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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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