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Webb’s Wonderful Web by Yotna El’toub (MC,FF,MF,Alien,SF)
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Written for 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.

© Yotna El’toub 2004
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Webb’s Wonderful Web

Chapter 1: Frustration. 

Damon Saunders drove home through the country lanes. 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. No, Damon Saunders was thinking, seething silently, about his recent meeting. He had been axed; redundant after all his work and input into the programme – it was an outrage! Damon’s thoughts flew back in to the present with an unwelcome jolt. He threw the steering wheel to the left and brought the Ford to a shuddering halt, skimming the damp verge. Damon raced out of his car to shake a clenched fist towards the rear of the disappearing tractor.

“You stupid bumpkin, didn’t you see me? You can’t just pull out of gateways like that!” Damon shouted at the shadowy driver, whose only reply was two dirty extended fingers thrust upwards with vigour.

Damon checked for damage, sure enough the bumper was ripped from its shattered mounting by the impact with the sodden verge.

“Oh bloody great, can today get any better?” Damon raged at the azure blue sky.

Damon soon realised he had no details of the tractor or its wayward driver.  He slumped his weight forwards onto the cars bonnet, and hammered his fist into the unforgiving metal. Swearing profusely, and cradling his sore knuckles with his undamaged left hand, Damon returned to the drivers seat. Where he just sat, as the final indignity descended upon him - he had to tell Alice. Alice, who had moved to the depths of the Norfolk countryside, and had given up her teaching post; just to save him commuting time, Damon’s depression deepened.

Alice was, on the other hand, in a very good mood. She had finished painting the spare bedroom, tidied the lounge and prepared Damon’s meal. Alice liked things neat and tidy, and now they were. This left her the luxury of a whole hour for herself. She slipped into the study to check her e-mails; she sat at Damon’s desk and logged on. 

Her face fell – he had forgotten to log out again, this was a real pain, and so typical of him. Damon had a lot of good points but his absent-mindedness coupled with his impatience annoyed her intensely. Not only was he likely to forget to logout, but also he had hacked the security to stop the account automatically terminating after 10 minutes. So now she had to figure it out! Alice’s eyes scanned the page for the logout button, click, the screen started to close. 

Then a message popped up ‘Dr Saunders – run program viability check?’ a yes or no dialogue awaited a response. Another of his little reminders, damn. She fumed a little and pressed ‘yes’, the box disappeared only to reappear an instant later; in frustration she jabbed several times at the yes button without further affect. 

In annoyance, Alice hit the no button. The affect was immediate. The screen blanked and then ‘Abnormal termination – run default full program – unprotected?’ OK or cancel, the menu asked politely. Alice was sick of this she hit cancel. The screen blanked momentarily and then flashed up ‘Illegal command – line 807 abort… running Webb’s 1.7…boot routine.

As Alice stared, the screen filled with rich swirling colours. Subtle changes blended the colours continuously, and the effect was glorious. Alice couldn’t take her eyes from the screen. Eventually the screens colours merged into a bright purple that shimmered in liquid currents. Gradually the purples deepened in shade, and Alice felt her self relax into its depths, a warm secure feeling washed over her. 

The warmth increased slowly until it became a heat. Alice felt her panties dampen as her fluids wept into them. Then in an instant, the program ended. The computer returned to the desktop and the mundane image of a green hill. The screen flashed blue, and then blanked; this would normally have sent Alice into a blind panic, but not today. Alice forgot about her e-mails, forgot about Damon – she just stood and walked purposefully from the study. 

Chapter 2: Invention.

"Are you sure that was wise?" 

Lorraine Skelly asked the seated chairman. Geraint Jones had over-reacted in her opinion.

"Not only wise, but essential, he was the only one who could have put all the parts together. If he was given long enough he would realise this is not pure research," Sir Geraint paused, "and, we are about to go live!"

"Live, we can't - I mean, we're not ready" Lorraine gaped at the suggestion.

"Orders, supersede opinion in this case - even yours" Geraint quipped with a twinkle in his eye.

"It's not possible, I'll talk to the Ministry" Lorraine threatened.

"The order came from the Ministry," Geraint grinned as he laid his trump card, "Webb goes live, this week".
 
Conversation stopped as a flushed scientist entered the room.

"Yes, and it had better be important," barked Geraint.

"There has been an unauthorised external run of the program," the scientist voice quavered in fear.

"What!" Geraint exploded.
"How?" Lorraine asked.

"Saunders was logged on from home," the scientist explained "but there's something odd"

"Which is?" Geraint grimaced.

"He ran the full program!"

"The full unprotected program?" asked Geraint.

"Um, yes - it doesn't make much sense, does it?" asked the scientist shifting his weight from foot to foot.

"Which version?" Geraint innocently enquired.

"Final, 1.7"

"Then he has more of a problem than we do" smiled Geraint.

Lorraine frowned "You mean 1.7 is fully activated?"

"Yes, we'll be seeing Dr. Saunders again - that much is certain" Geraint laughed in derision.

"I'd better prepare then," Lorraine replied, and she darted through the door in purposeful haste. 

Lorraine set about her tasks with her normal efficiency, outwardly calm, but inwardly in turmoil. She knew enough about the program to fear meeting Dr. Saunders again. She really doubted his mind control algorithms were perfected - the results could be unpredictable and dangerous. The first job on her agenda was to prepare the immobilisation pod - the indoctrination had to be secure.

Her fears reduced, as the first pod came on-line faultlessly. 

"Skelly to John, prepare Webb 2.0 for execution"

The intercom crackled.

"Are you serious Skelly, we have a subject?" Johns voice betrayed his surprise.

"Not yet, but one’s expected soon!"

"Male or female?" asked John.

"Why does that matter?" Lorraine asked, her brow bunching.

"Erm, two versions of 2.0, one for males, the other females" replied John.

"Why?" Lorraine enquired.

"To be honest, I'm not cleared to know - level 25 classified data" John answered frankly.

"Level 25! We have a level 25? I'm a 15, I thought that was the top," gasped Lorraine.

"Me too - but there we are - there are another ten levels above us - at least!" John’s voice sounded a little quieter.

"Male. John, look I want to know more about this, who do you report to at the ministry?" Lorraine asked in a hushed tone.

"Classified, but I don't report to the ministry - that is all I can tell you" John's speech dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.

"You don't report…" Lorraine's repetition was cut off by Johns sudden retort.

"Program 2.0 for male confirmed, Dr. Skelly" John’s voice sounded formal.

Another speaker butted in, "Good, excellent, looks as if all is in hand. Am I correct?"

"Yes Geraint, all is in hand" Lorraine replied immediately.

Lorraine sank back into her swivel chair and pondered the recent conversation. In an instant, she made her decision. If anyone could tell her more about this it had to be Saunders, and he was about to turn up in a very suggestible state. Lorraine allowed herself a brief smile; maybe this would be enough finally to cook Geraint's goose with the ministry. Yes, she could really bring him down a peg or two. 

Chapter 3: Direction.

Alice strode through the village aware of only two things; the urgent need to get to her destination and the pleasant dampness between her legs. Alice didn't notice Damon's Mondeo parked outside the village store; she ignored its damaged condition and continued on her quest. She crossed the road, and turned the corner heading out of the small hamlet. 

The pathway ended, and Alice continued her journey on the cracked edge of the road. Every step caused a suppressed shiver as her slick lips rubbed against the saturated gusset of her panties. The pleasure was intense, but Alice was always just short of release. Alice's passion spiraled higher, her lips opened slightly to let a brief sigh escape into the chill evening air.

Alice was too engrossed in her feelings to notice the car pulling up alongside her.

"Mrs. Saunders isn't it - can I give you a lift?" the driver enquired, as she lowered the passenger window.

Alice turned and replied smoothly "Yes, I'm going to Webb Industries, can you drop me there?"

"Sure, don't tell me - Damon's working late again - am I right?"

"Not quite, but I do need to get there urgently" Alice stated, as she slid into the seat of the Clio.

Alice turned her head and smiled at the girl.

"Do I know you?" Alice asked.

"No, stupid of me - I'm Damon's physiotherapist, June Waters. I've been working with Damon since he injured himself at football last season" June bubbled.

"So how did you know me?" Alice asked frowning.

"He's very proud of you, Damon showed me your picture on his second session - the one he carries in his wallet" June smiled.

"I'm surprised you recognised me from that, it's fairly old" Alice chuckled.

"You've not changed, well other than the bikini - a bit cold for that around here now" June grinned.

Conversation lulled as the small car swept around a series of bends. Alice found herself studying the driver she was certainly pretty. Alice idly wondered if the athletic brunette had ever tempted Damon, she was just his type. Alice ran her eyes over June's body with rapt attention; her breasts were pert and upturned, just like her own. Alice watched the slight bulge where June’s nipples jostled in the cotton tee shirt. She felt a powerful urge to touch June's breasts; Alice swallowed hard and tried to calm herself.

"Are you OK?" June asked.

"Just a bit queasy, could you drop me here - I can walk now, it's not far" Alice answered.

"OK, if you're sure?" June replied

"It'll be better, I don't want to do anything I regret" Alice said.

"Oh, it's that bad is it?" June asked, pulling the car into a lay-by, "I hope you feel better soon"

"As soon as I'm out of the car I'll feel better, I'm sure," replied Alice.

Alice stood in the graveled lay-by and watched the rear lights on the Clio until they disappeared. She walked on in the dim light, more desperate than ever to get to Webb's. Once more her desire surged, she couldn't deny it or understand it - but she had to follow it.

As June drove on she opened a window to clear her head. It was just as well her passenger got carsick; otherwise it could have been too tempting. Her emotions were in tatters, she had come so close to touching Alice…

Back in the village Damon arrived home; in one hand he clutched a bunch of flowers, in the other was a box of chocolates.

"Alice, Alice I'm home," Damon shouted.

As her normal cheery response was absent, Damon went to look for Alice. If he knew her it would be the bathroom, she often bathed just before he returned. As Damon vaulted up the stairs he decided to join her, sex would be just the thing to de-stress him. Damon stood alone in the deserted bathroom; both puzzled and a little put out. He deposited the gifts on the shelf by the bath and set off to track down Alice.

Half an hour later he sat in the study fuming. The policewoman had all but accused him of wasting police time; her mockery was burnt into his memory.

"But sir, even women have free will - I'm sure she's just popped out somewhere - you said yourself you were home earlier than usual."

‘Bloody cheek, he knew Alice better than that; his meal was uncooked, the fire was out – no, this was all wrong!’

Glancing around Damon noticed the PC screen was blank. He never turned it off, and Alice knew that; what was going on? On closer inspection Damon realised it was on, but the PC had crashed. 

‘Damn her and her e-mail, this was for work!’ 

Damon smiled at the irony of his thoughts, and his heart softened and worry set back in. Damon rebooted the PC and it started normally. He opened the keystroke log file, looking for the telltale messages from Alice to her distant Mum. There were none, but there was something else - Alice had logged out from Webb's, just before the PC's crash. He cursed his own forgetfulness; it seemed to be getting worse. He was too immersed in the programme to think clearly. 

‘Well, at least that will change now.’

The keystroke log was a failsafe, a failsafe that also monitored Alice's e-mails. This hadn't been its main purpose, but it was one Damon now approved of. Alice, of course may not have done, had she known. Damon chuckled; what she didn't know couldn't hurt her. That train of thought stuck in his mind; could she have run the program? What if she had, the controlling part was inactive - it couldn't affect her. Still, he'd better log on and see what damage she had done. 

Damon's fingers flew over the keyboard, he waited for the connection; 'username unknown' appeared before him - Christ how had she managed that! He re-typed with more care, but was rewarded with the same result. Either Alice had altered his settings, or the company had deleted his username. He found either option hard to believe, Alice had no reason to make changes (and he doubted if she could) and the company would need to be really on the ball with security - this would be unusually efficient.

In frustration he delved deeper into the log files, he would find out what had happened! When he did Damon sat ashen faced, staring at the information for a long second. Then he rushed headlong to his Mondeo, and with a sputtering of gravel he raced from the drive. He had to beat her to Webb's; something here was very wrong - just what sort of games were they playing? 

Damon sat brooding on the situation as he hurtled back to work. 

‘A program developed to gain mind control over terrorist cells was apparently up and running, and had been used on his wife. It made no sense. The only thing that did was getting to Webb's and find out which algorithms were in use; only then could he find, and help Alice.’

Chapter 4: Arrival.

Alice had been found and was indeed, safe. As soon as she had approached the buildings, a security guard had challenged her.

"Ma'am, security clearance?" he asked politely.

"I'm Dr. Damon Saunders wife" smiled Alice.

"I'll just check, hold on," 

The radio had crackled to life, and responded.

"Security suspended - apprehend and hold for questioning" 

"You heard the man, Ma'am" the polite smile vanished as the guard drew his sidearm.

He flicked the gun towards a small hut.

"Please," he asked in an uninviting voice.

So now she sat in a security hut, waiting. She was unsure what she was waiting for, but her hunger still burned. After what seemed like an eternity the door opened and two figures walked in. She recognised one immediately, the other, a distinguished looking man in a dark blue suit was unknown to her. They sat opposite her unsmiling. The suited man spoke.

"Why have you come here, your husband must be at home by now?" he asked

"No, he often works late" Alice truthfully replied.

"If he worked here that could be the case, but he resigned this afternoon; quite unprovoked of course, so you see the reason for my concern?"

"I don't understand, I was sure…" Alice started.

"Sure but wrong, where is your husband?" the suit leaned forward in a menacing pose.

"I don't know, if he's not here - I don't know!" Alice responded, a look of panic fleeting through her eyes.

"He is a security risk, and so are you. For your own good TELL US!" the man rose and pounded the table with his clenched fist.

Alice froze.

"Look Geraint, let me handle this, I know Alice. Justin and I spent an evening with them both in the Kings Arms. Let me chat to Alice - alone!" Lorraine sounded quite insistent.

Geraint said nothing but walked to the door, he turned and uttered under his breath.

"Ten minutes, then I come back with the guards - and you leave, Lorraine!"

"Thanks," said a shaken Alice, "what's going on, Lorraine?"

"To be honest even I'm not totally sure – look, we'll get this sorted" Lorraine promised.

"I hope so I really can't cope with this, it's been a strange enough day already," with these words Alice burst into a flood of tears.

"What's wrong!" asked Lorraine, showing real concern.

"I'm going crazy, I'm so turned on - I almost…" Alice stopped, unable to tell Lorraine of her feelings in the car.

"How long has this been going on?" asked Lorraine, half guessing the answer.

"Just today, since I used the PC - it's horrible" Alice mumbled.

Lorraine smiled knowingly, and asked Alice a quiet question.

"Alice, will you listen very carefully to what I'm about to say?”

"Yes," Alice gulped.

"W,dot,W,dot,W,dot" chanted Lorraine.

The affect on Alice was as immediate as it was startling; she buckled over. Shrieking her pleasure, as wave upon wave of orgasms hit her. Alice was left panting in awe, too shocked and exhausted to speak.

Lorraine rose.

"Excuse me a moment, Alice" Lorraine smiled at the quivering woman.

Geraint was waiting just outside the door.

"Well?" he barked.

"It wasn't Damon that ran the program, it was Alice, and it works - Oh my, it works!" Lorraine answered.

Geraint grinned, "Good. Prep her!" he ordered.

"But it's Damon's wife!" Lorraine protested.

"I need a way to get to Dr. Saunders, and it just walked in. Prep her now!" Geraint's face showed too much determination. She dare not override him, yet!

Slowly, and disheartened, Lorraine walked back into the room with her captive.

Damon hurtled through the countryside back to Webb’s Industries, the road a fleeting ribbon, illuminated only by the Mondeo’s spots. He cornered hard and swung back onto the straight, with ease, he smiled – he would be there in a few minutes at this pace. He would have been as well, if the mud left earlier in the day by the tractor pulling out of the gate hadn’t played its part.

Suddenly the car lost all traction and slid sideways for a distance before flipping, and rolling into a ditch. Damon hung immobile from his seat belt, as the wheels spun down to stillness above him; then all was quiet. 

June was on the final leg of today’s journey back home to a long soak, and a welcome bottle of wine. The Clio swished past the sign for Broad’s Farm and came to a sudden halt. June stared ahead; it wasn’t her imagination. There was a car crashed in the ditch at the side of the road. June ran to the edge of the ditch.

“Hello, can you hear me? – First aider, I’ll try to help. Just let me phone the ambulance on my mobile first!” June shouted into the void below her.

Once the location was described to the operator June ventured into the icy water of the ditch. She squeezed past a tree stump and gazed through the driver’s window – she could make something out, but it was indistinct - the windows were misted. June tried the door but it was jammed, she made her way to the rear door, as quickly as the soggy terrain would let her. June struggled to free the rear door; it gave with unexpected ease, almost throwing her further into the murky water. 

She slipped in behind the driver, and then maneuvered herself into the passenger seat. She gasped, recognising the driver for the first time, a quick check found his major problem. Blood pumped steadily from an open leg wound. It wasn’t life threatening but it needed to be controlled or Damon could loose his leg. Fighting back the tears she clamped her hands securely on the injured limb, and applied as much pressure as she could. Damon swam back to consciousness from the kick of pain.

“Where, June? What happened? Alice, I need to find Alice” Damon blurted.

“Look calm down you’ve been in an accident, the medics are on their way – might be a while before you’re a striker again,” June nodded towards Damon’s hanging leg.

“Got to find Alice, save her…” Damon’s voice faded into a bout of shivers.

“Look forget about Alice, she’s at Webb’s looking for you – Alice is OK, it’s you I’m worried about!” June hissed in his ear.

“Get her out of there for me, promise me – promise…” Damon’s voice ebbed away, as he slipped back into unconsciousness. 

To June’s relief the Ambulance arrived, and she let the professionals take over. Dazed, she staggered back to her car, all she could think of was bathing and getting Damon’s blood off her skin. She slumped back into the Clio, started it and headed for home.

An ambulance man poked his head above the ditch.

“Hang on, who are you, wait, do you know who this is? Stop!” he gaped in bemusement as she drove away.

“Shock,” his colleague advised “but who ever she was she’s done this guy a favour, did you get her number?”

“No, I didn’t think…” 

“Don’t worry it comes with time, just help me release our friend here, OK?” said the experienced paramedic, hiding his frustration.

Chapter 5: Creation.

Lorraine sat back down, and looked with some pity at the confused woman in front of her.

"What's happening to me? How did you do that?" Alice asked.

"Time for explanations later Alice. Control, dot, control" Lorraine pronounced the last three words precisely.

Alice stiffened, and all concern vanished from her face.

"Control established, orders?" Alice chimed mechanically.

"Follow me, no speaking" Lorraine spoke slowly.

The women stood in perfect synchronisation, and Alice meekly followed Lorraine out of the hut. Together they walked for a few minutes before Lorraine disappeared into the largest grey building. Alice followed her through the maze of corridors, stopping at last in a well-equipped lab.

"This will be home for a while, you don't mind - do you?" asked Lorraine.

"No, I don't mind" came the soft reply.

"Good, now I need you to undress Alice, everything, you can put your clothes on my desk" requested Lorraine.

Alice started to strip, none of her normal embarrassment surfaced; she calmly undressed. Lorraine observed dispassionately at first, but with increasing interest as more of Alice's body came into view. It was clear to Lorraine that Alice worked out; she was fully fit, in both senses of the word! Alice finished folding her damp pants and placed them on top of the neat pile on Lorraine's desk. She then stood awaiting further instruction.

"Spread your legs Alice, let me inspect" Lorraine's voice trembled.

Alice simply obeyed; she was blissfully unaware of her affect on the onlooker. Lorraine stood in front of Alice and extended her hand, for the first time ever her fingers explored the velvet pouch of another woman's sex. They slid easily between the soft lips, and smoothed liquid desire, from the well of Alice's being upwards to the tight bud. Alice convulsed, and as if in sympathy Lorraine shuddered, her desire almost overwhelming her professionalism. Lorraine used every ounce of her will power to pull back from the brink of uncharted territory. Her wet hand fell away from Alice's climaxing body. Lorraine spoke from between barely open lips.

"Get into the pod Alice," Lorraine pointed to an oval recess in the far wall, "NOW!"

Lorraine watched the hypnotic sway of Alice's hips as the woman made her way to the pod. She almost gave into the desire to stop Alice mid task, and give her a more intimate goal, almost but not quite. As the pod hatch shut, Lorraine regained some of her composure. If that was the affect Alice could have already, she was going to be highly effective when fully programmed as a field operative. Lorraine whistled to herself.

"Mata Hari, eat your heart out!"

Lorraine busied herself preparing for the first system run; she rang John Took, and told him of her error regarding the sex of the subject, fussed around the controls and checked every conceivable setting. Finally when she could delay no longer, she moved the mouse smoothly and the cursor hovered for an instant above the WWW icon before she clicked the button. The countdown began, and Lorraine made for the lab door at a steady pace. She shut the door behind herself, slumped against it, and sighed deeply. There was no going back now! 

Lorraine sat alone in the coffee room, cradling a steaming mug in her hands. She could still feel the dew running over her labia; she marveled at the power of her attraction to Alice. Lorraine was heterosexual, but that had not stopped her wanting Alice with a desire close to desperation. With programming, Alice would be able to turn that attraction off and on as instructed; no wonder Geraint predicted WWW as the greatest development in counter terrorism in history. Who could resist?

Alice stood in the pod watching the intense purple light projected on the pod’s visor. She felt the familiar warmth wash over her, as she was drawn to the fluid display. Deep within Alice’s mind, changes were happening; part of her hindbrain was partitioned and rules implanted, rules for the conduct of a vector. For unknown to Alice, this was what she now was. 

In normal life she would be Alice, until the vector switched in; the switching would be circumstance dependent and totally irresistible. Alice was a weapon, in an undeclared war.

Alice was aware of the physical changes; she felt her nipples and clitoris tingle as they enlarged to match her increasingly sexualized state. She glanced down her body and relished its new appearance. Alice’s self induced mind-fuck began; rivulets of desire snaked down her thighs from her seeping sex, and her heavy tipped breasts undulated with desire. 

But most intense of all was the climax in her head, it ran on and on, ebbing and flowing until the pathways were established in her conscious brain. As she physically orgasmed the vector made its link to the CNS. The weapon was primed, but deactivated - for the time being.

Chapter 6: Duty.

June Waters awoke with a start; she lay on top of her rumpled duvet, and was still wrapped in the dressing gown she had flung on after her desperate bath. June’s eyes wandered around her bedroom as she struggled to get her bearings. Then the memories flooded back, her breath caught as her mind replayed the events of the previous night. She could see Damon’s contorted face and his words echoed in the well of her mind.

“Get her out of there for me, promise me – promise…”

June had not promised Damon, he had succumbed to his injuries before she could. June shook her head trying to clear the flashback. June dressed, and headed for the kitchen. Quickly she prepared herself a bowl of cereal and a juice, and then she sat. The cereal went uneaten, the orange unsipped, June’s eyes focused somewhere between the kitchen table and the sink.

“Get her out of there for me, promise me – promise…”

“Get her out of there for me, promise me – promise…”

“Get her out of there for me, promise me – promise…”

The horrific evening replayed itself, time and time again. June was roused by the clatter of the morning paper shooting through the swinging letterbox. She made an instant decision; grabbed her car keys and headed for the garage.

30 minutes later the last 20 pence fell into the parking meter at the hospital. June walked briskly to the reception area.

“I wonder if you can help me, was an injured motorist brought in here last night?” June enquired.

“One moment, I’ll check,” 

June watched the blonde girl teeter away on heels that were far too high for work, ‘I’ll be seeing you for back problems - soon’ she reflected silently.

“Here we are, unidentified male – Lacrosse ward,” the blonde stated.

“Can I see him?” June asked.

“Only if you are a relative – he’s quite poorly,” the blonde looked straight at June, “but perhaps you could identify him for us?”

“No, I’m a just friend – his name is Damon Saunders,” June replied, “Look I’m a physio at the Health Centre, any chance of bending the rules?”

“I’ll get one of his nurses’ – it’s the best I can do,” the blond girl added with a smile, “take a seat.”

June fidgeted for a couple of minutes, before picking up a magazine, seconds later the nurse arrived.

“Staff Nurse Patel, I understand you know our mystery man?” the young woman peered over her spectacles.

“Yes, how is he?” June asked.

“Heavily sedated, he’ll probably be out of it for a few more hours. How do you know him?” the nurse enquired.

“He’s a patient…” June sobbed; “I found him last night…” tears flowed freely, “Oh god, I’m sorry…”

“No need to apologise, he has a lot to thank you for when he comes to,” Nurse Patel held forward a spotless white handkerchief.

“Did he say anything, anything at all?” June sobbed.

“Yes, not that it made any sense to me” the nurse replied.  

“He said, ‘Get her out of there for me’,” The nurse paused, “It’s a bit odd really, he was alone in the car?” the nurse asked.

Nurse Patel moved to comfort June, as soon as the attractive nurses flesh touched hers, June jumped.

“Christ, I have to go!” June stood, and abruptly turned to leave.

“Wait, I’m not sure you should drive, just calm down a little first!” called the staff nurse.

“No time” shouted June as the reception door swung closed behind her.

Lorraine entered the lab, and as had been her habit during the night, her first stop was at Alice’s pod to check her condition. The vital signs were good, and she appeared to be responding well. Lorraine gazed into Alice’s face to see if she was regaining consciousness. Alice’s eyes flickered, and then opened widely. 

Lorraine was hit by the colour of the irises, a deep purple that wavered and pulsed with an inner life. Lorraine felt herself relax, and grow warm, so warm and comfortable. Suddenly it ended, Alice’s eyes returned to their cool blue shade, and Lorraine was released. The scientist slumped a little, she felt cheated; she wanted it back. Shivering a little Lorraine steadied herself.

She heard a small chuckle behind her and turned to see Geraint.

“She let you go, the vector works – we are protected – disqualified as targets,” Geraint explained.

“You mean she knows we are not terrorists, how?” Lorraine queried.

“She knows we are not targets, Lorraine – it never did have anything to do with terrorists!” Geraint beamed.

“Nothing to do…” Lorraine struggled to comprehend, “but the Ministry, the brief…”

“All subterfuge, to cover the real mission objective,” Geraint paused, and then looked directly at her, “you are now part of that mission, Dr Skelly”

Geraint’s eyes flickered, and then his purple gaze caught Lorraine, much as a spider catches a fly. Lorraine stood motionless as Geraint moved to open Alice’s pod.

“W,dot,W,dot,W,dot – executive override code wonderful. Subject Lorraine Skelly – remove protection. Vector code 435-698 – activate!” Geraint chanted the words rhythmically.

Alice moved forwards until she was toe tip to toe tip with Lorraine Skelly’s motionless form. Alice’s eyes swam with the same intense colour as Geraint’s. Delicately Alice leant forward to kiss Lorraine; slowly, tenderly Lorraine responded. She returned the kiss, and felt the desire burning though her frame. The lab was gone, Geraint was gone – there was only lust, a deep burning passion. Gently Alice pushed Lorraine to the tiled floor, fumbling open the buttons of her lab coat.

Geraint turned and walked from the lab, his burgeoning erection eliciting a slight limp as he moved. He opened the door, took a lingering look at the writhing women and walked into the corridor. Once he was safely ensconced in his office Geraint relaxed. He drew down the shutters on his office windows and stood erect in the centre of the room. Without further ado, Geraint stripped himself naked; the change began.

Chapter 7: Changes.

June drove towards Webb’s Industries determined to find Alice; she wanted Damon to know that his wife was safe from the moment he awoke. However June didn’t speed towards her destination, she was in two minds about seeing Alice again. Would the alien desire to touch Alice return? 

‘To hell with it, Damon’s recovery is the most important thing’

June’s foot stood on the accelerator, and the Clio burst into life. Minutes later she arrived at W.I. A security guard approached her right window. He spoke through the widening gap as the pane slid smoothly down.

“Ma’am, security clearance?” he asked, stooping to the low car.

“Oh, I don’t have any…” June paused, “but I’m here to see Alice Saunders, her husband has been hurt in an accident!”

"I'll just check, hold on," the guard replied, straightening up, and talking quietly into his radio.

“Fully cleared Ma’am, just drive up there, between the two buildings – past the laboratories and up to main reception – you can’t miss it” the guard beamed a friendly welcome.

“Thanks, bye,” echoed a relieved June.

‘Well that was straight forward, maybe this will be easier than I thought’ June sighed, her fears alleviated.

Lorraine walked briskly towards reception, ‘another unexpected visitor, how can the project be so compromised?’ she wondered.

Lorraine walked towards the seated woman, smiled and extended her hand in welcome.

“Hello, I’m Dr Skelly – I understand you have a message for Alice?” 

“Yes, Damon is in hospital, sedated following a car crash last night – he’s been asking for her” June replied.

“And you are? A neighbour,” Lorraine paused, “a friend?”

“An acquaintance of Damon’s, nothing more” June held back, there was something not quite right about Dr Skelly.

“I’m sorry, but you’ve missed Alice, she left half an hour ago” Lorraine stated.

“Damn, I’ll have to drive to her house, I have the address somewhere” June’s brow creased.

“No need, use the phone in my office – at least you can warn her you are coming,” Lorraine smiled disarmingly.

“Follow me”

June walked along behind Dr Skelly through a couple of corridors, and followed her into a small room.

“The phones there, I’ll just get the number up on the PC -one second,” Lorraine opened the database and searched on ‘Saunders’, “there, anything you need just shout, I’ll be just outside the door”

“Thanks, I will,” replied June.

June read the number from the screen and started to dial.

‘0-1-6-0-3’

The screen swirled, and June screwed up her eyes to try to make out the rest of the number. From the centre of the monitor a small spot of purple zoomed out to fill the screen, June frowned and reached for the mouse to clear the screen saver. Her hand stopped inches short as the liquid colours slipped along Junes optic nerves to nest in her visual cortex. June relaxed, warm in the accepting swirl of colours. June heard the door open and tried to turn her head to look. It was impossible; to look away from the screen would be sacrilege.

Even when she felt the long tongue slide around her face and move in rippling pulsations down her neck; she sat frozen, her heart pounding as the excitement washed over her. Worm-like, the prehensile organ slid under her tee shirt and wandered in the valley between her breasts. Her mind screamed for help; but no sound would leave her throat. Roughly the chair was swung around and June got her first sight of the rooms other occupant. Her mind screamed louder still.

Alice fussed around the house, tidying things away and putting Damon’s meal onto cook. 

‘He’ll be back soon,’ she thought, ‘I wonder if today has been a better day; I hope so, I don’t feel up to a fight tonight.’

The doorbell rang, and Alice hurried to answer it.

A tall policeman stood at the door, he studied Alice with interest for a moment, before he spoke.

“Mrs Saunders, Mrs Damon Saunders?” he asked.

“Yes,” replied Alice.

“PC Simon Brown, Norfolk and Norwich constabulary, may I come in?” he asked politely.

Alice stood blocking the doorway.

“What’s happened? Is it Damon…” panic rose in Alice’s voice.

“It really would be better if I came in, Mrs Saunders” he repeated.

“Of course, please” Alice showed him into the living room.

The tall constable spoke, his mild country accent full of concern.

“Take a seat,” he paused, “good, now I’m afraid your husband has been injured in a car accident, he’s currently sedated in hospital. Nothing life threatening, but he’s in a bit of a bad way”

“But he’s such a good driver,” she stuttered “How? When,”

“Looks like he cornered too fast, that, and mud on the road, let me see,” PC Brown unbuttoned his pocket and flipped out his note pad, “22:57 14th March 2003”

“That’s crazy, today is the 14th of March, isn’t it?” Alice asked in disbelief.

“No, Mrs Saunders, today is Saturday March 15th” PC Brown smiled reassuringly, “look, you sit there for a second and I’ll make us a nice cup of tea!”

Alice sat gazing out of the curtains trying to make sense of it all, and failing miserably. ‘Today is Friday, I know it is – I went to gym class yesterday so today must be Friday.’

Alice turned to the constable as he retuned to the room with two steaming cups.

“Today is Friday, you are wron…” her voice faded completely.

Two cups fell to the floor, and a dark stain spread across the brown oriental pattern. PC Simon Brown stood to attention while the purple-eyed woman approached him on her knees. He didn’t flinch as she undid his trouser fly, and unfurled his chubby penis into full straining erection. Alice’s lips stretched around the glistening head, her tongue probed the single weeping eye - as her fingers rolled back his thick foreskin. He didn’t glance down to view her seductive handiwork; his eyes were fixed on the myriad of pulsating colours on the TV screen.

The remote fell from Alice’s hand as she gripped his muscular buttocks to force his shaft father down her spasming throat. She was rewarded by spurt after spurt of warm semen gushing into her receptive mouth. Alice stood, and wiped a glob of cum from her lips with her sleeve. She smiled broadly at her new conquest.

“Well PC Simon Brown, welcome to the project, first you will take me to the hospital; and then for you it’s off to W.I.” Alice announced, relishing her role as mistress.

“Yes Ma’am, once I’m cleaned up Ma’am!” Simon replied

“Let me take care of that!” Alice replied, licking her lips.

Chapter 8: Mine host.

June sat motionless, hoping the vision in front of her was an apparition, brought on by the weird screen saver.
The long tongue still explored the geography of June’s chest, flicking wickedly across the stiffening peaks. She was very aware of the smoothly rough surface of the reptilian tongue; the seductive suction fuelled her perverse desire. Her eyes drifted along the undulating muscle to the wide blue-scaled lips coated with thick saliva.

Her view shifted from the blueness of the creature’s wide maw to its face. Attractive yellow eyes smiled from a feminine visage. The face had a feral quality to it, an evocative cross between mammalian and reptilian features. The pale fawn of its face flowed down the neck of the hybrid and onto its flanks. The thorax was more brightly coloured; a delicate mauve shade tinted the deeply rounded breasts. 

A circle of satin-like purple scales, surrounding an erect purple spike, topped each dome. The twin globes swayed, as the reptilian animal moved its weight one from clawed foot to the other, and back rhythmically. The lithe legs smoothly ascended to the humped mound of the creature’s vulval slit. 

The creature moved forward, slipping its tongue back into its mouth. June attempted to move, as the reptiles sex organ pressed against her upturned face. June became uncomfortably aware of the creatures wet, cold, labia sliding across her cheeks. 

Something harder pressed against June’s closed mouth. She looked down in shock, only to see the tip of a scaly tail expanding as it forced her mouth open. The tail slid steadily down her throat; the white-hot pain came from nowhere. Its intensity snapped her mind, sending her tumbling into the darkness of welcome oblivion.

Lorraine entered the room; and Geraint turned, hissing his dissatisfaction.

“I need males, there is no guarantee this female will survive the transition to Gul’nathan. We need Warriors, not Breeders. Get the vectors active – you included, yesss!”

“At once, Geraint – at once!” Lorraine replied.

“Ger’natha! Ger’natha of the fabled C’phu tribe of Gul’natha, yesss!”

“Ger’natha, at once, my humble apologies” Lorraine’s voice trembled.

Her apology was too late, Ger’natha flashed a clawed fist into Lorraine’s neck. Lorraine sprawled onto the grey tiled floor, her skin crossed by three deep gashes.

“Respect, yesss – respect is due” snarled Ger’natha at the shocked scientist.

The lizard-animal fled the room, snorting its disgust. Lorraine stood, blood seeping from the wounds on her delicate throat. However, the gashes were already closing, knitting together as Lorraine’s enhanced healing process kicked in. Lorraine picked up June one-handed and slung her over left shoulder.

“You better survive girl, or I may not!” growled Lorraine to the bare unlistening walls.

A police car entered the gateway and pulled up with a shudder.

The guard walked forward, routinely he uttered.

“Constable, security clearance?”

The seated policeman said nothing; his eyes flashed purple for a mere instant.

“Fully cleared constable, just drive up there, between the two buildings – past the laboratories and up to main reception – you can’t miss it” the guard blinked his automatic reply.

Now this was better news, Lorraine virtually ran to reception to welcome the newest recruit. 

‘At last, something to keep that bastard off my back while I think’ she mused.

Within minutes the PC was housed in his own pod, secured away.

“J.T. prepare for a male conditioning run, repeat male,” Lorraine stated into her desk intercom.

“Check, run prepared, run ready Webb’s 2.0 for male subject” John’s voice confirmed without emotion.

Lorraine’s finger had no hesitation in confirming this run; confidently she walked to the door. 

The door flew open before she reached it, and a brightly coloured Ger’natha charged in, he bellowed at Lorraine.

“Get out, get out, and find more, more – yesss”

In his excitement Ger’natha didn’t wait to hear the startled reply, he simply rushed to the misted pod, and stood eyeing the contents hungrily. The reptilian fell into a hypnotic state, patiently awaiting the first stirrings of its prey.

Chapter 9: Insider.

Damon Saunders awoke and entered a world of pain, every joint and muscle screamed at him. Slowly his eyes made sense of the swimming room, the curtain, the foot of the bed and, miracles of miracles, Alice!

“Whump, Whunp, Aluced” said Damon, finding his tongue harder to control than he remembered.

Alice turned; her bemused look turned into delight.

“Damon, you’re awake – wait there I’ll get a nurse!” In an instant she had disappeared. 

Damon signalled his disappointment.

“Dunt gro, Alucey!” still rubbish poured forth.

A minute later Alice returned with nurse Patel, who checked Damon over before smiling at Alice.

“He’s over the worst, but don’t expect miracles – it may take a little time for him to recover his faculties”.

Damon strained, and beckoned Alice to his side, he attempted to speak once more.

“I gottnn smum holp – liook” Damon groaned, internally.

Why wouldn’t it come out? He knew what he wanted to say, his thoughts were perfectly clear ‘I have something to help, look in the drawer.’ He couldn’t get it from his brain to his tongue, violently Damon jabbed his finger towards the drawer.

“Wullot, fdrewar” he uttered.

Alice opened the drawer and took out Damon’s watch. Damon struggled, shaking his head.

“Please calm down Dr Saunders, or we will need to sedate you again!” warned nurse Patel.

Alice replaced the watch and got out Damon’s wallet – Damon immediately gestured Alice to give it to him.
Damon fumbled with the wallet and spilled him credit cards on the bed, unsuccessfully he tried to pick one up.
Damon’s face twisted in fury, the card flicked off the bed and onto the ward floor. Alice stooped to retrieve it, and went to give it back to her agitated husband.

“Mno! Nom, holp – Alucer, wull” Damon mouthed furiously.

Damon suddenly stiffened and twitched violently.

“Shit! He fitting, crash team bed three!” nurse Patel shouted, “take Mrs Saunders to the relatives room – now.”

Alice was shepherded away by a muscular male nurse.

“Damon, I love you – don’t die!” Alice screamed, tears forming instantly.

“He’ll be O.K.,” soothed the concerned nurse, “they’ll look after Damon for you.” 

Alice sat in the relative’s room, totally dejected; she concentrated on the dirty flooring, and twirled the credit card between her clamped fingers. After what seemed an age the young nurse returned.

“Damon’s stable now, we’ve sedated him; why don’t you go home and get some rest. He’ll be awake again in the morning” he advised.

Alice looked up at the nurse, gazing at his name badge on the way to his dark face.

“Look Ashley, I’ll stay here if it’s all the same to…” Alice’s voice tailed off.

“Are you alright?” Ashley asked kneeling down to Alice’s level.

Alice’s eyes locked on Ashley’s - no more was said.

Ger’natha sat crouched on its haunches, looking for all the world like a colourful stone gargoyle. The only detectable motion was the slow pulsing of blood under the scale-covered temples. A slight hiss sounded and the door of Simon’s prison-like pod opened. Simon’s naked chest rose and fell sluggishly. His eyes opened widely and he saw his nemesis for the first time. Simon’s mind reeled as the crouched figure became animated and stood stretching before him.

Simon felt an internal shudder of revulsion as he gazed at the woman-lizard, and the pool of slime that had gathered under her folded legs. The reaction of his libido was entirely the opposite; his penis reared its head and stood proudly from his immobile body. The paradoxical erection grew as Simon’s awareness of his unavoidable mating dawned. He didn’t desire this thing – how could his body? Desperation mounted in the young man’s mind, desperation and questions.

‘Where am I? Is that Mrs Saunders? Why can’t I move?’

Sweat burst out on Simon’s brow, as he fought to gain control over his once nimble body.

“Don’t struggle, you are to be honoured! A host for Ger’natha’s sperm, Ger’natha sire of the fabled C’phu tribe of Gul’natha. Honoured, yesss!” Ger’natha rejoiced.

Simon tried to assimilate this latest assault on his logic. ‘Sperm? It wants to shag me? How the hell can it have sperm?’ Simon felt his turgid shaft expand - he was close to coming! ‘Down boy, down’ his mind pleaded in vain.

Ger’natha walked towards the distraught policeman, and slid its body across Simon’s in a fluid, seductive arc. Simon felt his body return to life as Ger’natha swallowed his hardness deep within its cool body. Simon drove hard into the creature, and his desire flew to unknown heights. Simon pressed down against the delicate caressing pressure on his testicles. The touch slithered across his ball pouch and pressed against his virgin anus.

The reptilian’s tail swung away from its victim’s genitals, and posed ready to strike. The tail tip split to expose a wicked barb oozing a thick discharge. Ger’natha whipped its tail upwards in a scorpion strike and drove violently into Simon’s bowels. The barb found its target first time; flooding the punctured prostrate gland with alien seed. 

Simon exploded, filling the cold pulsing cavity with his spunk. His entire body cramped, pulling the orgasmic tail deeper within him and so draining its foreign contents. Simon crumpled to the floor, as his former strength battled in vain against the invading life form. He was barely conscious, but still aware enough to be startled by the intense purple flash the engulfed the room. Simon he passed from the human race, with two questions ringing in his deranged mind.

‘Where the hell did that thing go? Just who was that naked man smiling at him?’

Geraint observed the twitching host lying before him; his gratification was not purely sexual. The plan was executed, the first warrior impregnated. Geraint swung his head back in triumph and yodelled his Gul’nathan mating cry.

Chapter 10: Recruits and rejects.

Elisabeth Coyne flitted the mop head from side to side diligently cleaning the narrow corridor. She had worked at the hospital for a couple of months, Liz found the work menial; but her choices were limited. Returning to work after the divorce hadn’t been essential, but now the kids were with their dad full time it was better than sitting at home, dwelling on the past. Liz opened the door of the relative’s room, and backed into it, pulling the trolley bucket along behind her. She swung sideways with the mop in a wide arc, at the apex of the arc, Liz stopped dead!

Liz gawped at the tableau before her, Ash, the ICU nurse sat naked on one of the bare chairs. His thunderous erection stood straight up from his lap. His face was invisible, hidden by the dimpled rump of the woman who stood astride him. Ash’s bright tongue flashed between the woman’s sodden gash. The woman’s stretched legs balanced on the chairs either side of Ash, giving her the angle to grind her pudenda onto Ash’s thick lips.
 
“I’m so sorry, excuse me!” Liz stuttered, her face turning the colour of ripe tomatoes.

The woman swung her head around, she had the most fascinating eyes; they seemed to change colour as Liz looked. The spread-eagled woman uttered a smouldering suggestion.

“No problem dear, join us!”

Liz melted into the liquid gaze; she dropped her mop and walked towards the orgiastic couple. Liz’s lips widened to circle Ash’s solid shaft; hungrily she gulped him down. The dark glans lodged in Liz’s throat, pushing to complete its entry. Liz developed a steady rhythm, alternately sucking and blowing, as her mouth slid up and down the savage erection. Ash stiffened, and deposited warm cum in generous spurts down Liz’s thirsty throat. 

The seduced cleaner drew her head back, and the hard bobbing member popped free of her busy mouth; dribbling it’s warm white ejaculate freely over Ash’s meaty thighs. Looking upwards Liz now turned her attention to the open dripping slit above her, delving her tongue deep inside Alice’s grasping vagina. Alice tensed as her release burst on her, mouthing her lust to the grimy wall before her. Liz’s face was washed with warm pungent secretions; she swallowed the female fluids with glee. 

Alice dismounted and moved behind Liz, tearing the hospital uniform from her trembling body. Soon Liz was as naked as Ash and Alice. Alice grasped the hips in front of her and guided Liz down, impaling her on Ash’s impressive erection. Alice ran her hands upwards scooping Liz’s firm breasts and tweaking the swelling tips. Alice’s hands fell from Liz’s body, as she turned to gather her own dishevelled clothes. Stooping briefly Alice retrieved Damon’s credit card from the damp floor, and slipped it into her handbag.

Dressing quickly, Alice took one last look at her victims; they were copulating lustily without any regard to their surroundings. Alice smiled in satisfaction and left the sweaty room. She walked through the hospital gates, concentrating on returning home to gather Damon’s overnight bag. She was blissfully unaware of the approaching Clio, flashing and hooting in cheerful recognition.

June shrugged, ‘I suppose she does have a lot on her mind at the moment.’ June was too busy to chase after her new friend. ‘Things to see, people to do!’ she giggled at her unruly thoughts. June crossed the asphalt with grace, drawing admiring glances from onlookers. Her trim but subtly powerful legs propelled her up the hospital steps. Once inside the hospital June slowed her pace, keeping to the shadows of the corridors. 

She slipped her tongue out between her lips and tasted the stale air; her tongue pressed against the roof her mouth. She blinked once, and then set off deliberately towards Damon’s ward.

The door of the ICU shut softly behind June, her yellow eyes peered around the quiet dark room. She liked this environment; it was ideal for hunting. June padded down the centre of the ward, several patients lay propped up in beds, and all were attached to machines by streams of wires. Curtains enclosed one bed; June’s slim tongue tested the air again, she smiled and slipped through the curtains.

Damon was fast asleep; he looked better than his fellows in the ward. June extended a hand and shook Damon awake.

“Hi Damon, it’s me – June. Wake up!” June whispered.

Damon opened his eyes and observed June groggily.

“June, what are you doing here?” asked a confused Damon.

“Time for some physio, Damon” June answered, flinging her coat open.

Damon drank in the body he had imagined so many times. June’s perfect upturned breasts swung free before his unsteady eyes. Generously puffed nipples bobbed enticingly before him.

“June, what the hell? I don’t even think I could, if I wanted to.” Damon confessed.

“Don’t worry you will, even if it kills you” June laughed, her eyes glinting with a purple cast.

Before his incredulous eyes, a tent of bedclothes formed where his manhood proudly defied modern medicine. June grasped the bedclothes and tore them down. Her well-manicured hand slid up Damon’s body, taking his hospital gown with it. In a single fluid motion June mounted him, sliding down and swallowing his hardness with ease. 

With a seemingly impossible contortion, June folded herself to him, pressing her open mouth hard against his. Damon felt the long tongue touching every succulent area within his mouth before sliding deeply past his tonsils. June wound her arms tightly around Damon’s midriff clamping her body to his. The pressure constricting Damon’s body grew unbearable. His face darkened, as his breath stalled, and his climax burgeoned.

“Goodbye Damon” June hissed.

Damon felt the pleasure peak just before his spine splintered. Damon felt no more. Alarms sounded loudly, startling June from her predatory activity. She uncoupled from Damon’s lifeless body, ran to a window and smashed it. A second later she was gone.

An orderly rushed into the room, took one look and shouted.

“Security! Intruder ICU, emergency”

The orderly ran to Damon’s side and started a vain attempt at CPR.

“Where’s the beggar, Where?” shouted the rushing guard.

“Window, out of the window” 

The orderly pointed, pausing between strokes. The guard poked his head out of the smashed frame, and stared in disbelief down the vertical wall to the car park three stories below. He scratched his head in wonder, as he watched the Clio drive away at speed.

He turned back to the orderly; his face was pale.

“That’s just not possible, impossible that is.”

Chapter 11: Outsider.

Lorraine drove towards the Kings Arms, her hunger rumbled within her abdomen. It was a little late for lunch, but then again, it wasn’t food that interested her. There were bound to be some stragglers at the Pub, she would select a savoury male and have her fill, before she returned him to Ger’natha’s tender mercies.

As she approached the Pub Lorraine spied a familiar figure traipsing up the lane. Lorraine slowed the car to a crawl as she approached Alice.

“Are you O.K., do you need a lift? Alice, why are you crying?” Lorraine queried.

“Damon’s in a bad way, I don’t think he will make it!” Alice sobbed.

“Of course he will, look, hop in and I’ll take you home” Lorraine offered.

“Thanks, I need a friend at the moment” Alice flashed an unfelt smile.

As Lorraine drove to Alice and Damon’s house, an uncomfortable silence fell on the car; other than an occasional sniffle from Alice, all was deathly quiet. 

‘I have to get her out of this mood. The vector program may become unstable if her stress level gets too high. Alice could be a danger to the project’ Lorraine thought.

Lorraine jumped as Alice’s voice broke into her pondering.

“Stop, you’ve driven past the cottage,” Alice snapped.

“Sorry, I was miles away!” replied Lorraine.

Lorraine slipped the Vectra into reverse and slid back into the cottage driveway. Soon Alice and Lorraine were deep in discussion, as their teas grew cold on the lounge table.

“You look awfully stressed, Alice. Let me relax you a bit” Lorraine offered.

Alice said nothing, but she didn’t resist as the warm hands kneaded her stiff neck muscles. Lorraine reached forward over the back of Alice’s armchair, and rotated her thumbs into the tense knots on Alice’s neck. Alice sighed.

“That’s nice, don’t stop”

Lorraine smiled; her eyes took on a slight purple cast.

“Don’t worry, I won’t stop until you’ve had enough,” Lorraine cooed comfortingly.

Lorraine’s hands strayed across Alice’s responsive breasts, the nipples burst forth into stiff peaks. Alice looked up lovingly into Lorraine’s eyes; her own eyes reflected the purple of her lover’s. Lorraine gazed deep into Alice’s limpid eyes; in an instant they changed back to intense cold blue.

“What am I doing? Damon’s ill and I’m,” Alice choked, “get off me, Lorraine! GET OUT!”

“What’s wrong Alice, don’t speak to me like that! I’m your friend” Lorraine’s reply echoed her shock.

“You’re no friend of mine! GET OUT!!” Alice screamed.

Lorraine saw the look in Alice’s blue eyes, and argued no more; hurriedly she left. Alice collapsed back into her chair, in floods of tears. Lorraine ran to her Vectra 
‘Shit, she’s rejecting the vector; I’d better tell Ger’natha.’ Lorraine cursed herself for forgetting her mobile, and roared off in a cloud of gravel & dust.

Geraint stood back admiring the three full pods in front of him. One new warrior to be, one new vector, and his first offspring; all in all, the day had been more than satisfactory. The lab door opened behind him, and June entered.

“Mission accomplished Geraint, no more problems from Dr Saunders” June smiled wickedly.

“Excellent, it has been a most productive day! Do you feel ready for a little R&R, my dear?” Geraint asked.

“More than ready, but let me lose this ugly coating first!” grinned June.

The purple light started its emission from her eyes, but soon her body was covered in pinpricks of empurpled luminosity. The flash was as rapid as it was blinding; Ju’nutha of the C’phu tribe stood before her master. Geraint decided to drink in her beauty before transforming; Gul’nathan passion was not patient. 

From the fiery red crest on the top of her head to the black-clawed toes she was perfect. Geraint felt his desire rise, as did his squat member. Geraint’s eyes glowed intensely, but before he could complete his transformation he was disturbed. Of all times for the phone to ring! Geraint grabbed the receiver from the wall mounting.

“YES!” he breathed the words with venom.

“Ger’natha, Alice is rejecting the vector, what should I do?” asked a puffed Lorraine.

“Go back and observe - if she rejects, terminate her!” Geraint snapped.

“Are you sure? What about her husband? Ger’natha, what about Damon?” Lorraine asked.

“Already terminated. Do as I say,” Geraint uttered, “by the way, I am Geraint at the moment – learn to tell the difference. Don’t call me Ger’natha outside of WI, you fool!”

“I’m sorry, I…” Lorraine was cut off in mid speech.

“Observe, then kill if no use. Understood, yesss” Ger’natha hissed and crumpled the handset in his clawed fist.

Ger’natha strode across the room towards his mate; his erect tail tapping against his upper abdomen. Ger’natha sprang, sinking his tail-organ deep into Ju’nutha’s ripe fruit. Alien passion rocked the room, and called out to all of their species. The door on the furthest pod splintered, and a fully formed Gul’nathan warrior emerged. Si’natha joined the coupling, adding his bulk and power to the expatriate orgy.

Lorraine shrugged, and let the silent phone fall to hang uselessly in the phone box. ‘Well I’ve got my orders, I don’t like them but, too bad’ Lorraine thought, returning to the still running car. ‘I hope you don’t reject, Alice, murder’s not my thing’, the car swept around in a tight semi-circle and headed back to the cottage.

Chapter 12: Revelation.

Alice was startled from her misery by the insistent ringing of her mobile phone.

“Hi, Alice Saunders,” she answered, with more cheer than she felt.

“Mrs Saunders, it’s Staff nurse Patel, I wonder if you could return to the hospital?” nurse Patel’s voice was calm but persistent.

“What’s wrong with Damon? Tell me, he should still be asleep shouldn’t he?” Alice asked, frowning.

“It would be much better to discuss this face to face, Mrs Saunders” the over polite nurse suggested.

“He’s dead isn’t he? TELL ME!” Alice’s voice was edged with panic.

“Please calm yourself Mrs Sau…” nurse Patel was rudely interrupted.

“TELL ME!” screamed Alice.

“Yes, but it’s not due to…”

Alice hurled her phone against the lounge wall; it flew apart, the battery and keypad landing in opposite corners of the room. Alice grabbed her bag; frantically looking for the credit card that Damon had forced on her, all logic was gone. ‘It was the last thing he held, must find it.’ Alice grasped the card and brought it to her trembling lips. The card felt oddly cold, Alice looked closer at it. It was too thick for a credit card; she screwed up her eyes to read the small script on it ‘Memory Stick PRO 1Gb’, it was a data card. Alice ran to the computer in the study, ‘Damon has sent me a message’ Alice’s thoughts raced as she headed for the study.

Unknown to Alice her whole conversation had been observed; Lorraine crouched in the bushes watching carefully. She now crept to the study window, keeping her body low. She soon realised that Alice was too engrossed in the computer to notice anyone, and stood up a little way, to relieve her complaining muscles. Alice pushed the memory stick into the port on the front of the PC, and a folder opened on the desktop. Alice studied it intensely; a look of disappointment clouded her face. Lorraine saw Alice reach for the mouse and click.

The screen turned orange, and a large yellow word appeared ‘unravelled’ Lorraine realised what the program was, one millisecond too late. Her eyes were now like Alice’s, fixed on the glowing screen, as the orange colours shifted and danced. Synapses fired, connections were made – two minds had the vector uncovered in them. The control was shifted from autonomous to voluntary. The higher minds now knew of the vector, and had full access to its secrets and control. Reality snapped back into place as the swirling colours faded.

Alice swung away from the screen, her mind reeling with unwanted information. Her gaze fell directly on Lorraine, orange eye meet orange eye; she knew, they knew, they both knew all.

The grey suited man sat observing the London Street far below him with interest. This was his habit, his relaxation. The black phone on his solid oak desk rang; he swung his sculptured leather chair around with ease and gathered the handset into his manicured hand.

“Bowen, Ministry of Defence,” he answered, “I see, tell me more”

Bowen listened with growing attention to the story he was being told, his body tensioned as his concern grew. Finally he spoke.

“You are right to contact me Dr Skelly, I will arrange a place of safety for you both. Leave it with me.”

Bowen extended his right forefinger to cut off the call; he then keyed a short code.

“Charles, it’s Woody, we’ve got a bit of a ball’s up in Norfolk, yes that’s right - WI. Look I need a safe house for a couple of women in danger, arrange it pronto could you?” he paused, “Smashing, fancy a rubber later on this week? Good I’ll get someone on it. Cheerio!”   

Bowen rested his hand on the desk momentarily, before swinging back to watch the masses below; his grey eyes calmly observed the scurrying populace. Affairs of state drifted away, and he was as motionless as the sign on his desk, as sculptured as the writing on its glossy surface. The writing that read ‘Anthony Woodford-Bowen, Minister of Defence.’

Lorraine sighed, and relaxed back onto the settee.

“We should be out of here tonight, Alice. Somewhere safe” she smiled.

“Thanks Lorraine, I judged you badly” Alice apologised.

Alice lifted her hands to Lorraine’s ample bosom, and searched for the telltale peaks.

“This time I have no doubts,” Alice murmured, as her lips met Lorraine’s.

Chapter 13: Preparation.

Ger’natha spoke to his fellow Gul’nathan’s.

“We are the advanced force of a warrior tribe that will wipe all traces of the human race from this planet; and claim it for the C’phu as their rightful home world, yesss!”

He swivelled his neck to take in the whole of his command group, they were resplendent in their post coital colouring. Two giant warriors stood either side of Ju’nutha, their long tongues toying with her distended puce nipples. Si’natha and As’natha were powerfully built with armoured scales protecting their chests and shoulders. Their eyes smouldered with the desire for blood, mammalian blood – fresh and red, predators of deadly tooth and claw. They were separated by the most desirable siren, a reptile to tempt any human astray, regardless of gender.

“Within weeks each of you will command a legion of your own kind. We must prepare for war, it will come – and our enemies will perish. Yesss, perisssshhh,” Ger’natha paused, “but for now we must return to their disgusting form, so we may move among them unseen. Not for long, once we have ascendancy the mask will be discarded. Yesss!”

Long seconds passed before the room was once again briefly bathed in intense purple. Geraint directed the group to observe the emergence of the newest vector.

Liz’s eyes opened as the pod door swung away from her modified body, and she stepped into the room.

“Allow me to make the introductions,” Geraint paused, “we are you master’s and mistress, Simon, Ash, June and myself Geraint. How are you?”

Liz said nothing, but snarled at the group, her eyes flashing purple.

“Excellent, but of no use here – we are immune to your call. The prey lies outside. I see the program continues to evolve – you are quite a handful” Geraint reached out to grope a prominent breast.

Liz’s reaction beat his, her hand caught his in mid-flight.

“Only for prey,” Liz laughed, “you don’t qualify”

Geraint grinned with delight.

“Go, recruit more – soon we will be unstoppable – the hive mind grows in power.” Geraint ordered.

Liz turned; dressed, and headed for the door, all eyes followed the succubus. Even Gul’nathan’s were not totally immune to her subtle seduction.

A speaker, burst into life.

“Geraint to video conference suite, the High Counsel requires an audience”

“Repeat - Geraint to video conference suite, the High Counsel requires an audience”

Geraint paled slightly, and rushed to the door, even he didn’t want to keep the High Counsel waiting; his wrath was legendary.

It was 15 minutes before Geraint re-joined the others.

“We have our first task, we have been asked to neutralise Dr Skelly and Mrs Saunders. There is no time to waste. Simon and Ash, you will carry out the terminations. LEAVE NOW!”

“Oh, and do not fail me” Geraint warned, his yellowed eyes glinting savagely.

Alice walked to the door with some caution; hopefully this would be the police escort. She used the viewer for the first time in months, peering into its small brass centre. Two uniformed officers stood on the step, Alice sighed her relief and opened the door.

“WPC Pamela Green, and WPC Geraldine Jones” the smaller blond PC spoke.

“Can I see your I.D. please,” Alice asked softly, “sorry but I need to be certain”

“Understood” replied the brunette.

Both held their Norfolk Constabulary cards up for inspection.

“Great, thanks, come in” smiled Alice.

Alice introduced the WPC’s to Lorraine, who smiled a knowing smile to Alice.

“Please don’t stand on formalities, we’re going to be house mates for some time, at least until this is resolved. I am Gerry and this is Pam,” said Gerry.

Lorraine’s smile grew to a grin.

“We look forward to getting to know you better” she quipped.

For no apparent reason, Alice blushed.

“No time to lose, are you packed?” asked Pam.

“Yes, we’re ready,” replied Alice, “the liaison officer told us to be”

“Ladies, lets go, we may just get there in daylight, if we put our foot down” Gerry ordered.

Lorraine and Alice sat together in the back of the speeding police car; they clutched each other’s hands. Around them the Norfolk countryside flew past, but they ignored the spring fields dappled with the evening sunshine. Fear concentrated their minds on the arrival; the journey was just to be endured.

Silas Blanton prepared for his evening walk; Silas was a sad figure, the wrong side of sixty, friendless and penniless. He scraped a living from the odd jobbing for the local farmers, even they only put up with him, as his rates were so low. Silas glanced out of his window, next doors little girl was playing in the garden. He watched her fragile movements closely, out of nowhere her mother appeared and ushered Cindy indoors; the woman gave Silas a long withering stare. Silas closed the curtains and sighed.

‘They’ll never know, I’d not harm a hair of her head. She’s just like my Mary…’ Silas thought wistfully.

A single tear wandered down his sallow, unshaven cheek.

“Shep, come on boy” Silas whistled

A flash of black and white tumbled into the room and weaved in and out of Silas’s bandy legs.

“Calm down, boy!” Silas ordered, “Let me get this lead on”

Shep stared up into his master’s face with unconditional love.

“You’re a good lad, come on Shep” Silas muttered, his grubby hand ruffling sleek fur.

The odd couple wandered along the lane, looking directly ahead, around them unseen curtains twitched. The lane opened out and merged into a copse of trees; Silas bent awkwardly and let Shep free. Silas shivered, it might be spring but the evenings were still nippy, an orange sun dipped below the misty horizon. Silas liked the night - it hid things.

Chapter 14: Discovery.

Lorraine was the first to enter the two up two down residence. Its humble exterior denied its size and comfort.

“This is pretty nice, bagsy the front bedroom” she called.

“I’m afraid you and Alice will need to share!” Gerry called out.

‘Not too much of a problem’ thought Lorraine.

After 30 minutes of unpacking and exploring, the girls slumped down in the living room.

“At least you look more comfortable in your casuals” Alice commented to Gerry and Pam.

“We are, it’s a bit of a holiday for us, but we are on duty 24/7” Pam replied.

“We’ll try to make you duties as pleasant as possible” chuckled Lorraine.

“Are we still in Norfolk?” Alice queried.

“No Suffolk, just on the outskirts of Newmarket” Gerry answered.

“Oh great, is there a race meet on” Alice asked naively.

“Even if there were, I doubt if Pam And Gerry would be too keen on us being somewhere that public,” Lorraine answered.

“Correct!” added Pam with a grin.

“Oh, well at least the countryside’s nice,” said Alice gazing out of the French windows.

The rear garden and wood beyond were still just visible in the twilight.

“Coffee anyone?” asked Lorraine.

“Please,” chorused three voices.

“Alice, can you help” Lorraine asked.

Lorraine and Alice sat at the kitchen table waiting for the kettle to come to the boil. Alice noticed that Lorraine was unusually quiet

“Are you OK?” she asked.

Lorraine said nothing but turned to face Alice, her eyes shimmered with an orange light. Alice nodded - she felt it too.

Back in the living room, Gerry nudged Pam in the ribs.

“I’m just going to pop outside for a ciggie, keep your eye on things, OK?”

“Sure” uttered Pam, in her best clipped anti-smoking voice.

Gerry walked out on to the porch and opened her pack of Superkings; she fished inside and retrieved a small square black plastic device. Gripping it firmly between finger and thumb she activated it, and slipped it under the ‘Welcome’ mat. Gerry smiled as she smoked in silence.

Ash sat in the drivers seat beside Simon; two sets of eyes were trained on the portable GPS between them. The screen of the device flicked and two lines swept across it face to form crosshairs. Simon zoomed the view in.

“Drive, follow my navigation” he barked at Ash.

The black Primera launched itself into the night at speed.

“It’s not too far, our source was good! First left, straight on for 2 miles then right 500 yards, to target” Simon directed.

Minutes later the car silently passed the target house.

“Head up there,” said Simon, pointing to a lane.

“We’ll approach from the rear, outflank them” Simon laughed with gusto.

Ash grinned wickedly.

Silas stood on the slight ridge in the wood, his favoured spot. He swept his binoculars around in an arc; it was very quiet tonight – no sign of the badgers at all. Silas continued to scan for activity; his eyeglasses passed a bright window. Silas paused, and then refocused on the bright pane. What he saw warmed his loins, his long penis hardened – for the first time in 35 years, for the first time since ‘that’ night.

He watched the four naked women with fascination, he’d heard of such things - but to see it! Numb fingers pulled clumsily at his greasy fly, his large erection fell into his ready hand. The brunette, god she was superb, her head flung back in passion, as her partner plunged her face into the fleece between her thighs. 

As Silas pumped his shaft with increasing vigour, the wide tip expanded. Now they formed a ring, all four of them, mouth to slit as they writhed on the living room carpet. Silas could take no more, gobs of semen cascaded from his twitching prick, adding to the stains already soiling his trousers. 

It took him several minutes to recover; finally he raised his glasses to his eyes once more. The orgy was over, the brunette was very distressed – crying, and talking excitedly to the others. Then she did something that stopped Silas’s heart, she pointed directly at him! Silas panicked, catching his shrinking member painfully in his fly as he hurriedly zipped it. ‘No time to sort that, run!’ Silas fled, Shep rushed after him enthusiastically.

Reaching a blighted tree Silas paused, and rested his weight against it puffing heavily. For a brief instant the wood lit up with a purple flash ‘Christ a storm, that’s all I need!’ But then Silas smiled – ‘it will hide my tracks, I’m in the clear.’ Shep suddenly went berserk barking and growling at the sky.

“It’s just a storm, nothing else” Silas laughed.

But Shep knew better, he dashed off to attack the intruders. As Silas watched in wonder, Shep disappeared into the darkness. There was a sudden squeal, Shep’s barking stopped.

“Shep, Shep boy, you alright?” Silas called as he wandered after the wayward dog.

“Shep, is that you! What the FU…” Silas’s voice cut off in a strangled cry.

His crumpled body fell heavily to the forest floor. Silas lay flat on his back gazing at the night sky with sightless eyes. His only friend sat pinning at his side. Shep would not judge him, others would. Others would gather at the church in the morning commenting on his state of attire and muttering ‘Good riddance.’ But then only Shep really knew Silas.

Chapter 15: Predators.

Bowen’s face was as dark as thunder, he said nothing but listened intently to the humble apology. Finally the excuses finished, and there was an expectant pause.

“I am extremely disappointed, you were given a simple task and you have failed miserably, heads will roll” he savaged the speaker.

Bowen slammed down the phone and hung his grey haired head in his hands. ‘How could this happen? The safe house was selected so carefully’ He sighed deeply, and swung his chair into it’s favourite meditative position.

Coolly he observed the dark streets below ‘they still rush back and forth in their little lives, so unaware’ He thought grimly. The frown faded, his grey irises widened from vertical slits, into a more rounded shape. Bowen watched patiently in a hypnotic state one phrase running through his apparently inactive mind.

“Patience, yes patience is all. Yesss!”

The end.

Part One of the WWW Trilogy: More to come soon.

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