`Maybe the girl will be more communicative' Giles thought.

The door swung open once more, and a blonde haired girl walked in. Giles's 
eyes widened, she was devastatingly gorgeous. In an instant he recognised 
her, but she was so different, so seductive.

"Sandy, Sandra - what are you doing here? Where's Frank?"

Sandy just smiled, and paused to run her hands over John's loins as he 
passed her heading back to the door, and more vital issues.

As the door slammed shut Sandy spoke, her voice dripping with seductive 
confidence.

"I am here to solve your problem, to show you what Eleanor has seen Giles. I 
am here to convert you,"

"Convert me, are you some kind of religious nut? Is this some weird cult 
thing?" Giles stuttered.

Sandy said no more; she simply started to caress her fulsome body through 
the silk kimono she wore. Giles went to protest, but gulped down his words - 
as Sandy's hands freed her pert, bobbing breasts.

His eyes followed the gentle sway, and then moved up to Sandy's bright blue 
eyes. Their eyes locked, and Giles felt his willpower melting in the heat of 
his desire. Giles stood uncomfortably hindered by his savage erection. 
Thoughts of Eleanor were gone, nothing mattered, nothing but pleasure. Giles 
grunted impatiently, launching himself onto Sandy's ravishing body.

The screams began once again.

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Part 4 of 15

Book Three of the WWW Trilogy


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Foot Notes (C)Yotna El'toub 2004
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