PLANET OF DESIRE II
                              THE SPERM WARS

				Chapter Ten
			  "Use Only as Directed"

     Ivan raced for the door.  His body ached from the days of exercise,
with the horrible climb up the mountain to the pass.  His ass still bled a
little from Jethro's rough fuck, but it would heal.  He forced his body
into action, and made for the village.  It was an hour's walk and Ivan made
the journey in quarter that time by running.  He made it to the village
square and saw the people had gathered.
     He had seen this sight before when new ships arrived, but never in
these numbers.  Over two hundred Marines, all wearing their green fatigues,
unchanged for well over a thousand years (Al had explained it was a
tradition of the Marines and besides, very practical clothing), were lying
about the village square.  Every Marine had a villager, mostly Hindu but
over a third other of the human races, in the process of servicing his
needs.  All around Ivan, Marines were fucking villagers and other Marines,
Marines were getting sucked off, Marines were kneeling in the dirt and
slurping away, Marines were shooting their come wads into the air, onto
themselves, onto their partners, onto each other, until the very air was
filled with the salty smell of jism.
     Ivan knew that it was kinder to their bodies this way, and wished he
and David had had their help.  A few hours of nonstop sex would make the
transition so much smoother, much less the roller-coaster ride of passion
he had undergone his first days here.  And arriving from the opposite
direction was the delegation from the Temple of Children with their supply
of grunkels, four men guiding a horde of twenty or more of the green and
orange beasts that were now beginning to caper and dance as the smell of
uninitiated humans filled their nostrils.  Ivan knew that Connobar was
about to get a new influx of sperm supplied by a veritable horde of
grunkels.
     In this bedlam of an orgy, Ivan despaired of getting anyone's
attention.  But how far away was the Connobaran army?  If he was the
Council, he would have sent the men into the valley as soon as Ivan left.
He had to assume that there was no time.
     Fortunately the village had a central gong, to be rang in the event of
an emergency.  The penalty for misusing it was severe, but it was his only
hope of getting everyone's attention.
     Ivan reached the gong and picked up the heavy metal clapper, like an
enormous nail.  He looked at the crowd, at the grunkels making their way to
the men, the villagers giving way.  Ivan saw David in the crowd, getting up
from his ministrations to the hard cock of a brown-haired muscular Marine
as a grunkel nosed in beside him.  Ivan looked about for Al, but couldn't
find him in the crowd.
     No choice about it.  Ivan swung the clapper as hard as he could and
the gong gave out with a mournful "BRON-N-N-N!"
     Ivan swung twice again.  BRON-NNN!  BRON-N-N-N!"
     All eyes were now upon him.  "My friends and neighbors, we are in
great danger!" he began.  "The men who live in the valley to the north of
us are planning an invasion of our valley.  They intend to turn us all into
their slaves!  We must take action now if we are going to prevent this!"
     It sounded preposterous, and Ivan knew it.  He lowered his voice and
explained first his mission to the valley and then to what he had found
there.  He included the fact that the alien who had brought them all here
appeared to be in league with these men, but had told him of a way to fight
the invaders off without killing them.
     "What way is that?" came a voice.
     Ivan said, "The Connobarans have spies here in our valley, at least
seven men pretending to be natives, so I cannot tell you publicly.  But if
each village or group will select a representative, someone who will be
well-known to the other groups, and come to my farm, I will show them both
the weapon and how it can be used.
     He looked around.  "Grahr, I know you as a Slan and a good friend.
Will your people help us in this fight?"
     "A fight without killing?" Grahr said.  "I do not understand."
     "The Connobarans are ruled by the One Inside." Ivan said.  "They call
him Stepwith, and call him their leader.  He has ordered the Connobarans
not to kill us, and besides, they need us alive, all of us if they can
manage it.  The Connobarans don't have our constalasers, but they have
numbers and ample weapons of their own, and more importantly, they have
numbers.  If this becomes a blood-bath, we will all be the losers.
Besides, if we start killing each other, who knows what the One Inside will
do about it."  Ivan knew he had scored points, everyone knew by now what
Ivan had learned that fateful day ten years before about why they had been
brought here.  "We have been given a weapon by the One Inside.  We have to
figure out how to use it to our best advantage, but we have a chance."
     Then the arguments began.  Over twelve human groups were present, not
counting the newly-arrived Marines.  Which made for about twelve different
opinions.
     Ivan let it go on for nearly an hour, and finally said, "We don't have
much time.  Can I at least get a representative from each of your groups to
come with me to the farm?  I left a Connobaran captive back there with only
a young man to guard him.  I must return now, no matter what your choice
is.  Who will come with me?"
     Forcing the issue, Ivan got seven men and Grahr to come with him.  The
Hindu village elder refused, as did a few other groups, but there was the
current Mayor Thesian of Marine, Father Vincent Deladier from the Temple of
Children, Grahr for the Slan, Colonel Slayton of the new Marine arrivals,
still reeling after being serviced by the grunkels still making free with
his men, and perhaps most importantly, Telar of the Turtle-men.  The
Turtle-men were the men who lived near the Mountain of the Angels, and who
were in constant contact with the capricious and powerful Angels.  If Telar
was convinced and could get a few of the Angels to lend a hand, they would
have a great advantage in the coming battle, airborne scouts and aerial
assault against the Connobarans.
     Al grabbed Ivan as soon as he stepped away from the gong, giving Ivan
a huge kiss and whispering a suggestion in Ivan's ear that gave Ivan an
immediate and rather public erection.  David and Lukas were with him,
Pavel, and James bringing up Mikhail and the two babies, who they had been
caring for over in the village communal nursery.  Ivan and his numerous
group made his way home in his family's farm wagon, powered by being pulled
by one of the planet's "cows".
     Ivan sat between Al and Colonel Slayton, a handsome man in his early
forties, with graying temples and a firm body.  Colonel Slayton still
seemed rather bemused at their current situation.  "You mean to say that
there is no way to avoid having sex every day?" he asked after a time.
     Ivan could commiserate with him.  "Every day, sir.  More like four or
five times a day."  Al had his arm around Ivan and Ivan felt Al's other
hand at his groin.  Ivan returned the favor.  "You have to realize, sir,
that the pink mist that pervades this planet is inescapable.  Not only is
it all over the place, but it has been placed here deliberately and
intelligently.  We are all, like it or not, the experimental animals of a
very powerful alien.  We call him the One Inside, the Connobarans call him
Stepwith.  Call him what you want, he brought us all here and prevent us
from leaving."  Ivan told of the Mad Commander who had tried to cut off a
peninsula in order to spare his men from the mist.  "Soon as the trench was
completed and filled with water, the land erupted, vents spewed pink mist
all over the encampment.  Tell him, Mayor Thesian."
     Mayor Thesian, once a Marine medical officer with the title of Major,
was sitting on Colonel Slayton's other side.  "It's true." he said.  "I had
to patch more ravaged Marine buttholes that day than I had to since, well,
today."  Colonel Slayton flushed, he had been one of Mayor Thesian's
patients, Ivan knew.  And Mayor Thesian had probably accepted his usual fee
under such conditions. [See "Planet of Desire", Chapter 21] "You can't
escape the pink mist.  You can only live under it as well as you can.  And
with the Temple of Children, we can have families of a sort.  Like it or
not, we're a colony now, and you're all now members of the colony.  My
village will be happy to put you and your men up and help you get started.
Our little island home is big enough, and quite comfortable."
     Ivan had Al's cock in his hand now and felt the heat rising from it.
To hell with dignity at the moment, this was a long ride home and he didn't
want to wait to make love to his husband any longer.  He shucked off his
uniform and lay down between the feet of the men in the wagon.  He looked
up to grinning faces as Al climbed on top of him.  As Al's thick cock
plunged into Ivan's ass, Ivan sighed happily.  He hadn't realized how much
he had missed this particular bit of ass-banging until he had had to go
without it for a time.  As the wagon wended its way home, Ivan got fucked
by Al non-stop.  Grahr sat on Ivan's chest for a time and Ivan alternately
sucked on one after the other of Grahr's four cocks until all four of them
erupted all over him.  Colonel Slayton seemed shocked, but Ivan noticed,
from the corner of his eye, when he and Major Thesian took to jerking each
other off.  After Grahr was finished, his son Pavel slipped down to take
Grahr's place, crawling down to suck his father while Ivan sucked him, and
James took advantage of the free-for-all to give Al a taste of his own
medicine.  Al just grunted from the youthful fuck and when James shot his
wad, Al managed a second load of his own into Ivan's ass.  A few moments
later, Ivan and Pavel shot at the same time, and Al joked, "Like father,
like son!"
     Ivan ended the ride covered with jism from his family and riders, and
felt quite jovial as they entered the farmhouse.  He wasn't prepared for
the sight that greeted him when he got inside.
     Jethro had been untied, but he wasn't escaping.  Fortin was on the
floor, being fucked by Jethro.  Jethro was still wearing his uniform, but
it was come-stained and filthy.  The pistol lay disregarded on the floor
near the kitchen door, Ivan snatched it up.  The room showed signs of a
struggle.
     Fortin looked up.  "Help me, Daddy!" he begged of Lukas.
     "Is this the captive you brought back?" asked Grahr as Lukas went in
to aid his son.  Jethro didn't seem to care about the men entering the
room, didn't even look up.  His eyes again had that glazed look as he
pounded Fortin's ass.  Ivan looked and saw that three of the pepper pods
had been crushed, lying in pieces nearby.
     "My God, Fortin, what happened?" Ivan asked.
     Lukas pulled Jethro off of Fortin, and Jethro looked, promptly began
to go after Lukas.
     Fortin struggled to his feet.  "He got loose." he snuffled.  "Asked me
for a drink of water, and I didn't know he had gotten free, so I got up to
get it.  He attacked me and knocked the gun away.  I couldn't reach it, but
the peppers were in the bowl right there.  I just grabbed them and crushed
them at his face.  You told me not to let him get away and I thought that
if he got horny and then passed out, I could tie him up again."
     "You did right." Ivan said quickly.  Fortin was too young to be blamed
for being fooled.  "Best thing to do under the circumstances."
     "Maybe." Fortin said, rubbing his ass.  "But now the guy can't stop
fucking.  He doesn't pass out when he comes, but he doesn't stop fucking,
either.  He's been fucking my ass for the past few hours.  Uncle Ivan, I
think the peppers did something to his mind."  Fortin stepped and then
moaned, "Oh, my poor ass!"
     Lukas was struggling with Jethro, and David came over to help him.
Always the guy who knew the right thing to do, David stepped over, knelt
down, and gulped Jethro's cock down.  Jethro immediately stopped fighting,
grabbing David's head and fucking David's face.  A bit later, Jethro
grunted, and David choked, swallowed the load of jism.  Ivan watched.
Jethro didn't pass out, just paused, and then began to fuck David's face
again.
     Ivan tried calling to him.  "Jethro.  Jethro!  Jethro, can you hear me?"
     Nothing.  This Connobaran prisoner had become a single-minded sex machine.
     Ivan remembered what Stepwith had said.  "Use only as directed."
     Poor Jethro.

                        End of Chapter Ten