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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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