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PLANET OF DESIRE
Chapter 15
"Murphy's Law"
Coming out of the mist and back into the Marine camp was a revelation to Ivan. The effect was nearly instantaneous. He turned in one second from a sexual dynamo into a normal man. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, this feeling. To arise from the waters of passion, satisfied and back in command of your intellect, ready to do your work again.
He let his arm fall from David; it was too great a risk to leave it there. David did the same and, save for some dirt here and there on their clothes and bodies, they were normal appearing.
Ivan noticed, though, that the men around them were looking and chuckling at them. "Why are we being watched?" he asked. "Are these people in on the plan?"
"Shush." David hissed. "Not all of them. They just know we visited the Cantina."
"Cantina?"
Where we just were. The rift itself is considered to be off base, so the Commandant doesn't interfere. He realizes the men need some release from tension, at least until he finishes the rift, I've heard him talking. So he permits any off duty personnel to go where they will, into the jungle or whatever. Some of the men, as you and I both know, use this freedom to engage in gang rapes of the natives. Thank God they're pretty few, though they've ruined the Marines' reputation on this world.
"Most, though, simply slip into the rift where we were and where there's usually someone waiting to greet you. The rest are paired up pretty much, and either have special places in the Cantina where they go, or they cross the entire rift on the walkway and slip into the jungle for fun and games. You and I'll have to do that; now that we're on the base, we don't dare do anything out of line. The punishment is quite severe."
"What is it?"
"You're kicked out of the Marine Corps. Not that that's so bad on this world under this Commander, but then he promptly puts you in the work force."
"The work force...." Ivan started to say, but David hissed again and he quieted.
"We'll work on it. Captain Swenson is working on it already, but we have to do this one step at a time." David looked at the sky. "It's almost noon. I work the night shift. This planet's rotation is nearly Earth's, so we call it 0000 hours to 0600 hours. Then Lieutenant McElby takes over until noon and Captain Swenson handles the afternoon.
"About Lieutenant McElby, he's one of the dangerous ones. Don't relax when he's anywhere around."
"I know the guy." Did he!
"How they'll fit you into this schedule, I don't know. I hope they put us on shift together. We still have a few hours before I have to act all official. Would you like to see anything else?"
"I could stand a shower and change of clothes." Ivan admitted.
"Yeah. But first." David looked around, found a Marine private and said, "Private Jablonski!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Captain Swenson will go on shift within the hour. You'd best remind him of the time."
"Yes, sir. Do you know where he is, sir?"
"He's in the Cantina. Go get him."
The private broke into a big grin. "Yes, sir."
"You don't have to hurry right back."
"Yes, sir!" And the private raced off.
"A friend of yours?" Ivan asked blandly.
"Once or twice." David grinned. "But he's not much compared to you. Let's get that shower."
Ivan spent the rest of the day in comparative peace, a normal existence on a normal Marine base. He could almost imagine it a Scout base; the cameraderie was high. If you could ignore the treatment of the natives, which Ivan couldn't.... But he let matters ride until Captain Swenson sent for him.
The Captain was clean and well-groomed; it was hard to see in him the man who had been rolling in the dirt under Tarzan's butt-pounding and splattered with Marine jism. He was intelligent, his desk efficiently ordered, and his face gave no recognition of Ivan other than as a fellow officer.
"Lieutenant Paskov?" he said.
"Yes, sir."
"You will be in charge of the evening shift, 1800 hours until midnight. Take Second Lieutenant Martin with you on your first duty and he'll show you what to do."
"Yes, sir."
Captain Swenson gave him a slip of paper. "Here are your written orders."
"Yes, sir." Ivan tucked them into his shirt pocket.
"Read them in your quarters as soon as possible. See to it that they are held confidential." And Ivan looked up, to see a significant nod. He saluted and was dismissed.
He went to a bathroom stall and locked himself in, unfolded the paper carefully and read it while blocking it with his body from any possible camera eyes.
After his first shift, he was to report to the Commander about seeing suspicious lights at a site just beyond the Marine base, where a prominent rock stood. He was not to be specific, but suspect Slan scouts were there, using it as a base. The other officers would corroborate this with their own rumors and sightings.
Tarzan would have his escape arranged during Ivan's shift, they were to take a break in the guard shack at 2200 hours and not stir out. Tarzan's absence would not be noticed; the men on that shift would not report it.
The day after tomorrow, at noon, Ivan was to go to the rock, hopefully to meet and explain the plan to Angen and gain Angen's cooperation. Tarzan would only deliver a message asking for help, Ivan would have to convince Angen of the rest.
The day after that would be the break. The Commander's suspicions fanned to a strong breeze, Captain Swenson and Ivan would escort the Commander to the rock for a surveillance. From there, it was presumed the angels would find it easy, with their connivance, to capture the Commander.
Ivan finished reading the note, and chose to follow the guidance of the old movies he had watched on boring duties; he ate the note. It tasted horrible going down. Ivan looked at the watch that was an integral part of his left sleeve. He would be on duty in a half hour. Just time left to eat.
Ivan followed the orders. David guided him on his patrol route, checking on things. They stopped for a time and discussed the rock, supposedly sighting the lights now. Then they went to the guard shack and talked about the sighting and debated what to do, just in case they were being listened to. After that, the shift nearly over, Ivan went and woke the Commander, reported the lights.
The Commander was properly suspicious. "You don't think it could have been another source? Perhaps a native lighting a fire?"
"No, sir. The light was artificial, and while among the natives I saw no evidence of that kind of technology. Also, sir, the light was somewhat bluish." That would do it; the Slan preferred blue-white lighting.
"Keep a watch on it and alert the other officers. Report anything else to me."
"Yes, sir." Ivan saluted and left. It was all going great.
He made it to his quarters, now with a vague feeling of home about it. Four beds, one now belonging to him, the others unused. David was on duty until daybreak, but Ivan wondered where Captain Swenson and Lieutenant McElby were, though he was too sleepy to care. He stripped down to his boxers and with a feeling of normalcy he hadn't had in weeks, got in bed and went to sleep.
He awoke with a rough hand clamped over his mouth. "Quiet, man." came McElby's voice from the near-darkness. Ivan could only see him as a vague shape standing over him, then moving to perch on the edge of the bed.
"What do you want?" Ivan said, giving his voice an exasperated sound.
"Same thing I always want from ye, man. The Captain took an overnight pass and our other roommate is on the job. We have the place to ourselves."
Ivan was angered. The first time he'd been helpless, the second time afraid of his friend being revealed and caught, but this time... "I know better now. You're not going to blackmail me. You and I have sex, we're both in trouble."
"True, if the Commander finds out, we are. But he's a busy man, and doesn't look in on us. If he did, this base would be out of men within the week and he knows it."
"But if I report your advances...." The hand went back over his mouth.
"I'd have to report where the Captain really is, helping a native man to escape his work duties. He's out in the jungle right now, taking his payment with a native dick up his arse."
McElby's hand went down Ivan's body in a carress, the Scottish brogue entered his tones in force. "Ye don't think ye can keep a mutiny a secret with so many men knowing, do ye? Mind ye, I'm not wishing to get aboard that ship any more than the rest o' ye, I know what'd happen easy enough. I'm willing to keep me peace, let ye do it. But I'll be wanting me own sort of payment for me silence."
The hand went down Ivan's unmoving body, removing the covers until it found the elastic band of Ivan's boxers, from there it skipped over and into the opening.
"Now, me bucko, what do you say to a little friendliness between the sheets for a auld comrade?"
McElby grasped Ivan's penis, found it limp. Ivan was grateful for this much control once again. But McElby stroked it a while, then said, "Well, if ye're not willin', we can make ye willin'."
Ivan didn't know exactly what McElby did next, it was so dark that even his eyes, adjusted to the dark, saw only a vague form reach for his face. There was a slickness that bumped his cheek, and then McElby must have squeezed the slick thing, for there came a wheezing sound and...
And Ivan was lost. This was more than the mist at work, this was the very essence of the mist. A small part of his mind knew it was probably some sort of jungle plant, perhaps a pod squeezed to exude its juices. And he was reaching for McElby, wanting to put his lips to McElby, wanting to kiss McElby, touch McElby, please McElby.
McElby laughed a hard, mocking laugh as Ivan reached for him, found with his fingers the chiseled body and reached with his lips to hungrily taste it.
McElby condescended to lie on the bed with Ivan and while Ivan found his cock and gulped it down eagerly, McElby actually returned the favor, not sucking, truly, but more like taking Ivan's cock into his mouth and holding it there, the barest hint of stimulation.
Ivan found that, with the aid of the plant squeezed once again at his face by McElby, he needed nothing more to drive him insane, he gulped at McElby hard and fast, trying to milk the Scottish cock for all he was worth.
"Enough, lad, ye've got it slick enough." McElby said panting after a time and shifted, and Ivan knew with despair that this time, he would not escape being fucked by McElby. He fought off the plant's effects while his boxers were slipped up to his ankles and McElby slid between his legs, but McElby reached down quickly to the floor, there was a rustle of dry leaves, and McElby came up again, and shoved his hand at Ivan's face roughly, there was a popping sound and Ivan was submissive once more.
McElby wormed his cock into Ivan's ass, and Ivan realized gloomily that his body was making room for it, he was dazzled and overcome by the sensation of the plant, undoubtedly some sort of small, slick shell from the feel he'd had on his face that last time.
McElby wrapped his arms around Ivan's waist to lift up the small of his back, and plunge-fucked Ivan's butt hard and fast, fierce jabs that spoke only of his own pleasure and to hell with Ivan, quick jabs that burned with their speed, and McElby gasped, stiffened, fucked Ivan like a madman, there was a slickness in Ivan's vitals, and McElby was done.
Ivan was trapped beneath McElby's body, his hard cock stabbing McElby's navel, still unsatisfied.
Ivan let one of his hands drop to the floor, felt a slickness under his fingers. He grabbed one of the pods, found McElby's face on his chest, and crushed the pod until McElby's nostrils.
"What the hell, man? Oooh!" McElby moaned, and the cock, still with sperm clinging to its slit, rocketed into hardness again. But with the pod's bursting also, as Ivan knew, came a certain lethargy, a weakness of spirit. McElby surrendered to this spirit and put his tongue to work on Ivan's ample chest, kissing and licking his nipples to pert buttons, and down his pecs to the abs, dimpled ridges on his stomach, the navel merely a deeper dimple that McElby grunted like a pig as his tongue stabbed in to clean it out, and down, down, to anxiously engulf Ivan's cock.
Ivan let McElby suck on him for a time as he reached for another pod. Sauce for the goose, he thought, is sauce for the gander, and he found the pod, flung McElby over onto his back, squeezed the pod like a jet of spray onto McElby's whimpering face, McElby groaning oh-so-softly no, no, please, man, no, and Ivan ripped McElby's boxers off of him and with his saliva lubricated prick found McElby's tight, virgin puckerhole.
McElby worked it, trying to make room for Ivan, but there wasn't enough room, and a drunken part of Ivan (for he was drunk, he realized dimly, so drunk on the pods' effect) smirked with glee as he rammed in his manpole and split McElby open hard.
McElby yelled, a full-throated bellow of pain, and Ivan gave him no time to adjust, but plowed into him full throttle, a hard, vicious fuck that McElby took with blood and pain, took all of Ivan's huge cock, and Ivan spasmed, groaned, shot salty, stinging sperm into McElby's ravaged ass, and collapsed onto him.
And that is how the guards found them when they came, McElby's blood all over Ivan's bed and Ivan's cock, a clear- cut case of rape.
McElby was taken to the hospital. Ivan was taken to the stockade, just beginning to sober up from the pods and realize dimly what this did to their plans.
Murphy's law had struck again.
END OF CHAPTER 15
TO BE CONTINUED