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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 5 - Flash's crash becomes Dale's hell
"Tixar, you are beginning to bore me. What useless piece of
advice do you think that I need at this time?", asked an
somewhat bored Emperor Ming as he watched six beautiful
naked women make love to each other on carpets placed in
front of his throne.
"Pray forgive your humble servant, but I bring good news. Our
scientists manning the space radar, have detected something
that appears to be a rocket coming toward us. It's coming from
the direction of Earth."
Ming slammed his hand down hard on his throne, startling the
women who were otherwise occupied at the moment. Rising
quickly to his feet, an evil leer filled his face as he stared down
at the cowering messenger "I knew that he would be back. It's a
two month journey to Earth and it's been almost five months
since he left my sweet prize behind as he fled to Earth. How far
away is he?"
"They predict that he should land in three days."
Ming spun and walked toward the corner of the room where
Dale's unconscious body still floated on a small soft cloud-like
surface. Ming waded into the edge of the cloud just slightly until
he was standing beside her prone body. Looking down at her,
he whispered "It won't be much longer until I can wake you with
a kiss, my sweet."
He touched his long finger to his lip, then touched his finger
against her lip to share his kiss. He let his finger drift down her
chin, down her soft throat and to the crest of her breast. He
traced the outline of her areola through the diaphanous gown
covering her body, then slowly stroked her nipple with his finger
as he stared at her.
For a few minutes there was silence in the room as everyone
held their breath, fearful of being the one to break their
Master's tranquility. He stood beside the real Dale, playing with
her nipple, causing it to harden under the thin material as he
whispered so softly to her that no one else in the room could
hear him.
Just as quickly as he had started it, he finished his teasing of
her body and turned around with a relaxed look on his face.
Striding back toward the throne, he commanded "Divide my
Sharkmen into three groups, Tixar. You will command one of
the groups. The commander that brings Flash to me gets to
keep his life. The other two commanders will feel my wrath for
not being the one to bring Gordon to me."
"Most honorable one. I know nothing about soldiering and am
unfit to lead such fine troops on a delicate mission. May I
recommend another to lead your troops in my place, who is
more of a warrior than this poor servant?"
Spinning so that he stared at his cowering counselor, Ming's
words locked in his fate "It's going to take cunning to capture
Gordon and that's something that you excel in. Go inform your
new troops of your honor."
******
It was obvious that Tixar was angry as he rushed into the small
room located in an obscure part of Ming's Palace. Closing the
door behind him, he tried to put a phony smile on his face as he
greeted the room's two occupants. The older of the two people
was a doctor that owed his life to Tixar shifting the doctor's
recent failure to another doctor. The younger person appeared
to be the very beautiful Dale Arden. Only this Dale was
conscious and smiling at Tixar's entrance.
She was wearing the same type of diaphanous gown that Ming
liked to see Dale wear. This Dale's eyes were all alive and
gleaming, with a fresh rose blush to her cheeks. She certainly
didn't look like a woman who had been in a coma for the last
five months.
She started talking as soon as the door was shut "Tixar, baby!
You promised me that if I did this crazy thing, that it would be
over within forty-eight hours. Well, you've got six hours left and
I haven't seen a bit of the money that you promised me yet. If
you think that you can double-cross me, then you've got shit for
brains. Let's get these photographs out of the way so that I can
dye my hair back to its normal color and get back to my village."
Tixar slowly walked completely around the woman, staring at
her as if he had never seen her before. Standing in front of her,
he looked at her lips for several seconds before he said "Her lips
don't look right yet. Is there anything that can be done about
that?"
Tixar touched the woman's lips as if his finger could complete
the woman's surgical transformation into an exact clone of the
real Dale Arden. The doctor shook his head with his reply "No,
we can only modify a face so much. That's as close as I can get
her to look like the Arden woman. Moesia's nose is now exactly
like Arden's nose and the contacts change Moesia's eye color to
be the same color as our target eye color. I was able to shave
some of Moesia's slightly larger ears down to look more like
Arden's smaller ears but that's about as far as I could change
Moesia's appearance."
"Drop the gown, let's see how that modification to your body
looks.", Tixar commanded as he stepped back a couple of steps
so that he could look at the woman's altered appearance from a
better perspective.
The woman's face smiled suggestively as if she was a stripper
putting on a show and she began a slow strip tease removal of
her gown which Tixar interrupted "Moesia, Arden has never
worked in a whore house so don't put all of your normal bump
and grind into it. She's a lady so you've got to pretend to be a
lady now."
A pout appeared on the woman's lips "But Tixar, men like it
when I tease them as I undress."
Quitting her strip tease, she slipped the gown over her
shoulders and let it drop down around her ankles, revealing her
magnificent body. The doctor stood beside the woman and
started pointing out various anatomical features "Breasts
modified to be a 36C. Waist was close enough at twenty-five
inches to look like Arden's twenty-four inch waist so no change
there. The 36-inch hips also didn't need any work. A chemical
stimulant was used to get Moesia's shaved pubic hair to grow
back to an unshaved appearance to look like Arden's natural
heavy dark bush. Moesia is one inch taller and four pounds
heavier than Arden but naked like this, no one will notice those
minor differences."
Tixar smiled an encouraging smile at the woman then gave the
doctor a glance as if to send him a secret signal. Still smiling at
the woman and talking to her to keep her attention focused on
him, Tixar proceeded to say the right words to keep her looking
at his face "Well Moesia, thanks to the good doctor's skill, you're
almost an exact clone of Ming's unconscious fantasy woman.
Let's get these pictures out of the way and then we'll change
your appearance back to your old looks."
"Yeah, but I want to keep these tits.", she grinned as she looked
down at her shapely body.
She didn't see the doctor slip behind her as he poured
something onto a cloth. She was still giggling about her
modified breasts and talking to Tixar when the doctor's quick
hand shoved the cloth into her face as his other hand grabbed
her to keep her from moving. She jerked from his unexpected
attack and gasped but the gasp sucked a lot of the chemical on
the rag into her lungs. For five seconds, she struggled against
the doctor's stronger grip over her breathing passages, then she
went completely limp in his arms. Dropping his cloth, he
dragged her now unconscious body over to a table. The two men
lifted her on the table, then the doctor slipped a Tractor-Grazer
helmet over her head.
As the doctor adjusted the mind control machine, Tixar
reminded the doctor "We don't have much time."
The doctor checked the helmet's settings "We can't rush this.
It's very complicated to make someone forget their complete life,
then to make them think that they are someone else who they
know nothing about. I've got to turn this dumb-ass prostitute
into a lady as well as make her a bimbo for Ming's pleasure."
******
Corporal Hurley was sitting on the bunk naked with one wrist
handcuffed to the bunk. His face was swollen and his jaw was
bruised from Dale's kick. When he came to after being knocked
unconscious, he had been very angry at Flash who had by then
transformed back into his real body. So angry was Hurley that
the doctor urged Flash to restrain the grumpy cook. Hurley
resisted the handcuffs but the cook wasn't any match for
Flash's just as strong, if not stronger, male muscles. As soon as
the cook was handcuffed, he removed his clothes as a protest to
his imprisonment and sat on the bunk, playing with himself.
Doctor Zarkov held his unlit pipe in his mouth and stared at
the cook who was very involved in his own erection. Glancing at
Flash, the doctor said "Our new friend has the most severe case
of space dementia. I've personally seen a couple of similar cases
but never one this bad. I think that his current medical
condition is caused by the combination of low oxygen and
freezing cold for so many hours on his ship, which could've
damaged part of his brain. I noticed that for the first couple of
days that he was sometimes lethargic and very
uncomprehending. But I didn't pay any attention at that time
because that could've been his normal personality. Then his
brain got over stimulated and stuck in that over-sexed position.
He's got a very one track mind right now and all he can think
about is sex."
Flash ran a large hand through his short golden hair as if
scratching his head could solve the puzzle "So what I'm hearing
you say, is that we can't count on him for any help until he
recovers from this...condition. Would Dale's..physical
assistance help him get over it quickly? We can use all the help
we can get on Mongo and if necessary, then I would...."
Shaking his head negatively, the doctor spoke without moving
his lips as he held the unlit pipe in his mouth "We don't know
much about Dementia yet. Some people, such as yourself, can
handle the rigorous constraints of exploring space while
others...didn't have 'all of their oars in the water to start with'.
I think that our cook had some problems which the damaged
brain tissue just amplified. Giving up your virginity to him
probably won't do more than just make him come after you for
more loving..which is something I don't think that you'll
appreciate as much as he would. I don't think that we should
count on the cook as being too helpful to us on Mongo."
"When we land, we'll take him to some of the nearby caves and
hide him. That way if the Sharkmen find the rocket, they
probably won't find him too."
Zarkov nodded his head as acceptance of what to do with the
cook. Then he leaned back in his chair and watched as Flash
checked his instrument panel, as was his custom every waking
hour. Clearing his throat, the doctor asked "And how are you
doing?"
Flash shook his head negatively and smiled a 'you-wouldn't-
believe-me-if-I-told-you' type of smile "I was in euphoria when I
skip-hopped into the shower. Every inch of Dale's body was
tingling and feeling so good. And the warm tiny beads of
stinging water only made my masturbation that much more
delightful. Then when I was drying off, the impact of how I had
reacted to a man's advances, struck the masculine side of my
mind. I told you that sometimes, I'm almost totally Dale
mentally and that's what happened to me today. When the male
side.the real me. took control again, I knew that I had come
close to dropping my drawers and climbing aboard that cook's
very erect express train. I was about to go for a ride that I
would've never forgotten and would've have to remember for the
rest of my life."
******
"Damn it, she's suppose to have enough sense left to be able to
pretend that she's really the Earth woman. You've turned her
into a fucking idiot that can't even do something as simple as
stick her hands up her own ass."
Moesia was sitting in a chair looking straight ahead with a very
unfocused dazed look in her eyes. Her mouth hung partially
open as if she wanted to catch some flies. Her body was very
slack in the chair and would've fallen out of the chair except for
the pillows bracing her into a semi-upright position.
The doctor cowed behind his table, whimpering out excuses
"But you pushed me to hurry her. I told you that it was too
strong of a dose to give her, but you demanded unreasonable
shortcuts. It's all your fault that we scrambled her brains and
turned her permanently into a zombie."
Tixar slapped the woman's dull looking face as if the slap could
knock some sense back into her scrambled mind, but it did
little more than relieve some of the frustration that the young
Counselor was experiencing at this unexpected failure. Her
head remained tilted at the unnatural angle but there wasn't
any change to her dazed expression. For all practical purposes,
she was dead except that she was still breathing.
Pushing her head back into a more normal upright position, the
angry young man grimaced through clinched teeth "My
beautiful plan is blown all to hell. I was going to use Moesia's
modified appearance to trick Gordon into trying to rescue
Moesia because he would think that she was the real Dale
Arden. If he succeeded in rescuing her and escaped with my
clone, then nothing was lost. We would still have the real Arden
to bait him back again. If he failed, then we would have
captured him. I was going to give Ming a gift of the captured
Gordon and the brainwashed Moesia. Ming would have two
beautiful bimbo-brained Arden's as his playtoys as well as
Gordon. I would become the most powerful man on the
planet..besides Ming. Now my choice's are limited. Moesia's
nothing but a mental rag doll."
"We can still use her to try to capture Gordon."
Spinning to face the scared doctor, the angry Counselor yelled
"If that fails, one of us is immediately dead. And it won't be me."
*****
"I gave him a strong sedative and taped a time delay needle to
his arm. He's sleeping like a baby so I removed the handcuffs
because I couldn't strap him down and keep him handcuffed
also. There's enough proxoizibide in the time-delay-injection
needle to keep him asleep for a good three days. Will you be
able to find Dale and get all three of us back to the ship in that
time?", asked Doctor Zarkov as he sat down in the passenger
seat beside Dale.
The young woman's solemn face was staring at the instrument
panel as she made last minute corrections. She answered "The
Sharkmen will be expecting us to land in the wilderness but I'm
going to fool them. I'm going to come in hard and fast so that I
get by their tracking sensors, then I'm going to land at the base
of the cliffs. They'll never expect us to land that close to the
fortress. Ten minutes after we land, we should be in the castle
and looking for Dale. I suspect that Ming will be keeping her in
his Throne Room. I'll go grab her while you go to your old lab
and get the Murp. We'll need that alien equipment to restore
Dale and myself to normalcy. In less than four hours from
landing, we should be blasting off, headed back to Earth."
The doctor pulled his pipe out of a pocket and placed it in his
mouth, sucking on the unlit pipe to get some of the faint
tobacco aroma into his mouth. Clinching the pipe between his
teeth, he stared at the instrument panel, then muttered "My
lord, the speed indicator must be busted. We can't be going that
fast."
Dale's pretty face smiled momentary before becoming dead
serious again "No, it's right. I know that Ming's sensors can
detect us way out in space and predict when we'll land. While
you were examining your patient, I increased power to the rear
booster, increasing our speed by a factor of four. We'll enter the
planet's atmosphere in little over an hour..seven hours ahead
of schedule."
"BUT...that means that we won't have time to get rid of our
excess speed and we will come in too fast. Won't we burn up
because of the heat?"
"It's going to be a little hot in here, but we'll survive it. I'm more
worried about the landing than the heat. It's going to be a little
rough."
*******
"...so you see, when the Earthlings break into here to try to
rescue the woman, they won't recognize that it's not the real
woman. We'll have the real Arden safely hidden away and let
them spend their energy trying to rescue my clone. Then we'll
capture them."
A mischievous smile was on Ming's cruel face as he stared at
the soulless clone of Dale Arden in the wheelchair at the base of
his throne. The obviously scared doctor was holding her limp
head up straight as Tixar pointed out how much the surgically
modified woman resembled the unconscious real Earth woman
who floated nearby on her cloud. Rubbing a long fingernail
against his cheek as he compared their striking similar
appearances, the evil Emperor cackled "It's a plan good enough
to warrant forgiving you for your past mistakes. You have my
permission to put your..woman in my beautiful goddess's
place of honor. I'm interested in seeing what you do next to
capture Gordon now."
******
Doctor Zarkov was staring at Dale Arden's naked body. It was
getting close to the time that the transformation back into
Flash's male body was supposed to occur and also very close to
the time that they would be entering the planet's atmosphere.
Dale was naked because she was changing back into the larger
male uniform so that when the transformation occurred, she
would be dressed in clothes that fit the larger male body. She
was doing it beside the pilot's chair because they were so close
to the planet that she couldn't risk being too far away from the
controls.
A small yellow light began blinking on the console. Dropping the
large male trousers that she was getting ready to slip into, the
naked woman slipped back into the pilot's seat. She pressed the
button beneath the yellow light as she muttered "Incoming
message from one of our vessels. Who the hell knows our
frequency and is far enough out in space to be within radio
range of us."
"This is Radio Operator Wilson. SCRAWKKKKKK"
The loud static burst caused both occupants to flinch from the
ear bursting scratchy sound. Dale adjusted a button and the
loudspeaker continued its mission "SCRAWKKKK Repeat. This
SCRAWKKKKKK is Radio Operator Wilson broadcasting
SCRAWKKKKK for Captain Browning to Flash SCRAWKKKKK
Gordon. Captain Browning sends his regards and advises
SCRAWKKKKKKKKK that he is leading a Ranger Team to Mongo
to SCRAWKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK provide assistance as
you battle Ming. SCRAWKKKKKKK Browning recommends
SCRAWKKKKKK standing by until we get SCRAWKKKKKK
within striking range in a SCRAWKKKKKK estimated seventy-
two hours. Do SCRAWKKKKK you hear us? Please
SCRAWKKKKK respond."
Glancing at the instrument panel, she declared "We're too far
along on our committed path toward our target. We're minutes
from entering the planet's atmosphere and can't change our
trajectory in time to miss the planet."
She reached toward the panel to press the broadcast button but
an unexpected loud rumbling began vibrating throughout the
small rocket and the front window turned unexpectedly bright
orange from the heat generated by the atmosphere slowing the
rocket down. Sitting back down into the pilot's chair quickly
and reaching for the seatbelts, she yelled at the Doctor "Too late
to do a damn thing except to try to ride it out. We're already
within the edges of the atmosphere and almost out of control.
Hold on because it's going to be a rough trip for the next thirty
seconds until the atmosphere slows us down."
Her warning came too late because Zarkov had already bounced
out of his passenger seat and was holding onto the armrest as
his body bounced up and down from the turbulence. The pipe
flew from his mouth as he concentrated on holding onto the
securely mounted passenger seat and he ignored the pain from
his body bouncing against the floor, instrument panel and
sometimes ceiling.
Just as quickly as it started, the rumbling ceased and the
bright orange from the flames engulfing the rocket disappeared
as the rocket slowed down from the pressure of the atmosphere.
Zarkov fell heavily from an upside-down position over his chair
and crumpled onto the floor.
Dale's body had a bright red welt across her chest from the one
seatbelt that she had been able to barely secure in time.
Ignoring the pain and discomfort, she grabbed the controls and
began a reversing rocket action to slow the ship down to landing
speed as it continued a bullet-like trajectory straight toward
Mongo's planet surface. For several long seconds, she fought
the controls, then she felt the slightest change as the rocket
began to respond and change it's direct approach to a more
conventional landing approach.
She didn't take her eyes from the instrument panel as she
calmly declared "Left Rudder is stuck. Probably fused from the
heat but that can be repaired after we land. It's going to be a
hard landing but we're going to land exactly where we wanted to
land. Hold on."
Zarkov's unconscious body began sliding along the floor back
toward the bathroom but she didn't have time to go help her
obviously senseless friend. She held the control stick tightly and
made the minor course changes as the rocket fell like a
plunging rock straight toward the planet's surface. She knew
that she was coming in too damned fast but she kept putting all
of her relative feeble strength and skill into adjusting the
rocket's angle so that she would land like a rock skipping
across water - a couple of bounces across the surface then a
soft landing. SHE HOPED!
The first bounce jarred her hands loose from the controls and
she felt tremendous pain as the single seatbelt across her chest
mashed the left breast completely flat. Struggling against the
pain and turbulence, she grabbed the control and held on with
her limited strength as the rocket bounced again. This time the
bounce wasn't as bad but the loss of response from the controls
told her that the rocket had some outside damage that must be
repaired before they used it again. Four minor bounces against
the planet's surface later, the rocket finally slowed to a complete
stop - less than two hundred feet before it would've crashed
headlong into the cliffs.
Unbuckling her seat belt, she rubbed the tender breast as she
eased gingerly out of the chair. She was all right but feeling
dazed from the crash. Stumbling like a drunken naked woman,
she eased back toward the back of the rocket cargo hold area
where Zarkov's body had drifted. As she went by the bunk, a
gasping breath from the bunk reminded her of their drugged
passenger.
Glancing at him, she saw that he had moved within the straps
so that the upper strap was around his neck instead of his
chest. Hurley's face was red and he was staring at her as he
fought the sleeping drugs in his system. She knew that he could
die if that strap around his neck stopped his air supply, so she
leaned over him and unbuckled the upper strap.
She never saw his fist but she felt it as his hard hand
powerfully crashed into the side of her too-close face. She fell
unconscious on top of him.
The hand that he had used to hit her with, now pushed against
her body and pushed her dead weight off of him and onto the
hard floor. Then his hand fumbled with the other straps
restraining his body to the cot. Ripping himself loose, he sat up
on the bunk as he undid the rest of the straps holding him. The
only sounds in the cabin were from his ragged breathing as he
worked to free himself and as he grunted "Fucking bitch. You
can't screw over me just because I'm a cook and you're a
fucking officer and world famous explorer. You think that I'm
not good enough for you, do you? Well, I'll show you two that
you can't fuck with me."
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