Message-ID: <18129eli$9812190447@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG - Waldo - Flash Gordon - Part 4 of 10 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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 2 - Fuck you Ming (con't) ****** Over the next hour, Doctor Zarkov answered several questions as Corporal Hurley kept trying to find some reason to not believe the story. Whether it was because he was a natural doubter or just didn't want to believe this particular story, wasn't evident. Either way, the doctor kept going over the story until finally Hurley gave up asking questions. For a long time the young Corporal stared out into space as if he was trying to sort out the extremely difficult story. The doctor gave him time to think. Finally the young man asked the question that he couldn't deduce from all of the story so far "When it's a woman's body, does...she think and feel like a woman?" "I've asked the same question several times and got a different answer each time. I think it depends upon various factors. Most of the time, it's one hundred percent pure Flash's male mind while other times, he has so many - pardon the pun - flashbacks of Dale's life and memories, that he is thinking at that moment as if he was a natural woman. I've sat and watch our version of Dale unconsciously primp and fuss over her feminine appearance the same way that I saw the real Dale primp. Sometimes when the new Dale smiles, in the eyes and corner of the mouth, I can see that it's the old Dale's smile. And when there are external factors...such as when Dale is going through her monthly period, I'm easily convinced that it's a woman with a bloody rag problem that I'm working with, instead of a hybrid. That's why when it's Dale's female body, we talk about her in the feminine gender and when its Flash's male body, that we use the male gender as if they were two separate people. What did you think during your one brief contact with Flash's version of Dale?" The young corporal's face blushed slightly, then he answered "I thought it was a real woman." "We could tell from the way that you were aggressively trying to ram your cock into her. That's why I had to give you a shot in the ass to knock you out and keep you docile for awhile. You're suppose to thank your rescuer, not fuck him." ****** When Flash awakened, the doctor immediately claimed the bed. Hurley shifted over to the co-pilot seat, allowing Flash to rightfully claim command of the small rocket. After a few minutes of examining the instruments and making some minor course corrections, Flash asked the young cook "Did Doc tell you about Dale?" "Yes." Turning to stare the young man straight in the eyes, Flash asked "Are there any questions that you wish to ask me? Either about myself, about the real Dale or my life as Dale?" "Uhhh...No." "I assure you that for the few hours when I'm in Dale's body, that I'm still one hundred percent red-blooded All-American male and would probably react violently to any sexual proposition from any man. You will get along fine with me if you treat me at all times..to include when I'm Dale..., the same then as you're treating me now." ****** A rough hand grabbed Wilson's shoulder and shook him awake. Snapping his eyes open at the unexpected awaking, Wilson stared up at the smiling face of Captain Browning leaning over Wilson's bed. Still half-asleep, the off-duty radio operator tried to shake the sleep from his dazed mind as he mumbled "Is everything all right Sir?" The bald-headed Captain continued smiling at his best radio operator as he responded "All right? It's never been better. Wilson, my lad, while you were asleep, a radio message came in for me. I decoded it and when I read the message, I screamed so loud that I'm surprised that you slept through my yell. My boy, get your ass out of bed and start packing your equipment. I've just been authorized to turn over command of this floating hotel to Captain Sulo and for me to pick a crew of five to go help my old friends kick Ming in the balls. Wilson, you're going with me on a real space flight with your duties to be my radio operator, navigator and chief pilot. So drop your cocks and grab your socks. We're going to go give my old buddy Flash a hand at kicking Ming's ass. GET YOUR ASS MOVING SOLDIER!!!!" The friendly but still very loud scream in his face completely shocked the radio operator almost awake. Stumbling across the floor to his locker, he mumbled "But I've never done any navigating or piloting on a real rocket. I've only practiced in school and that was two years ago. I don't think that I've got the necessary skills." Captain Browning took one quick step forward so that his mouth was only inches from Wilson's ear. Whispering softly in his high pitched peek-squeak voice, the Captain told the young man the truth "The ship that they gave me is only big enough for six people with the ammunition and fuel. So I picked five damn good fighters that I would trust with my life and one guy with brains to somehow get us there. I'll need the five fighters to help me kick my way through Ming's hordes. But I've yet to see a fighter jock, other than Flash, that knows jack shit about flying one of those fucking rockets. So that one guy with brains that I select, is going to have to do dual duty on the flight and I need your radio skill almost more than your pilot skill. So that's why I'm here to get you started on your planning instead of letting you wasting your valuable time in bed sleeping and dreaming about the old days when you used to be able to bang your girlfriend's sloppy pussy back on earth. Our rocket is ready to take off in..only four short hours and twelve minutes. If you need to refresh your pilot or navigation skills before takeoff, then you had better get mighty damn busy. Do you understand me?" Chapter 3 - Absolute power Just as a young child's face reflects innocence, so did Emperor Ming's face reflect pure evil. The high forehead, narrow chin, thin eyebrows, hawk nose, and extremely cruel lips combined into features that made him look dangerous. But it was his eyes, his dark glinting eyes that made him look truly evil. He was dressed in the normal trappings of his office - a long flowing robe with two things on his narrow shoulders that would've made the designer of the tailfins on the old Cadillac's proud. The robe blended into a hood that covered his head, exposing only his face. His overall appearance was that of Satin, except that this devil didn't have visible horns or wear a red uniform. Emperor Ming stared down at the doctor who was groveling on the floor at the foot of Ming's throne base. Instead of wasting any more energy on this doctor, he decided to teach his whole medical staff a quick lesson about doing task completion within the time assigned to them. Pointing a long slender finger with a manicured one-inch fingernail at the hapless doctor - a symbolic gesture which everyone recognized as the 'kiss of death', the Emperor commanded "He failed me. Because of his failure, he's lost his life and I've lost a couple of days that I can't recover. Guards, take him away and dispose of him." Six armed guards rushed forward as the man scurried on his belly trying to get away. Ming had ordered the man's toes cut off the previous day when the doctor reported failure and Ming had given him one more chance at that time - after removing the man's toes with an axe as an incentive not to fail again. The guards grabbed the screaming man by his armpits and dragged him away as Ming poised a long fingernail under his neck and stared at the medical staff who had been assembled to watch this punishment. He smiled, but a smile from Ming was as beautiful and friendly as a coiled rattlesnake's forked tongue. Pointing toward the obviously scared group of doctors, he spoke quietly, knowing that they were intently listening to his every word "Another failure. I thought that everyone was very aware that I won't tolerate failure by any of my minions. Doctor Jhusan. I think that it's your turn to become my main doctor. You have three days to come up with a solution to wake her from that damnable sleep that Flash left her in. Need I say that if you don't wake up the beautiful Dale Gordon and restore her to me, in three days you will find out where the late Doctor Skzan is going to be buried in the next hour. Need I say more or do you wish to be buried next to him?" A man in a white lab coat stepped forward and nervously cleared his throat as he said "I...appreciate your confidence in me but I worked closely with...Doctor Skzan and we don't have the technical skill to reverse the effects of the Murf. Only Doctor Zarkov could get it to work. Until we can capture him again, I'm afraid it's hopeless." Ming's smile didn't fade but he glanced at a nearby guard and made a small motion with his little pinkie. The guard took one quick step and hurled his spear into the doctor's chest. As the dying doctor collapsed onto the ground in front of his stunned colleagues, Ming calmly said "Doctor Haksi, I think that you're in charge of this special project now that Doctor Jhusan has unexpectedly resigned from my service. Do I need to repeat your instructions?" ****** Eighty-seven lights were on the instrument panel and each light had a different function. After two hurried hours of going through the manuals and placing a bunch of sticky notes on the panel, Pilot Wilson felt a little more confident that he could get the damn heavy thing off the ground. As soon as he rushed to the rocket's pad carrying his old pilot books that he hadn't touched since technical school, Captain Browning officially promoted him to Pilot. While he fumbled with the controls and his books, Browning and the other men were loading the rocket with supplies. Glancing up from his books, he noticed that one of the food locker doors was open and that it was packed with ammunition. Grabbing a soldier carrying in more boxes of bullets, he said "Hey, you're putting ammo into the food lockers. It goes in back in the ammo locker." The burly soldier responded "Captain Browning said that he would need bullets more than food. So we've only equipped the rocket with half the food that we normally would carry and we've used that space to store more bullets." "But..but..but what if I drift off course and it takes longer to get there. We'll run out of food." Behind him the high pitched voice of Captain Browning answered "if you drift off course, then we'll still have enough food. If necessary, we, ..the fighting men, are trained to become cannibals. And guess whose flesh.... will be the first to be roasted...over my campfire? The man who let me down." ****** Cooks on big freighters aren't taught a single thing about flying rockets because they don't get the opportunity to step on the bridge except when they bring coffee to the Captain. And they also weren't taught anything about fighting except what was necessary to restore order in the mess hall. So Hurley didn't have a bit of skills that Flash could really use. But Flash spent a lot of time with him, teaching him the basic navigation skills. Skills which the cook couldn't practice or mentally re-enforce at that time because it would impact the rocket's course. And when Flash became Dale the first time after Hurley's arrival, Flash let the cook watch the transformation. After all, it was nothing more risqu‚ than Flash's large obviously male body melting into the smaller Dale's more curvy female body covered up by Flash's large male uniform. Two minutes after it started, the transformation was completed and the new Dale was fumbling around in Flash's larger clothes. Flash knew roughly the time that it would occur within half an hour. Because it felt completely normal to him, most times he didn't know that he was metamorphosing between bodies until he noticed the different fit of the uniforms. A couple of times in the past, he hadn't noticed in time and the transformation into the larger male body had been very hard on the smaller and tighter-fitting female uniform. When it occurred, Hurley noticed that Flash's hair suddenly started growing longer and darker about the same time that he observed that the uniform seemed a little bulky instead of the normal tight form fitting. And there were some obvious small half-dollar sized firm tits poking against the thin material. Hurley wanted to see the total naked body transformation but he knew better than to push his luck. So Hurley alternated watching Flash's facial skin soften, the tits become bigger, the slight manly facial stubble disappear as the complexion became softer, the tits become bigger, the strong masculine nose become dainty and perky, the tits become bigger, the blond short military-cut hair became darker and grew longer, the tits become bigger, the broad masculine forehead become smaller, the tits become bigger, the tight ass become fuller, the tits become bigger, the wide broad shoulders become narrower, the tits become bigger, the waist become smaller, the tits become bigger, and the uniform gradually become too large for Dale's much smaller womanly body. It was very obvious to both of them where Hurley was staring as he watched the transformation. Flash/Dale continued talking to him as if it was nothing unusual to transform from one sex to another sex. As soon as the transformation was complete and it was Dale sitting there instead of Flash, Dale excused herself while she went to the small bathroom to change uniforms. Two minutes later, an appropriately dressed very normal looking Dale Arden stepped out of the bathroom and resumed her instruction about pilot techniques with the cook. It was obvious from Hurley's flushed face and his inability to concentrate, that he wasn't listening to any of the technical specifications now that it was Dale describing the technology instead of Flash. Recognizing that the young cook was immensely curious about the frequent metamorphous from/to a woman's body and that the cook also had a strong sexual yearning for that same female body, Dale decided to address one of Hurley's curiosities. Leaning back in her chair, she characterized the mental changes that she had to learn to deal with because of her constantly changing dual identities "As you just observed, the physical transformation was just as I described it to you earlier..a quick morphing into my other body. As for the subject where I think your attention is drawn now, let me describe how it feels to me...it doesn't scare me the way it used to. At first it intensely hurt me to see her face, to see and also feel her body.... and know that I left her behind on that planet. But I quickly grew used to standing in front of a mirror and brushing her thick hair so that she would look as pretty as she used to keep herself." She wrinkled her nose as if to emphasis "I grew used to wearing her uncomfortable bra, to support the same beautiful breasts that I used to love to nuzzle in the privacy of our shared bed as we made love to each other. I grew used to carrying a tampon hidden in my Dale uniform back on Earth after one uncomfortable time when I miscalculated her ministration cycle and have since learned to deal with those physical problems that every woman faces. I grew used to seeing her beautiful face in the mirror and not being able to kiss her voluptuous lips because it was really my face that I was looking at in the mirror. I grew used to having men flirt with her that didn't know about...my unique situation. I learned how to masturbate myself so I could relieve the tension that quickly built up in her body. In all respects I became her except that I was a harder, more firmer Dale. I wouldn't take any shit from anyone. I fought for a rocket from those government bureaucrats to carry me back to Mongo. I kicked a lot of ass to get here. So that's how it feels." Staring him directly in the eyes, she continued "But you must constantly treat me as a man and never as a woman, because I'm never going to act like a woman nor have sex with a man. I know that this is cramped quarters and you've been on the erection-inhibitor pills while you were on the Space Vehicle Tiara. I don't have to look down at your tight trousers to know that you've probably got a rock-hard erection which you'll have to deal with for the next three-four weeks until it wears off. I used to take those damn government mandated erection- inhibitor pills myself until I said 'enough is enough' and banned them from my vessels. If you wish to use the privacy of the bathroom to...relieve yourself while Zarkov is asleep, I'll understand." ****** "She is so beautiful.", murmured a reflecting Emperor Ming as he stared at Dale's unconscious body floating on a small cloud a few feet above the hard marble floor. She was dressed in a pale diaphanous gown that showed every curve and contour of her shapely body. The darkness of her pubic hair and areola was very obvious underneath the delicate fabric of her gown. Every morning, slave girls would prepare her by bathing her limp body, fixing her hair as if it were her wedding day, and then dressing her in one of the translucence flowing gowns that Ming like to see her wearing. Then the slave girls would return their sleeping goddess to her place of honor in Ming's throne room. A new counselor stepped forward, eager to offer a solution to the puzzle that was robbing the medical staff of its most senior personnel and to advance his own career. Using the symbol of his recent appointment as a means for freely speaking in front of his Emperor, the young man suggested "Beautiful. Yes, she is extremely beautiful and would make a suitable mate for my Emperor. But my Lord, if I may speak freely, there are plenty of women on this planet who are just as beautiful as this....almost dead Earth woman. And our women are alive and willing to serve you however you desire while she publicly flaunted her love for that earthling as she turned away from you. Just speak the word and we shall have every woman march in front of you until you find someone that you like just as much as you like this woman." There was no change to Ming's face as he continued to stare at Dale's floating body. But the people closest to him noticed that his eyes became darker - a more menacing darker. His voice remained just as calm belying the anger revealed by his eyes, as he answered the young man "Beautiful yes. We have plenty of beautiful women but they already belong to me. I can snap my finger and have any woman on this planet that I want. Dale was the first woman that I ever met who I couldn't have. And all because she loved that muscle-bound Flash Gordon. I stole her from him and brainwashed her a couple of times so that she temporary belonged to me." Ming's voice became softer as he though about his beautiful prisoner "But I wait with deep anticipation for the moment when I can have her without the assistance of a Tractor-Grazer mental modification guiding her thinking. During those times of her mental imprisonment, I occasionally ravished her hypnotized body just to see if I could accept her as a completely dominated mental slave. But it wasn't the same as my wonderful dreams because I knew that she really didn't know what she was doing when I commanded her to fuck me. She was just a hypnotized puppet dancing exactly as her master commanded. I could've told her to fuck one of the horses and she would've done it with just as much gusto and enthusiasm as when she bedded me. I want her to come to my bed of her own free will because she knows that I am the best lover for her. I want her to make love to me because she wants to be my life- long lover, not because I've drugged her into a mere pittance of her former self. I want her to freely give herself completely to me." Turning his head to stare at the Counselor who was backing up now that he realized his mistake in offering faulty advice to his Emperor, Ming continued his discussion "Yes, I can destroy complete planets and can have any beautiful woman on any planet that I want." Slapping his hand against his throne, he continued as if he was talking to an old friend instead of a young foolish counselor who had just given him bad advice "But I don't want any of them, except this beautiful woman who I can't have. Why do I want her? I think that I must have her because she represents more than just a good fuck to me. She represents absolute power to me because she is the lover of my worst enemy...Flash Gordon. Having her sitting at my feet with her head resting my lap while Gordon watches her willingly play with my cock, is one of my favorite dreams. I want her to give me a blow job while Gordon watches his former girlfriend enthusiastically sucking my cock. I want him to try to rescue her but I want her to refuse his aid so that she can stay with me forever...and bear my children. I want to watch her beautiful belly expand as my seed within her womb turns into a child - my child forming within her body. I want to see her beautiful breasts nursing my future favorite children. I want to name the first male child 'Flash Ming' and teach my future favorite son how to destroy his hated namesake's world. That would be absolute power to own her and to keep her away from my nemesis. Now do you understand why this beautiful unconscious woman turns me on so much and why she means so much to my future plans...what is your name Counselor?" Sweat was dripping down the forehead of the slightly quaking Counselor as he answered "Txiar, your Excellent. I'm awed by your wisdom and now truly understand how the never before experienced appeal of the foreign woman can easily far exceed the appeal of any Mongo woman. Forgive me because I haven't had the opportunity to understand the concept of absolute power that she represents." "Come closer Txiar. Let me give you a personal lesson on Absolute Power. After you understand this important concept, I'm sure that you'll be a better Counselor." The command sounded friendly but Txiar knew that it could easily turn into something as dangerous as a death sentence for him. He hurried to the base of the throne and prostrated himself on the floor immediately in front of the throne, keeping his head down as prescribed by court protocol when this close to the throne. Kneeling down so that he could only look at the floor, he waited while Ming caused him even more pain by delayed talking to him. When he finally did speak, Ming's voice was low but it filled the quiet chamber as everyone was absolutely still to catch every word. "Txiar, you are a brave man to offer advice on a subject that it's quite obvious that you really know nothing about. And to do it on your first day as one of my new Counselors? Such bravery deserves a reward in front of your peers. However your advice was extremely foolish and shouldn't have wasted my time. Such stupidity requires a punishment in front of your peers. Shall I reward you or punish you?" The room was absolutely quiet as everyone listened to Ming's pronouncement "While I think about that decision, let me tell you how I feel today. It must be your lucky day because I was sitting here thinking about how nice it would feel to have the beautiful Dale Arden kneeling between my legs, gorging herself on my heavy cock at this moment. So I'm sitting here with a rock hard cock and my pride and joy needs some relief. Yeah, even Emperor's need relief. Do I take your previous advice and have some beautiful women brought in to service me? That could take a couple of minutes and I could lose this hard-on before any of your beautiful women gets here. It's such a magnificent hard-on that I have at this minute. Or do I find some other way to relieve this slight discomfort that I'm feeling at this moment? Txiar, what is going to be your advice at this moment?" Without a bit of hesitation and quite willing to do whatever it took to keep from displeasing the evil Emperor any further, Txiar quickly responded with the only answer possible under the circumstances "My Master, it is my pleasure in life to serve you however I may. I offer my mouth and limited skill as a means to serve you. May I pleasure you, Master?" Smiling down at the prostrate Counselor kneeling at his feet, Ming's voice dropped slightly lower as he gave his answer "Txiar, you just might live long enough to become one of my senior counselors some day, if you keep coming up with good advice. I know that from now on, you will give me nothing but perfect advice..now that you understand the concept of Absolute Power. Proceed." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----