Message-ID: <18125eli$9812190444@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG - Waldo - Flash Gordon - Part 8 of 10 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: Flash By Waldo (mellin6695.aol.com) Warning - Flash Gordon, Dale, Zarkov, Ming and the planet Mongo don't belong to me, but were borrowed for this parody. If you're not an adult, don't read any further. This story may be posted on web sites that offer free distribution of stories to the general public. Just drop me an e-mail telling me where it's posted and I'll be happy. Chapter 7 - Wilson to the rescue "Come on, Dale. You've got to wake up. Snap out of it." Zarkov shook the unconscious woman's head as he talked to her. There wasn't any response from her which was what he expected. Restoring her to being normal again, was beyond the capabilities of the Murf. Or beyond the capabilities of the unaided Murf. There was one thing that he hadn't tested yet, but that involved putting someone else's life into danger. He could transfer someone else's life force into her. And he risked creating a hybrid person just as the hybrid Flash/Dale had been created. The door opened and six guards marched in. One of the guards commanded "Your presence is requested in the Throne Room. Come." Surrounded by six armed Sharkmen, Zarkov allowed himself to be marched to the Throne Room. Ming was sitting in his throne and the two newest members of his harem were sitting in the positions of honor at his feet. The two women who looked exactly alike, were each marked with a small tattoo on their breasts which signified them as being Ming's personal property. >From twenty feet away, Zarkov could tell which one was Ambrosia and which one was Moesia by their slightly different posture. The more confident one was Ambrosia. Seeing the brainwashed former Flash Gordon sitting there so peacefully at her master's ankles, he found it hard to believe that only yesterday, he had seen those same perfect lips coated with Ming's cum. He remembered how the guards had held him while she pulled her head back a few inches from Ming's throbbing cock and shot the evil Emperor's cum at her mouth as if it was a game. She let some of his spurting liquid spatter on her lips and drip down her chin onto her perfect breasts. Seeing that depravity had hurt him, but what really hurt him was when moments after the blow job, she offered to kiss him when her lips were still glistening with Ming's cum. The offer hadn't hurt, nor the fact that she gave their arch enemy a blow job. What really hurt him at that moment was that he really wanted her to kiss him- Ming's cum and all. Ming's voice shook Zarkov back to the present time "My radio operators identified something that could be a rocket coming from Earth four days ago. When we concentrated our antennas on that area of space, the signal disappeared. Since then, we've seen nothing but a couple of asteroids in that area. Are there any other rockets following you?" Holding his head high, Doctor Zarkov answered "If I knew, why should I tell you? And if for some stupid damn reason I told you that a rocket full of Rangers was following us, would you believe me? Hell no. I'm not telling you a damn thing and I refuse to try to restore life to Dale just so that she can join your other two cunts at the foot of your fucking Throne." There was absolute silence in the room full of guards and counselors. Normally it was quiet anyway but you could usually hear small noises such as men breathing or the slight crinkling of clothes. The room was silent and the only breathing that could be heard, came from Ming and Zarkov. Ming raised his hand and used the long fingernail to scratch the corner of his lip. It was something that everyone permitted into the Throne Room was familiar with - a nervous gesture that showed when Ming was getting angry. Staring at the Earth doctor who dared to curse him in front of his people, Ming snapped his fingers. A guard standing next to a door, opened the door, revealing a bound Tixar. Two guards grabbed the helpless former Counselor and dragged him to the center of the room in front of the Throne. Ming pointed his 'finger of death' at the bound man "Tixar failed me once too often a couple of days ago. I was angry with him and was going to spare his life. It would've been a simple punishment..just the loss of his little finger to remind him to not fail me again. But he chose to run. That really displeased me. So when he was found hiding in the sewers like a rat, I had him brought here to show the others that they mustn't fail me. I was going to let you watch Tixar's execution and I just asked you a question from which I expected a simple yes or no answer. But then you cursed me. So what do I do now? Let you get by questioning my authority? No, then someone else would try. I prefer to nip all insurrection in the bud. If you weren't someone who I highly respect for your technical skill, you would already be dead. If you apologize and I accept your apology, it still shows weakness on my part. So I must punish you even though I regrettably still need your technical skill. What would be an appropriate punishment for you, my former friend?" "A boon sire. Give your poor servant a chance to redeem myself. I know the appropriate punishment.", gasped the scared Tixar. The guard slapped the bound former Counselor for talking to the Master without permission. Ming waited until the punishment was doled out then granted permission "Tixar, you could've been one of my best Counselors, but you took too much for granted. I can't trust you anymore. I don't know why but sometimes I feel that this planet isn't big enough for both of us. But I'm willing to listen to your last few final words of advice to me. What punishment would you recommend for the good doctor?" The bound man spoke in a whimpering voice "Master, please forgive me. If I acted too recklessly, it was because I wanted to serve you as no other man has ever served you. I recommend that you consider a punishment for Doctor Zarkov that won't damage his mind but will make him understand what it means to cross you. I recommend the Xynobic Transfer." Ming laughed "Xynobic Transfer. It's been awhile since we did that to anyone that wasn't a Sharkman. But you're right. That would be a suitable punishment and won't harm him. It will probably make him a more compliant and productive member of our society. I've been cutting off hands and heads for so long that I forgot that there are other ways to punish wayward souls. Doctor Zarkov, as punishment, you're sentenced to a half Xynobic Transfer and Tixar, you've earned a chance to redeem yourself because of your advice. Instead of everyone watching your death today, you are sentenced to a full Xynobic Transfer. What do you have to say to that good news?" Tixar's voice cracked as he gasped "I look forward to the chance to serve my Master any way that I can and thank you for giving me another chance." The guards moved forward to stand beside Zarkov as he yelled "WHAT'S THIS FUCKING XYNOBIC CRAP?" Ming clapped his hands to dismiss the prisoners, but he had a smile on his face as he answered the Earthling's question "You'll find out soon enough. I'll be by to visit you in your lab tomorrow when you should be back to work." ****** "WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHEN YOU SAY THAT WE LANDED THREE HUNDRED MILES FROM MING'S CASTLE?" A very nervous Wilson stared at the maps in front of him, ignoring the angry Captain leaning over him, and backed up by five burly Rangers armed to the teeth. Pointing at the map, Wilson explained "It's normal when entering a planet's atmosphere that you're not familiar with, to do a Zydian Trace to get your bearings, but you refused to let me do one because you didn't want anyone to accidentally see us. So I had to take a quick site shot at a visible landmark and translate that to the map. I shot a mountain peak and incorrectly laid it out on the map. Then I plotted a course based upon where I thought we were. It wasn't until we were one hundred feet from our landing target that I began to suspect that something was wrong. We're almost three hundred miles off target." The Captain threw his Black Beret onto the table as his normally high pitched voice became so high that it was almost a shriek "THREE HUNDRED MILES? Now we've really stuck. Do we march three hundred miles or risk another takeoff/landing. Tell me, MISTER PILOT, what do you recommend?" The quaking in Wilson's voice wasn't from being scared but was from letting his Captain down. His voice quaked as he answered "If we take off in less than thirty-six hours, there is a good chance that they'll discover us because of sonar reflections from their moon. If we take off after the moon is on the other side of Mongo, then we shouldn't be detected." The Captain sat down as if he unexpectedly became very weary. His voice dropped to a low whisper as he decided "It's too far to traverse overland without being noticed. We have to wait until the moon goes down. Well, it looks like I'm to have a new entry in my log that I'm going to call 'Wilson to the rescue'. Everyone stand down and rest for the next thirty-six hours. ****** There was a strong metallic taste in Zarkov's mouth when he woke up. A taste reminiscent of copper pennies. As he stretched his neck on the pillow and shook off some of the cobwebs holding his eyes shut, he suddenly remembered the events leading up to his sleep. He had been dragged to a doctor's quarters by the guards and injected with something that knocked him out. He didn't remember anything after that. Pulling his hands out from under the sheets, he stared at his fingers making sure that he had all ten fingers. This government liked to chop off fingers too easily. As soon as he saw that he had all ten fingers, he breathed a little easier. Turning his head, he saw that he was in the same doctor's quarters where the guards had brought him. He was in a small patient's bedroom with only a bed, a doctor's examining stool and a wall mounted mirror. In the mirror, he could see his face which looked normal. Relaxing on the pillow and staring at the ceiling, he kept repeating to himself "I must remember to keep my mouth shut before I get in trouble someday. What the hell is a Xynobic Transfer? I must remember to keep my mouth shut. What the hell is a Xynobic Transfer?" After several seconds, he decided that maybe it was just a big joke to scare him into acting normally. Sort of like a punishment placebo. Yeah, that's what an Xynobic Transfer was. A pretend punishment to scare him. If he screwed up again, he would be given a real punishment - a finger cut off or something equally bad. Laughing to himself about how worried he had become over nothing, he decided it was time to get dressed and get out of there. He pushed the covers back and started to sit up. Then something moved across his chest which startled him so much that he fell back onto the mattress as his hands grabbed the moving object. He used to have a pet cat that liked to sleep on his belly and the movement under his hospital gown felt like a huge animal rolling across his chest. He tightly clasped whatever was moving around on his chest but his mind was overwhelmed with too many confusing sensations. There was something on his chest, but it wasn't an animal. And it felt as if he was grabbing his own flesh when he squeezed the moving objects. Letting go of the strange things on his chest, he grabbed the top of the hospital gown and ripped it open to the waist, revealing a large set of very real looking female boobs sticking up prominently from his chest. BOOBS!!!!!!! Grabbing the boobs, he pushed himself out of the bed and onto his feet, feeling and watching the boobs jiggle as he moved. Ripping the gown even more as he stumbled toward the mirror, he pushed the remains of the gown away from his body as he stared at his naked body in the mirror. The large female breasts were the only physical changes - BUT THAT CHANGE WAS TOO FUCKING MUCH. Somehow while he slept, large tits had been grafted onto his body. Lifting and tugging on the new mammaries as he examined them in the mirror, he quickly came to the conclusion that something was injected into him causing his normal flat chest to expand into a woman's large chest because there wasn't any evidence of any surgical procedures. He recognized that because of his already normally large fifty inch chest that the boobs must be at least a 60-65 DDD cup size. He was busy with his self examination and didn't hear the door open. The Mongoian doctor's words shocked him as he spun to face the man who Zarkov knew did this horrible body mutilation to him "Xynobic Transfer is something that we usually reserve for Sharkmen who need to be punished. If a warrior screws up, there's nothing worse than being turned into a woman and sent back to be fucked by your former buddies. Instead of a dead man, the former warrior becomes a willing cunt who lives only to pleasure his former buddies. You're lucky because Ming limited your punishment to just half of a Xynobic Transfer punishment. I just left Tixar who got the whole treatment. Not only did we give him breasts, but we also removed his male organs and gave him a very itchy vaginal. The completely functional vagina is the worst part of the punishment. It doesn't quit itching until it's heavily coated with male sperm so a dildo won't provide him much relief. Tixar is a couple of rooms away and trying to find some way to get his new vaginal to quit itching. Usually, it takes a new convert only about three to four hours until they give up and go looking for relief.. in the Sharkman's barracks. After all, who else would fuck an ugly man with tits and a pussy but an always horny military man. You're a little bit lucky because your new tits will make you horny a lot but you won't have the constant and very uncomfortable insatiable itch that a very horny Tixar is fighting right now. If you get sex once a day, you'll be all right for most of the day. You'll quickly discover that if your lover sucks and plays with your boobs that you'll feel more relaxed afterwards. But if you don't have sex at least once a day, you'll find that you'll have difficulty thinking about anything else until you have sex. In addition to the desire to have sex, you'll eventually find that you're more docile and enjoy having a wider...shall I say..range of sexual partners." "My god, you've turned me into a whore.", gasped Zarkov as he stared at the huge set of tits. "No, Tixar is a whore. You're just someone that now will work willingly for us or we'll withhold your reward. With all the new hormones flowing through your body, you'll be begging some man to fuck you in less than twenty-four hours. After that..well, you'll be paid for doing the work that our Emperor wants you to do. And if you somehow hold out or resist, you should take a good look at Tixar and know what punishment is next for you." ****** "Come girls, I want to show you something." Ambrosia and Moesia followed their master down the halls. Because they looked so much alike and were so beautiful, Ming forbade them to wear anything that hid their perfect bodies. He liked showing them off, knowing that everyone else desired them also but knew better than to touch his women. They looked almost exactly alike but he had been around them long enough to be able to see minor physical differences and there were definitely some mental differences. Moesia was still slightly slow and sometimes awkward moving, while Ambrosia oozed self-confidence and sex. They followed close behind his swirling long cape, following him to the lab. A Sharkman guard opened the door and Ming entered the large room, closely followed by the two beautiful naked women. Doctor Zarkov was working on the Murf at his table beside the still unconscious body of the real Dale Arden. Ming played a game that he liked to play, which was to ask questions that he already knew the answer to the question. Smiling at the Doctor, Ming asked "Doctor, it's good to see you at work on your project for me. You appear rested. How was your night?" Putting his screwdriver down, the Doctor responded in a quiet voice "I managed to get some sleep." "Doctor, my young ladies are interested in the Xynobic Transfer. Why don't you stand up and come over here so they can see the physical effects." Slowly the bearded middle-aged man stood up. The tightness of the lab coat around his chest revealed the obvious major change to his physical appearance. He walked around the table and stood a few feet in front of Ming. Ming tapped his own chest as if he just noticed the obvious breasts on the unusually quiet doctor. "Why Doctor Zarkov, do my eyes deceive me or are those real breasts underneath your shirt? They're so big. How could that happen to such a virile man as you? Oh, I know. You've always been a 'boob man' to quote you, so you decided to get your own set of boobs. Now you can look at boobs all day long. Let me see what you look like now." Zarkov unfastened the belt around the lab coat and removed it, letting it drop to the ground. He had been warned by the Mongoian Doctor as he was leaving the clinic that he should expect and readily comply with a visual inspection request from the Emperor. So Zarkov knew that he had to do it or face worse consequences. He pulled his tunic off, exposing the large bra that he had to wear now to support the very sensitive large breasts as he stared at Ming's smug face. Ming 'ooed' and 'awed' for a few seconds as he examined the large lacy bra that the Mongoian Doctor had given Zarkov to wear. Ming used a simple finger point signal to indicate that further undress was required. Reaching behind his back, Zarkov found the bra's snap and released the bra as if it was something that he had been doing all of his life. The rush of cool air and the unbound relief caused the new mammaries to itch slightly but he ignored the desire to scratch them because he didn't want to do anything that would amuse the fucking asshole that ordered the Xynobic Transfer to punish him. Ming didn't look at Zarkov but instead looked at the two women who were seeing the results of the punishment for the first time. After all, it's not every day that you see a middle-aged, bearded, almost bald man with size 65-DDD breasts that were as firm as a twenty year old woman's breasts. Stepping forward and pointing at Zarkov's new breasts as if he was pointing out cities on a map, Ming explained "Our good doctor was given an injection that caused him to grow the breasts that he would've probably had, if he had been born a woman instead of a man. As you can see, our good doctor would've made a good mother with these very large tits for her babies to suck on. Why goodness, I just noticed that you have a hickey on one of your breasts, my good doctor. Does that mean that you've already got a lover? So Soon?" "You know that someone was waiting for me in my bed when the guards brought me back to my quarters last night. I had no choice but..to sleep with him." Feigning surprise, Ming asked "No kidding. A man in your bed. Waiting for you. And you have hickeys to show that you've lost your virginity. Who was it that...shared your bed?" Zarkov clinched his teeth "Corporal Hurley." "Oh, you mean Captain Hurley. Remember that I made him an officer in my Sharkmen army because of the many ways that he's supported some of my projects. Tell me, is he still experiencing the side effects of just coming off those damn erection-inhibitor pills? I understand that for several weeks after quitting those erection-inhibitor pills, that most men are horny enough to fuck just about anything. Did he try to stick his cock into your virgin orifices?" "He...he slept in my bed last night." "Oh. I see. Well, I don't like to get into the private details of other people's love affairs so I won't ask you to tell me the raunchy details but looking at what appears to still be red splotches on your breasts, it looks like he spent some time sucking on your new tits. Did you enjoy it?" "NO." "Why Doctor Zarkov. Are you raising your voice to me? And are you lying to me? Do you want to hear about some of the ways that I can punish people?" Zarkov gritted his teeth and through clinched lips replied "I discovered that I enjoyed the sex with Hurley last night after I got over some of the awkwardness." A cruel smile formed on Ming's face "I thought so. Your new breasts and modified hormones will quickly make several changes to your personality over time. I wouldn't be surprised to see you hanging around some of the bars picking up men in a couple of months. You'll have to dress a little sexier because just having nice boobs doesn't mean that you'll get laid every night. I see that you're very calm and relaxed this morning which pleases me very much. I would hate to do anything further to 'calm you down' some more. Did you see Tixar this morning as I instructed?" "Yes, I was escorted to the barracks where I watched Tixar service two soldiers at the same time." "I understand that after a couple of hours of fighting his 'itch', he took on a total of thirteen horny soldiers before he finally curled up and went to sleep. Since he woke up this morning, he's already proven that he's going to be one of our more aggressive 'Transfers'. Well Doctor, I need to go back to my quarters and play with my two little twins. When do you think that I'll be able to play with my three little triplets?" A tear eased down the bearded man's cheek as he meekly answered "I'm working on it as diligently as I can." A cruel smile flashed across Ming's evil countenance "I know you are. And that's why Hurley will be waiting in your bed every night. Thanks to your government's mandatory erection- inhibitor pills, he's serving me just as you are." Turning slightly to face the more confident looking Arden clone, Ming's voice softened as he continued "And since my two new playmates have arrived, my sex life has never been more wonderful. Your former friend is going to serve me for a very long time." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----