Message-ID: <46660asstr$1076807405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Originating-Email: [yotna_eltoub@hotmail.com] From: "Yotna El'toub" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 14 Feb 2004 20:02:52.0504 (UTC) FILETIME=[87492580:01C3F335] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2004 20:02:52 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} {ASSD} Webb's Wonderful Web - Book 2 Resistance - Part 1 of 5 By Yotna El'toub Lines: 628 Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2004 20:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr _________________________________________________________ Webb's Wonderful Web - Book 2 Resistance - Part 1 of 5 By Yotna El'toub (MC,FF,MF,MM,Alien,SF) _________________________________________________________ Inspired by Lost Boys first competition and dedicated to the LB and his work. WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to your own local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for this story. The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my story. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands of minors. (C) Yotna El'toub 2004 _________________________________________________________ Chapter 1: Beginnings Alice woke with a start, for an instant she thought she was in her comfortable home, and then harsh reality kicked in. The escape from the so-called 'safe house' had been only a few hours ago, but it already felt like ancient history. What had happened to her life? How did she find herself waking up in a Travelodge in Cambridgeshire, alongside a slumbering policewoman? In just a few days the world had gone mad, and she had gone from being a dutiful housewife to become, what - a hunted woman? Alice felt the panic rise up in her chest; her heart beat a rapid tattoo in her ribcage. She sat up to ease her breathing. Pam stirred beside her, her fuzzy mop of blonde hair surfaced from under the duvet. "Morning, what time is it?" Pam asked sleepily. "A bit after eight" Alice answered. "Are you OK? You look a bit flushed," Pam asked, a frown flitting across her delicate features. "I'm fine, just fine," Alice lied. "What's the plan?" Pam asked. "I'm damned if I know, I need to talk to Lorraine first," Alice replied, "Lets get some breakfast, and think later." "Sounds like a good idea to me" Pam smiled. "I'll just go next door and wake the others," Alice murmured as she headed for the door. "Alice!" "Yes" "Wouldn't it be an idea to get dressed first? Not that I'm complaining, not after last night!" Pam positively beamed. Alice looked down and turned beetroot with embarrassment, partly due to her nakedness, and partly because she did remember last night - only too well. Without pausing, she slipped on her coat, and headed out of the door. Pam sat hugging her knees, giggling at Alice. 'Anyone would think she was new to girly fun - but her technique was a dead give away; just who was she kidding?' 30 minutes later the four of them sat in the adjacent 'Little Chef' tucking into what passed for breakfast. "Just need to pop to the loo," Gerry cheerfully announced. "Snap," chimed in Pam, "back in a minute." Lorraine waited for the two WPC's to disappear and then spoke in a low voice to Alice. "Listen Alice, we need to get those two, Um, occupied for a while so we can chat, do you agree?" "Yes, I'm feeling very confused this morning, I'd welcome a chat with someone who understands!" Alice replied. "Good, a touch of the vector should sort them out" Lorraine grinned - Alice nodded, conspiratorially. Gerry returned first and tucked in to her meal with typical relish. A refreshed Pam closely followed her. Lorraine gazed at Gerry, a dim light shone in her eyes; Gerry started to wriggle in her seat. A second later Pam caught the bug. "I'm not so hungry, I think I may go back to the room for a bit of relaxation" Alice sighed. "Hmm, that sounds pretty good, mind if I join you?" asked Pam, "What about you Gerry, are you interested" "Sure, can't think of anything I'd rather do" Gerry winked, lewdly. Lorraine tagged along, as they crossed the asphalt car park returning to a single room. Once inside, Pam and Gerry turned. "So what now, Alice?" Gerry asked excitedly. There was no reply; only sensation, sensation caused by two pairs of intensely orange eyes. The skin covering both the young policewomen quivered with excitement, beads of perspiration formed and rolled languidly over saturated curves. Pam and Gerry turned to face each other; they kissed deeply. Soon they were tearing their clothes away from their needy bodies. Alice stepped forward, unbuttoning her blouse. Lorraine's hand caught her shoulder. "No Alice, as tempting as it is - we must talk," Lorraine paused and pulled Alice towards the bathroom, "in here." Lorraine waited for the dizzy passion to leave Alice's eyes. "OK, are you calm now?" Lorraine asked, smiling. "Yes, but I'd still rather..." Alice's reply was cut short. "You may not, not once you know" Lorraine's mouth straightened. "Know what?" Alice asked. "Last night I questioned Gerry a bit further about what she saw at the safe house. Do you remember, she was the only one that saw anything in the woods," Lorraine continued, "Well I'm naturally, inquisitive so I got Gerry into a suggestible state and asked her what she saw. I for one, want to know what we are up against." "And what did she see?" Alice asked, her interest rising. "Nothing" Lorraine replied. "Nothing?" echoed Alice, "so why did we leave?" "Because Gerry had betrayed us, but the guilt was too much for her!" Lorraine answered. "Why would Gerry do that?" Alice looked puzzled. "Do you remember the chap in the suit, the one you met in the security hut?" Lorraine asked. "Oh yes, I won't forget him quickly" Alice answered, her eyes hardening. "Well his name is Geraint, Geraint Jones" "Jones, wait a minute..." Alice pondered. "Gerry's father!" Lorraine spat. "Oh god, what do we do?" fear played across Alice's face. " We have two choices; one we convert her, as we were converted," Lorraine paused expectantly. "Or two?" Alice asked. "We kill her," Lorraine stated. "We can't do that!" Alice replied, shocked. "So it's option one, but there's a problem" Lorraine stated. "What problem? "While I have WWW 1.7 and both copies of 2.0 on my laptop, I haven't got Damon's program. As far as I know there's only one copy" Lorraine looked grim. "On the memory card" Alice spoke slowly. "In Damon's computer, back at your cottage. We have to get it!" Lorraine nodded at Alice. "Oh shit!" "Precisely," agreed Lorraine. ---------- Liz walked slowly along the deserted street enjoying the sensuous feelings creeping through her modified body. Her nipples tingled as each step bounced them against the silky fabric of her bra; her clit pulsed in expectation against the seam of her tight jeans. She wandered on, as her dampness seeped on to the rough denim. As Liz turned the corner she spied something of immediate interest; 'Davey's Gym and body toning' advertised its presence in large yellow letters. Liz smiled, 'Promising, I think a quick visit is called for.' Liz swayed in through the glass-paneled doors, the reception area stood empty 'Probably too early in the morning for many punters' Liz sighed. Her bright tongue flickered; briefly sampling the air, her mood lightened. Liz strode past the reception desk and into the well-lit corridor. The first few rooms were disappointingly quiet. But in the fourth one she stuck gold. Three male bodybuilders were enjoying an early morning workout, one of them pumped weights up and down from a press bench, and the other two rode exercise bikes furiously. Liz observed silently though the glass panel in the door for several seconds before opening the door and joining them. The dark haired one turned, surprised that anyone else was around at this hour. "Hey, you can't come in here in street wear!" he advised Liz, eyeing her stilettos with incredulity. "Oh, no problem - sorry" Liz replied. Liz firmly grasped the hem of her tee shirt and whipped it off over her head, Her more than ample bosom jiggled into view. She unclasped the front fastening of her bra and smiled as the once active body builders stopped dead in their tracks. "Now, who will be first?" Liz mused, as she flipped her shoes across the varnished sprung floor. "Ah, I think, you" she decided, stepping out of her discarded denims. She walked up to the guy on the weights bench, and ripped his shorts down. The angry erection stretched his generous jock strap almost to its limits. Liz teased his cock free with a careless swipe of her hand, and circled its bobbing tip with her hungry lips. Her rump waggled intoxicatingly, as she slid her vacuum like mouth along the impressive penis in a steady rhythm. She grunted as the second body builder thrust his rod into her contracting gash 'God, it'll never fit!' she thought, but she drove her cervix down hard against his knob. The man beneath her bucked, causing her to look up at his face. She was treated to the sight of a hard penis sliding into his wide, eagerly accepting mouth. The tall guy rammed his length into the warm wetness, until his pubic hair mingled with, and ground against the moustache of the reclining man. Liz finally understood how powerful she was; her influence could overcome any taboo, however strong. She watched the fellatio before her with open fascination. Liz felt thick sperm jetting into her mouth; simultaneously white gobs erupted from the gasping mouth of the squirming bodybuilder beneath her. Tentatively she uncoupled from her unseen lover, and lay on the floor, still holding his slimy protuberance in her hand. Rolling on her side, she guided him back into her sopping channel. Moments later, an insistent invader assaulted her virgin anus. With surprising ease the full erection parted her muscles. She thrust hard against the double assault, swallowing the dual lengths with ease. Soon her mouth was again filled with solid manhood, and Liz hit her first brutal Gul'nathan orgasm. The room was filled with the scent of furtive sex. Liz was truly in her element. Chapter 2: Consequences. Geraint was for once silent; he sat meekly listening to Bowen's eloquent diatribe. "Failure is not an option, we the C'phu have been granted this planet by the Supreme Counsel for our home world. Finally the C'phu's endeavour is recognised by the Hive Counsellors..." Bowen drew a ragged breath, "and you imbeciles fail me. Failure has its price, the only question is, who shall pay?" Bowen's grey eyes narrowed into thin vertical slits, and his gaze rippled over the assembled team. His voice trembled as he mouthed their human names quietly. "June..." Bowen's tongue trailed across his lips, "Ash..." his reptile eyes flitted further, "Liz..." his expression hardened, "Simon, maybe..." finally he stared at the seated leader, "Geraint, Oh, Yesss!" Geraint stood, his face completely drained of any colour. Inside his tailored suit sweat spots erupted on to his fine silk shirt. In a humble whisper he spoke. "What will be my fate?" "You have no right to know, Geraint transform now! Yesss!" Bowen ordered. "I demand to know! It is my right, as a Gul'nathan warrior!" Geraint protested. "Since you enforce your right, you shall know. I was trying to spare you. You are to be banished!" The room fell into total silence, no one breathed. The four other warriors fell to their knees, heads bowed, and faces hidden. Geraint straightened himself, and spoke calmly, as his body emitted the first beams of purple light. "So be it" Ger'natha stood humbly before the resplendent figure that Bowen had transformed into. In Bowen's place stood a grey crested reptile; magnificent, seven feet tall, with undulating bands of chameleon-like colour flashing across its muscled torso. In a low growl, it uttered the fatal lines. "I An'natha, High Counsel of the C'phu - Banish you, yesss" As the final word hissed through its wide mouth An'natha struck the blow. Its claw balled into a fist, and slammed into the space between Ger'natha's shapely breasts. In a single violent ripping motion a Gul'nathan heart was plucked, still beating, from the falling body. As the body crumpled to the ground, it became human once more. An'natha didn't even spare a glance for its fallen comrade; in one fluid motion it tipped back its head and dropped the trembling organ into its hungry maw. A single gulp later Ger'natha's heart slid down its expansive throat. "Clear up this carcass, and get it far away from here - lose it - yesss!" An'natha snapped at his fearful team, "Now - and don't fail!" Four crouching figures retrieved Geraint's corpse and headed for the door; with great care they avoided An'natha's cold grey eyes. An'natha turned his gaze to observe the three freshly filled pods with incessant hunger. "New management, that's what's needed - must decide. Yesss!" An'natha mused aloud. The same though flashed through the quartets' minds instantaneously 'Not me!' ---------- Elsewhere, another quartet finalised a daring plan. Seated on the double bed they talked in hushed tones. Alice spoke with a new found leadership. "So, Gerry and I will find a more permanent base, and Lorraine and Pam will go back to my cottage for supplies. Any questions?" "Yes," Pam asked, "what do we need from the cottage so badly? It's a real risk going back - why do it?" "Well..." Lorraine cut in, seeing her friend struggling for a convincing reply. "There are some computer files there that will help us undermine Webb's - evidence of their experimentation. We need them if we're to convince the authorities" she lied astutely. "Why the hell didn't you pack them?" Gerry snapped. "We thought we'd be back in a couple of days, but it looks as though someone in the ministry is betraying us. We have no choice, Gerry, honestly." Alice smiled, cupping her moist hand over Gerry's. "Lets get it over with then," groaned Pam. Gerry and Alice stood holding hands in the car park, as they watched the police car vanish into the distance. Expectantly Gerry turned to Alice. "What now?" Gerry asked with a heartfelt sigh. "Now... I ring my parents; they live just on the other side of Cambridge. We should be safe there for a while." Alice smiled. Alice's smile was short lived; her parents were away, and they had left Georgina to look after the house. As much as she loved her younger sister, Alice knew Georgie was a liability - unpredictable and immature. Still, there was little choice. Alice removed the mobile from her ear. "Georgie will be here to collect us in half an hour" Alice blinked, still uncertain. "And just who is this Georgie guy?" Gerry asked, her eyes full of suspicion. "My younger sister" Alice answered, flatly. "Oh, nice..." Gerry grinned. "Don't even go there!" Alice warned, her eyes glinting furiously. "Hey..." Gerry smiled, "it was just a joke!" "In bad taste" Alice added sourly. They returned to their respective rooms and collected what few items they had. Alice paid the room bills, and went to the car park to wait for Georgie. 'At least they'll be no paper trail soon - we can all vanish for a while' Alice thought, she swung the doors open. Gerry was already outside, tapping her foot impatiently. "What sort of car are we waiting for?" she queried. "It'll be my parents old Mondeo estate, dark blue," Alice answered. "Oh, its not been past yet then..." Gerry's reply was cut short by the screeching of rubber; a large estate car flew into the car park, and shuddered to a halt. "Georgie?" asked Gerry. "Georgie!" replied Alice wincing. "Just as well I'm off-duty" Gerry laughed. Alice walked up to the driver's door and opened it. "I'll drive, thanks Georgie" Alice stated. "Oh, that's nice, no thank you Georgie, no hello Georgie - just I'll drive. Still practicing on the big sister front are we?" Georgie snapped. "Hello Georgie, thanks for your help. Meet Gerry, she's a police officer - maybe I should drive?" Alice put on a grateful air. "Oh, hi Gerry - sorry about that I missed the brake pedal on the way in - it happens sometimes!" Georgie spoke, as she slid into the rear seat. "I know it used to happen to me when I was a young driver, how old are you Georgie?" Gerry smiled broadly. "Seventeen, eighteen in July - an adult really." Georgie replied. "And that's how I'll treat you, when did you pass your test?" Gerry asked. "Last August, first time," Georgie sounded a bit defensive, then her tone lightened, "You can call me Geo; all my friends do!" "OK, Geo it is, I'd like us to be friends." Gerry giggled. Alice barely suppressed a shudder, put the car into gear, and headed for home. Chapter 3: Return. Simon grunted with effort as he, with Ash's help, swung Geraint's body into the rear of his police car. He slammed the boot lid down and turned to the others, sweat ran down from is dark blond hairline. He paused for a moment, gathered his thoughts, and then he spoke. "If we don't want to end up like Geraint we'd better clean up our act. Bowen's no chump." He stated. "Who made you leader all of a sudden?" Liz retorted. "No one, yet! But you heard the man, failure means banishment. Do you want that?" Simon jerked his thumb emphatically towards the closed boot. Ash, June and Liz said nothing, but shook their heads sullenly. "We have to go back and cover our tracks, we just can't afford any sloppiness with Bowen on our case," he paused for effect, "Liz and I will get rid of Geraint and tidy up from our abortive abduction. Ash, you and June get over to Alice's cottage and see if there are any clues to help us find them - before it's too late!" Liz walked away with Ash towards June's Clio; she muttered something under her breath. Simon turned to June and commented in a whisper. "She's trouble that one, Liz thinks she's better than the rest of us." "Male pride smarting Simon, or what?" June laughed, ignoring his warning. June swung herself elegantly into the passenger seat, with a cheerful, "Come on big boy, get your motor running" Simon groaned to himself 'Today's going to be a long one' he thought miserably. ---------- Liz moved the cushions in Alice's lounge in feigned interest; any excitement at the idea of detective work had passed several hours before. The boredom increased her frustration, it had been more than a few hours since her last climax, and she had started to pine for release. Sighing loudly, she plumped up the cushion she held, and dropped it back on to the sofa. Resigned to more fruitless searching she plodded upstairs. As she passed the master bedroom she glanced in, to see if Ash was having any more luck than her. She gazed though the crack in the bedroom door and was greeted by the sight of Ash's tight buttocks thrust high in the air, as he searched under Alice's unmade bed. Liz grinned `Now there's something that definitely needs more investigation' she let out a low, admiring whistle. Ash turned, and flashed a large grin toward Liz. "How's it going, babe?" he asked. "It's not and I'm bored - how do you fancy finding out what this Gul'nathan sex is all about?" Liz asked, slipping her tee shirt off. "Now that sounds a whole lot more fun than pointlessly searching this place to satisfy Simon's paranoia" Ash replied, unhitching his belt buckle. The white of Liz's skin stood out in stark contrast against the dark tones of Ash's. As they grasped each other the room was washed with purple light. As the brightness faded, one powerful figure lifted the other from the floor with ease. As'natha slid his long scaled member deep into Li'nutha's velvet folds, gasping as her tail tip penetrated his throbbing anus. Together they fucked each deeply implanted within the other as their long tongues danced together in a sensuous tango. Thrust met counter thrust, and the reptilians careered towards their final goal. As'natha threw back his head to howl his pleasure, thick rivers of semen poured down Liz's folded legs. Violently she drove herself onto his pounding rod, her own seed pumping wetly into his receptive bowels. The room shook with expended alien lust. Li'nutha went into her orgasmic frenzy, and added scented secretions to the heavily soiled carpet. It was over in minutes, but the consequences would not fade as quickly, or as painlessly. As'natha recovered his senses, and glanced around the wrecked bedroom. "Looks as if we have some tidying up to do now - for real" his deep laughter was infectious, Li'nutha bobbed up and down against his wet belly, crying with mirth. She clambered down, and gazed deep into his red tinged eyes. "Something's changed, I don't know what, but something's changed - forever!" She whispered. Li'nutha never spoke a truer word. It was then they both stiffened, tongues urgently sampling the air. "Did you hear that?" Ash asked softly. "Yes, someone's here..." Liz replied. ---------- Simon pulled up his police car to a halt, and parked behind a virtually identical one. He glanced up into the wood; sure enough `incident tape' had the spot marked, and the white plume of a tent top was visible. He turned to June. "Come with me, I may need back up" Simon whispered. June strode along behind Simon; deep in thought `He sure is spooked, that throw away `maybe...' from An'natha was worrying him!' Simon walked confidently up to the young policeman; he flashed his warrant card with practiced ease. "What's the story?" Simon asked. "Some old peeper got his comeuppance, dare say he deserved it!" the PC replied, devoid of any sympathy. "Mind if I take a look?" Simon moved forward. The policeman placed a restraining hand on Simons shoulder. "I rather you didn't on my watch, if it's all the same to you." The PC warned. "Professional curiosity, nothing more" Simon smiled. "All the same, the answers no." the PC frowned. "Very commendable, you're more experienced than you look. But I expect you haven't experienced anything like my friend June" Simon flicked his head back towards her. The PC took one look, just one, and he was lost, lost in the swirling colours of June's incredible eyes. He swallowed hard, but had no spit, and then the vision spoke. "Shall we go somewhere a bit more private?" June motioned towards the police car she had arrived in. The PC hesitated, for a long second and then started plodding out of the wood. He followed the siren, he would follow her to the end of the earth - if need be. He didn't glance back as he went, unaware of Simon slipping into the small tent. Nothing mattered, nothing, he just followed his desire, led by his stiff erection. Just in front of the car June paused, and swept her dress smoothly over her head. The cold air tightened her nipples into tempting buds. She opened the rear car door with one hand, and lay on the rear seat, spreading her beauty before the captive young man. He unzipped, fumbled, and withdrew his bursting member; he targeted carefully, striving for an accurate shot. The young PC found the bull's-eye in one, and sank deep into June's elastic folds. June was not so easily deterred, there was no advantage in him coming too quickly. Without any apparent effort she lifted him clear of her slit, and moved his wet erection to her succulent mouth. With great care she ate down his length, savouring the scent of her own juices on her forked tongue. Simon poked his head through the flap of material, to check the policeman was still occupied. He smiled as he watched the passionate sixty-nine in the back of his patrol car - no problem there; June was a professional. He shifted the bodies weight on his shoulders, before setting off down the slope to the bouncing car. Simon flicked up the boot lid, and dropped one dead bundle on top of the other. Slamming the lid shut he smiled, `Better to be tidy than sorry' he mused. Simon shut the driver's door, and toed the accelerator pedal to the floor. As the car shot out of the country lane, he looked in the rear view mirror; they were still at it `hammer and tongs.' Good, a new recruit and a mess tidied up; Today was going better than he expected. Simon whistled tunelessly as he raced back towards Norfolk. In the darkened boot two more bodies bounced around, not as passionately as the two on the rear seat admittedly; but just as closely, and exchanging bodily fluids just as freely. Part 1 of 5 Book Two of the WWW Trilogy _____________________________________________________________ Foot Notes (C)Yotna El'toub 2004 ________________________________________________________ I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, feedback is appreciated, since it is my only payment for my work. Please address comments to Yotna.eltoub@hushmail.com This story is copyrighted by the author and as such may not be published, posted or archived on any newsgroup, website, or server, other than ASSM and ASSTR, without the EXPRESS PERMISSION of the author. 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