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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 7 - Wilson to the rescue

"Come on, Dale. You've got to wake up. Snap out of it."

Zarkov shook the unconscious woman's head as he talked to 
her. There wasn't any response from her which was what he 
expected. Restoring her to being normal again, was beyond the 
capabilities of the Murf. Or beyond the capabilities of the 
unaided Murf. There was one thing that he hadn't tested yet, 
but that involved putting someone else's life into danger. He 
could transfer someone else's life force into her. And he risked 
creating a hybrid person just as the hybrid Flash/Dale had 
been created.

The door opened and six guards marched in. One of the guards 
commanded "Your presence is requested in the Throne Room. 
Come."

Surrounded by six armed Sharkmen, Zarkov allowed himself to 
be marched to the Throne Room. Ming was sitting in his throne 
and the two newest members of his harem were sitting in the 
positions of honor at his feet. The two women who looked 
exactly alike, were each marked with a small tattoo on their 
breasts which signified them as being Ming's personal property. 
>From twenty feet away, Zarkov could tell which one was 
Ambrosia and which one was Moesia by their slightly different 
posture. The more confident one was Ambrosia.

Seeing the brainwashed former Flash Gordon sitting there so 
peacefully at her master's ankles, he found it hard to believe 
that only yesterday, he had seen those same perfect lips coated 
with Ming's cum. He remembered how the guards had held him 
while she pulled her head back a few inches from Ming's 
throbbing cock and shot the evil Emperor's cum at her mouth 
as if it was a game. She let some of his spurting liquid spatter 
on her lips and drip down her chin onto her perfect breasts. 
Seeing that depravity had hurt him, but what really hurt him 
was when moments after the blow job, she offered to kiss him 
when her lips were still glistening with Ming's cum. The offer 
hadn't hurt, nor the fact that she gave their arch enemy a blow 
job. What really hurt him at that moment was that he really 
wanted her to kiss him- Ming's cum and all.

Ming's voice shook Zarkov back to the present time "My radio 
operators identified something that could be a rocket coming 
from Earth four days ago. When we concentrated our antennas 
on that area of space, the signal disappeared. Since then, we've 
seen nothing but a couple of asteroids in that area. Are there 
any other rockets following you?"

Holding his head high, Doctor Zarkov answered "If I knew, why 
should I tell you? And if for some stupid damn reason I told you 
that a rocket full of Rangers was following us, would you believe 
me? Hell no. I'm not telling you a damn thing and I refuse to try 
to restore life to Dale just so that she can join your other two 
cunts at the foot of your fucking Throne."

There was absolute silence in the room full of guards and 
counselors. Normally it was quiet anyway but you could usually 
hear small noises such as men breathing or the slight crinkling 
of clothes. The room was silent and the only breathing that 
could be heard, came from Ming and Zarkov.

Ming raised his hand and used the long fingernail to scratch the 
corner of his lip. It was something that everyone permitted into 
the Throne Room was familiar with - a nervous gesture that 
showed when Ming was getting angry. Staring at the Earth 
doctor who dared to curse him in front of his people, Ming 
snapped his fingers. A guard standing next to a door, opened 
the door, revealing a bound Tixar. Two guards grabbed the 
helpless former Counselor and dragged him to the center of the 
room in front of the Throne.

Ming pointed his 'finger of death' at the bound man "Tixar failed 
me once too often a couple of days ago. I was angry with him 
and was going to spare his life. It would've been a simple 
punishment..just the loss of his little finger to remind him to 
not fail me again. But he chose to run. That really displeased 
me. So when he was found hiding in the sewers like a rat, I had 
him brought here to show the others that they mustn't fail me. I 
was going to let you watch Tixar's execution and I just asked 
you a question from which I expected a simple yes or no 
answer. But then you cursed me. So what do I do now? Let you 
get by questioning my authority? No, then someone else would 
try. I prefer to nip all insurrection in the bud. If you weren't 
someone who I highly respect for your technical skill, you would 
already be dead. If you apologize and I accept your apology, it 
still shows weakness on my part. So I must punish you even 
though I regrettably still need your technical skill. What would 
be an appropriate punishment for you, my former friend?"

"A boon sire. Give your poor servant a chance to redeem myself. 
I know the appropriate punishment.", gasped the scared Tixar.

The guard slapped the bound former Counselor for talking to 
the Master without permission. Ming waited until the 
punishment was doled out then granted permission "Tixar, you 
could've been one of my best Counselors, but you took too 
much for granted. I can't trust you anymore. I don't know why 
but sometimes I feel that this planet isn't big enough for both of 
us. But I'm willing to listen to your last few final words of advice 
to me. What punishment would you recommend for the good 
doctor?"

The bound man spoke in a whimpering voice "Master, please 
forgive me. If I acted too recklessly, it was because I wanted to 
serve you as no other man has ever served you. I recommend 
that you consider a punishment for Doctor Zarkov that won't 
damage his mind but will make him understand what it means 
to cross you. I recommend the Xynobic Transfer."

Ming laughed "Xynobic Transfer. It's been awhile since we did 
that to anyone that wasn't a Sharkman. But you're right. That 
would be a suitable punishment and won't harm him. It will 
probably make him a more compliant and productive member of 
our society. I've been cutting off hands and heads for so long 
that I forgot that there are other ways to punish wayward souls. 
Doctor Zarkov, as punishment, you're sentenced to a half 
Xynobic Transfer and Tixar, you've earned a chance to redeem 
yourself because of your advice. Instead of everyone watching 
your death today, you are sentenced to a full Xynobic Transfer. 
What do you have to say to that good news?"

Tixar's voice cracked as he gasped "I look forward to the chance 
to serve my Master any way that I can and thank you for giving 
me another chance."

The guards moved forward to stand beside Zarkov as he yelled 
"WHAT'S THIS FUCKING XYNOBIC CRAP?"

Ming clapped his hands to dismiss the prisoners, but he had a 
smile on his face as he answered the Earthling's question "You'll 
find out soon enough. I'll be by to visit you in your lab tomorrow 
when you should be back to work."

******

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHEN YOU SAY THAT WE LANDED 
THREE HUNDRED MILES FROM MING'S CASTLE?"

A very nervous Wilson stared at the maps in front of him, 
ignoring the angry Captain leaning over him, and backed up by 
five burly Rangers armed to the teeth. Pointing at the map, 
Wilson explained "It's normal when entering a planet's 
atmosphere that you're not familiar with, to do a Zydian Trace 
to get your bearings, but you refused to let me do one because 
you didn't want anyone to accidentally see us. So I had to take 
a quick site shot at a visible landmark and translate that to the 
map. I shot a mountain peak and incorrectly laid it out on the 
map. Then I plotted a course based upon where I thought we 
were. It wasn't until we were one hundred feet from our landing 
target that I began to suspect that something was wrong. We're 
almost three hundred miles off target."

The Captain threw his Black Beret onto the table as his 
normally high pitched voice became so high that it was almost a 
shriek "THREE HUNDRED MILES? Now we've really stuck. Do 
we march three hundred miles or risk another takeoff/landing. 
Tell me, MISTER PILOT, what do you recommend?"

The quaking in Wilson's voice wasn't from being scared but was 
from letting his Captain down. His voice quaked as he answered 
"If we take off in less than thirty-six hours, there is a good 
chance that they'll discover us because of sonar reflections from 
their moon. If we take off after the moon is on the other side of 
Mongo, then we shouldn't be detected."

The Captain sat down as if he unexpectedly became very weary. 
His voice dropped to a low whisper as he decided "It's too far to 
traverse overland without being noticed. We have to wait until 
the moon goes down. Well, it looks like I'm to have a new entry 
in my log that I'm going to call 'Wilson to the rescue'. Everyone 
stand down and rest for the next thirty-six hours.

******

There was a strong metallic taste in Zarkov's mouth when he 
woke up. A taste reminiscent of copper pennies. As he stretched 
his neck on the pillow and shook off some of the cobwebs 
holding his eyes shut, he suddenly remembered the events 
leading up to his sleep. He had been dragged to a doctor's 
quarters by the guards and injected with something that 
knocked him out. He didn't remember anything after that.

Pulling his hands out from under the sheets, he stared at his 
fingers making sure that he had all ten fingers. This government 
liked to chop off fingers too easily. As soon as he saw that he 
had all ten fingers, he breathed a little easier. Turning his head, 
he saw that he was in the same doctor's quarters where the 
guards had brought him. He was in a small patient's bedroom 
with only a bed, a doctor's examining stool and a wall mounted 
mirror. In the mirror, he could see his face which looked 
normal.

Relaxing on the pillow and staring at the ceiling, he kept 
repeating to himself "I must remember to keep my mouth shut 
before I get in trouble someday. What the hell is a Xynobic 
Transfer? I must remember to keep my mouth shut. What the 
hell is a Xynobic Transfer?"

After several seconds, he decided that maybe it was just a big 
joke to scare him into acting normally. Sort of like a 
punishment placebo. Yeah, that's what an Xynobic Transfer 
was. A pretend punishment to scare him. If he screwed up 
again, he would be given a real punishment - a finger cut off or 
something equally bad.

Laughing to himself about how worried he had become over 
nothing, he decided it was time to get dressed and get out of 
there. He pushed the covers back and started to sit up. Then 
something moved across his chest which startled him so much 
that he fell back onto the mattress as his hands grabbed the 
moving object. He used to have a pet cat that liked to sleep on 
his belly and the movement under his hospital gown felt like a 
huge animal rolling across his chest. He tightly clasped 
whatever was moving around on his chest but his mind was 
overwhelmed with too many confusing sensations. There was 
something on his chest, but it wasn't an animal. And it felt as if 
he was grabbing his own flesh when he squeezed the moving 
objects.

Letting go of the strange things on his chest, he grabbed the top 
of the hospital gown and ripped it open to the waist, revealing a 
large set of very real looking female boobs sticking up 
prominently from his chest. BOOBS!!!!!!!

Grabbing the boobs, he pushed himself out of the bed and onto 
his feet, feeling and watching the boobs jiggle as he moved. 
Ripping the gown even more as he stumbled toward the mirror, 
he pushed the remains of the gown away from his body as he 
stared at his naked body in the mirror. The large female breasts 
were the only physical changes - BUT THAT CHANGE WAS TOO 
FUCKING MUCH. Somehow while he slept, large tits had been 
grafted onto his body. 

Lifting and tugging on the new mammaries as he examined 
them in the mirror, he quickly came to the conclusion that 
something was injected into him causing his normal flat chest 
to expand into a woman's large chest because there wasn't any 
evidence of any surgical procedures. He recognized that because 
of his already normally large fifty inch chest that the boobs 
must be at least a 60-65 DDD cup size.

He was busy with his self examination and didn't hear the door 
open. The Mongoian doctor's words shocked him as he spun to 
face the man who Zarkov knew did this horrible body mutilation 
to him "Xynobic Transfer is something that we usually reserve 
for Sharkmen who need to be punished. If a warrior screws up, 
there's nothing worse than being turned into a woman and sent 
back to be fucked by your former buddies. Instead of a dead 
man, the former warrior becomes a willing cunt who lives only 
to pleasure his former buddies. You're lucky because Ming 
limited your punishment to just half of a Xynobic Transfer 
punishment. I just left Tixar who got the whole treatment. Not 
only did we give him breasts, but we also removed his male 
organs and gave him a very itchy vaginal. The completely 
functional vagina is the worst part of the punishment. It doesn't 
quit itching until it's heavily coated with male sperm so a dildo 
won't provide him much relief. Tixar is a couple of rooms away 
and trying to find some way to get his new vaginal to quit 
itching. Usually, it takes a new convert only about three to four 
hours until they give up and go looking for relief.. in the 
Sharkman's barracks. After all, who else would fuck an ugly 
man with tits and a pussy but an always horny military man. 
You're a little bit lucky because your new tits will make you 
horny a lot but you won't have the constant and very 
uncomfortable insatiable itch that a very horny Tixar is fighting 
right now. If you get sex once a day, you'll be all right for most 
of the day. You'll quickly discover that if your lover sucks and 
plays with your boobs that you'll feel more relaxed afterwards. 
But if you don't have sex at least once a day, you'll find that 
you'll have difficulty thinking about anything else until you 
have sex. In addition to the desire to have sex, you'll eventually 
find that you're more docile and enjoy having a wider...shall I 
say..range of sexual partners."

"My god, you've turned me into a whore.", gasped Zarkov as he 
stared at the huge set of tits.

"No, Tixar is a whore. You're just someone that now will work 
willingly for us or we'll withhold your reward. With all the new 
hormones flowing through your body, you'll be begging some 
man to fuck you in less than twenty-four hours. After 
that..well, you'll be paid for doing the work that our Emperor 
wants you to do. And if you somehow hold out or resist, you 
should take a good look at Tixar and know what punishment is 
next for you." 

******

"Come girls, I want to show you something."

Ambrosia and Moesia followed their master down the halls. 
Because they looked so much alike and were so beautiful, Ming 
forbade them to wear anything that hid their perfect bodies. He 
liked showing them off, knowing that everyone else desired 
them also but knew better than to touch his women. They 
looked almost exactly alike but he had been around them long 
enough to be able to see minor physical differences and there 
were definitely some mental differences. Moesia was still slightly 
slow and sometimes awkward moving, while Ambrosia oozed 
self-confidence and sex.

They followed close behind his swirling long cape, following him 
to the lab. A Sharkman guard opened the door and Ming 
entered the large room, closely followed by the two beautiful 
naked women. Doctor Zarkov was working on the Murf at his 
table beside the still unconscious body of the real Dale Arden.

Ming played a game that he liked to play, which was to ask 
questions that he already knew the answer to the question. 
Smiling at the Doctor, Ming asked "Doctor, it's good to see you 
at work on your project for me. You appear rested. How was 
your night?"

Putting his screwdriver down, the Doctor responded in a quiet 
voice "I managed to get some sleep."

"Doctor, my young ladies are interested in the Xynobic Transfer. 
Why don't you stand up and come over here so they can see the 
physical effects."

Slowly the bearded middle-aged man stood up. The tightness of 
the lab coat around his chest revealed the obvious major 
change to his physical appearance. He walked around the table 
and stood a few feet in front of Ming.

Ming tapped his own chest as if he just noticed the obvious 
breasts on the unusually quiet doctor. "Why Doctor Zarkov, do 
my eyes deceive me or are those real breasts underneath your 
shirt? They're so big. How could that happen to such a virile 
man as you? Oh, I know. You've always been a 'boob man' to 
quote you, so you decided to get your own set of boobs. Now 
you can look at boobs all day long. Let me see what you look 
like now."

Zarkov unfastened the belt around the lab coat and removed it, 
letting it drop to the ground. He had been warned by the 
Mongoian Doctor as he was leaving the clinic that he should 
expect and readily comply with a visual inspection request from 
the Emperor. So Zarkov knew that he had to do it or face worse 
consequences.

He pulled his tunic off, exposing the large bra that he had to 
wear now to support the very sensitive large breasts as he 
stared at Ming's smug face. Ming 'ooed' and 'awed' for a few 
seconds as he examined the large lacy bra that the Mongoian 
Doctor had given Zarkov to wear. Ming used a simple finger 
point signal to indicate that further undress was required. 
Reaching behind his back, Zarkov found the bra's snap and 
released the bra as if it was something that he had been doing 
all of his life. The rush of cool air and the unbound relief caused 
the new mammaries to itch slightly but he ignored the desire to 
scratch them because he didn't want to do anything that would 
amuse the fucking asshole that ordered the Xynobic Transfer to 
punish him.

Ming didn't look at Zarkov but instead looked at the two women 
who were seeing the results of the punishment for the first time. 
After all, it's not every day that you see a middle-aged, bearded, 
almost bald man with size 65-DDD breasts that were as firm as 
a twenty year old woman's breasts.

Stepping forward and pointing at Zarkov's new breasts as if he 
was pointing out cities on a map, Ming explained "Our good 
doctor was given an injection that caused him to grow the 
breasts that he would've probably had, if he had been born a 
woman instead of a man. As you can see, our good doctor 
would've made a good mother with these very large tits for her 
babies to suck on. Why goodness, I just noticed that you have a 
hickey on one of your breasts, my good doctor. Does that mean 
that you've already got a lover? So Soon?"

"You know that someone was waiting for me in my bed when 
the guards brought me back to my quarters last night. I had no 
choice but..to sleep with him."

Feigning surprise, Ming asked "No kidding. A man in your bed. 
Waiting for you. And you have hickeys to show that you've lost 
your virginity. Who was it that...shared your bed?"

Zarkov clinched his teeth "Corporal Hurley."

"Oh, you mean Captain Hurley. Remember that I made him an 
officer in my Sharkmen army because of the many ways that 
he's supported some of my projects. Tell me, is he still 
experiencing the side effects of just coming off those damn 
erection-inhibitor pills? I understand that for several weeks 
after quitting those erection-inhibitor pills, that most men are 
horny enough to fuck just about anything. Did he try to stick 
his cock into your virgin orifices?"

"He...he slept in my bed last night."

"Oh. I see. Well, I don't like to get into the private details of 
other people's love affairs so I won't ask you to tell me the 
raunchy details but looking at what appears to still be red 
splotches on your breasts, it looks like he spent some time 
sucking on your new tits. Did you enjoy it?"

"NO."

"Why Doctor Zarkov. Are you raising your voice to me? And are 
you lying to me? Do you want to hear about some of the ways 
that I can punish people?"

Zarkov gritted his teeth and through clinched lips replied "I 
discovered that I enjoyed the sex with Hurley last night after I 
got over some of the awkwardness."

A cruel smile formed on Ming's face "I thought so. Your new 
breasts and modified hormones will quickly make several 
changes to your personality over time. I wouldn't be surprised 
to see you hanging around some of the bars picking up men in 
a couple of months. You'll have to dress a little sexier because 
just having nice boobs doesn't mean that you'll get laid every 
night. I see that you're very calm and relaxed this morning 
which pleases me very much. I would hate to do anything 
further to 'calm you down' some more. Did you see Tixar this 
morning as I instructed?"

"Yes, I was escorted to the barracks where I watched Tixar 
service two soldiers at the same time."

"I understand that after a couple of hours of fighting his 'itch', 
he took on a total of thirteen horny soldiers before he finally 
curled up and went to sleep. Since he woke up this morning, 
he's already proven that he's going to be one of our more 
aggressive 'Transfers'. Well Doctor, I need to go back to my 
quarters and play with my two little twins. When do you think 
that I'll be able to play with my three little triplets?"

A tear eased down the bearded man's cheek as he meekly 
answered "I'm working on it as diligently as I can."

A cruel smile flashed across Ming's evil countenance "I know 
you are. And that's why Hurley will be waiting in your bed every 
night. Thanks to your government's mandatory erection-
inhibitor pills, he's serving me just as you are."

Turning slightly to face the more confident looking Arden clone, 
Ming's voice softened as he continued "And since my two new 
playmates have arrived, my sex life has never been more 
wonderful. Your former friend is going to serve me for a very 
long time."


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