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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 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."
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