PLANET OF DESIRE II
THE SPERM WARS
Chapter 14
"Another Secret Weapon"
Ivan watched as the sun grew dimmer, wondering once again if it were a real sun or just a false sun being run by Stepwith. It always seemed to him that the sun went out just as it touched the horizon, rather than setting, but the mists of the jungle were always too heavy, he could never be sure. At least the stars were real, he was sure of that, and so was the occasional meteor slashing across the skies.
Tonight would be the crucial test. The increasing anticipation of the prisoners, who had slowed then stopped their usual good-natured hijinks made that imminently clear. The attack would come tonight, and the Russian reinforcements could not be expected before morning.
Ivan was glad to see that the Colonel had ordered the wall to be guarded all night. Over half the men were on station there, ready to use the stones for defense until they could bring the pods into play.
"Enemy sighted!" came the call from the wall. "All hands to stations!"
A klaxon signal that Ivan had hoped never to hear again sounded. Calling all men to arms! Prepare to fight, to die, to bleed and suffer horribly!
Pavel was beside him all of a sudden. Ivan grinned at his son, who was eager for the fray and yet apprehensive too. "Just take it slow, son." He advised. "Concentrate on one man and let the rest of the battle take care of itself."
"I know, P-pa." Pavel said. "But I'm frightened."
"I am, too." Ivan admitted. "But be glad that in this war, at least, no one is losing their lives. We may end up prisoners before dawn, but we will live and that's more than many men in battle could think."
"Our way is better." Pavel agreed. "At least we won't lose our planet like you lost Earth."
The matter-of-fact way that Pavel spoke of Earth's death touched Ivan. Pavel had never known the homeworld of Mankind, and now he never would, other than as stories told at night. He resolved to make sure Pavel heard everything he could remember, and to write it all down as well.
But that was planning for the future, and the problem was right now! He heard shouts from the wall, a confused babble. "Incoming!" was repeated over and over again. Incoming what?
Then the air at the walls was full of spear-shaped objects, and Ivan's heart sank. The Connobarans had been reduced to using weapons. Now came the constalasers and the butchery of the Connobaran army. By morning there would be blood and decaying corpses all about.
No! These were not spears! They were living creatures of some sort, that writhed and moved through the air. When they contacted a person, they wrapped around the person. Ivan couldn't see what was happening exactly, but the person writhed and clutched at himself, and fell down! What manner of attack was this?
"All hands to the wall!" Ivan shouted, running there himself. Suddenly the "spears" were arcing over the now-empty wall and falling among them. Ivan looked at one that landed and saw it coil and arch like a snake. It seemed to be a long, hollow tube a few inches around and maybe three feet long, yet alive, shining black. The clutching-hand-shaped circle around what Ivan decided was the mouth seemed to bring a horrible memory from him, of pain and darkness. From its mouth it tapered to a blunt tail.
"P-pa!" Pavel shouted and Ivan saw that one of the "spears" was now clutching his son. It was crawling across him and--it had slipped inside his clothing. Ivan moved as fast as he could, but the creature was faster, and before Ivan could reach his son, the thing had crawled down into Pavel's shirt, and down his pants to reach his groin. The linear bulge beneath Pavel's clothing became a lump at his crotch and Pavel suddenly moaned and fell to the ground. He ended up on his back and hunching upwards. Ivan knelt at his son's side and tugged at his son's clothes, opening the fly and pulling the trousers down. This creature had knotted itself around his son's cock and was pulsing there, one of its ends having engulfed the cockhead and the rest moving to milk his son's cock.
"Oh, God, P-pa, get it off me!" Pavel begged. "Oh, oh, oh! P-pa, it's sucking my cock!"
"I'll help you, son!"
"P-pa, over there." Pavel pointed and Ivan saw another of the creatures crawling towards him. It moved like a snake and he decided to call it a snake.
Ivan wished now for a weapon, any kind, instead of the mere pods in the sack at his waist. What good were they against these things? He should have known the Connobarans wouldn't keep coming at them bare-handed against their pods, but would seek similar weapons after the first attack. Fool! Fool! He could only abandon his son temporarily while he fought off the vile attacker. And others were still falling among them, he had to watch his back, as well.
The first snake slithered towards him and raised up and Ivan kicked at it.
He missed and that was the only chance he got. The snake saw the open trousers leg and promptly dove for the small opening. Before Ivan could catch it, it had crawled up his hairy leg and was now balked by his jockstrap. He fell onto his back and pounded at his own thigh, but the creature seemed to be made of solid leather.
"P-pa! Run!" Pavel begged him panting, his face flushed from pleasure. "Run while you can. The Connobarans are coming!"
Ivan looked up to see the Connobarans pouring over the wall and around the unfinished wall. A few of the Marines, in the midst of getting a blowjob from the snakes that had grabbed them, managed to bring their pods into play, but there were too many Connobarans and the few who stopped to join in the sex-play of the Marines at the wall were only a fraction of the total force.
Ivan had been trained for battle and the hard choices. He had to get away, if only to warn others and try to help a counter-attack. That meant abandoning his son, but he could not help his son if he were captured as well.
He took off, limping, holding the snake inside his uniform at bay and thanking God he had decided to don the jockstrap that morning, rather than leaving it off in anticipation of easier sex.
The jungle was near and with it, places to hide. He moved as quickly as he could, while behind him, Pavel moaned and shot his load into the snake's craw. Pavel's cries of joy only mocked Ivan as he left his son behind, a casualty of the battle.
The snake in his trousers had another tactic, Ivan found as he made it to the jungle and into the bushes there. Its tail was not useless, but Ivan found it pushing around and slithering over his buttocks. This damned snake intended to shove its tail up Ivan's ass!
Voices behind him, he had to ignore the snake, though that was ignoring the literal "viper in your bosom" and he ran as hard as he could. Even when the snake's tail found his asshole and wormed its way in, he didn't stop running, just fumbled through the increasingly black jungle night. This jungle wasn't as dangerous as Earth's had once been, but it had its traps and its secrets. Ivan moved as quickly as he could, dodged a raper bush, which jabbed cock-shaped gourds at him. If it could smash the gourd against his body, he'd find himself covered with spores that could literally eat at his body. He slapped away the thrusting cocks and made it away from the gourds without feeling any stickiness on his body.
He had gone far as he dared, now he needed to "go to ground." He found a place, a thick set of bushes, undistinguishable in the darkness, but definitely not the known dangerous kind. He hoped it was inocuous as it seemed, and he crawled into the space between them, found himself in an odd-shaped, miniature clearing, and lay down, panting.
The damned snake at his crotch had been busy, he realized. It had managed to shove its head into the slight gap formed by his balls and the junction of his legs, and Ivan found it now slithering in to enfold his cock. He tugged at his uniform, but the zipper was stuck by the bulk of the snake's body and before he got it open, it was too late.
The snake formed a constrictor-like wrap about his cock, Ivan's cockhead was now firmly shoved into the snake's mouth, and the snake's tail was an impudent dildo in his ass, sliding lazily in and out, a bulge at the very tip aimed for his prostate gland. It rubbed his prostate as it pulsed, milking his cock for the clutching mouth.
Ivan remembered now what this snake reminded him of. The ring of flowers at the tree- stump shaped plant that he had heedlessly lain across so David could fuck his ass. One of the flowers had swallowed him down and Ivan had been trapped, lost, as chemicals turned his body into a part of the plant, which milked him for the essence of his life force.
Waves of pleasure enveloped him as the snake worked his cock for all it was worth. It was like a warm hand jerking him while a warm mouth held his cock, and the snake was no cold-blooded reptile, it was warm as Ivan, caressing him as it sucked at him.
Ivan groaned and gave himself up to the pleasure. He was as safe as he could get for the moment, this snake had too good of a hold (he knew, his hands were raw from yanking at the one attached to his son with all his strength, to no avail), he could only pray that it would take a single load from his body and then let him go free. So he let the snake pleasure him, his body had been denied sex for some hours, and he lasted only a short time more before climax struck his brain, incredibly intense and powerful, enough to send him onto the brink of unconsciousness, and he muffled his groans and shot his load into the snake's warm throat, grateful for the release from the power of his orgasm. The snake swallowed his come-load eagerly, paused, then slowly began again.
Ivan moaned. How long would this creature hold onto him? Was he forced to deal with this creature invading his body for the rest of his life? But the Connobarans wouldn't have used such a weapon. Or would they?
It took longer, but Ivan didn't dare move and the snake was patient, soon Ivan was again helpless in the wake of his need and desire, he choked again on his groans, needing the release of a shout of pleasure, but stifling it and shot another wad into the snake. That seemed to satisfy it, for it released him and crawled out his pants leg. Ivan gasped, shaking from the intense orgasms. He would have to wait here until morning. Even the Connobarans should feel trepidation about entering the jungle, he should be safe.
Morning came at last, though Ivan had had little sleep. He stroked his cock lazily, horny again despite the previous night's bizarre orgy, and soon shot his load onto the plant which had hidden him. "I hope you like that, plant." He said. "Thank you for your protection. Take these nutrients and use them to grow strong with my blessing."
Ivan staggered to his feet, unsure of where he was, but the sunshine was an arrow and he found his way back to the pass.
To his surprise, the Marines were all still there, holding their heads and groaning. Most of them seemed to have slept where they were. All had clothing disarranged and some were missing some or all of their clothing. Not a Connobaran was in sight. Ivan checked the prisoner encampment, it was now empty.
"Pavel!" Ivan shouted. "Al! Lukas!"
"Over here, P-pa." Pavel's shout came and Ivan ran to embrace his son. Pavel's clothing had been torn and it was obvious that his body had been used during the night, perhaps by the Connobaran prisoners seeking some revenge. Ivan checked his son, but he seemed all right.
"Son, how do you feel?" Ivan asked.
"I'm all right, P-pa." Pavel said. "The creature let go of me after one of the Connobarans sprayed it with some liquid. Then the Connobaran, uh, took payment from me for the service. Said he'd mentioned to my father that he'd never had a Facilitator and wanted to try it out."
So that Connobaran prisoner had been the one who had had sex with his son. "Did he hurt you, Pav?"
"No, P-pa." Pavel said. "He was gentle. I kind of enjoyed it."
"That's my boy!" Ivan said, smiling. "If you have to do it, enjoy it."
"I did." Pavel said. "But I thought they'd take us back to Connobar with them."
"So did I." Ivan looked around.
The wall had been completely dismantled during the night. Not a stone stood atop another stone. Any number of Connobarans could have entered during the night over the tops of their woefully inadequate force. But why hadn't they taken the Marines back to Connobar?
"All right, men!" he shouted. "Form companies and count off. We need to know who's missing."
It took some time, for Ivan couldn't bring himself to rush the bedraggled men, who had all been sapped of every ounce of their strength. But the count was done after nearly a half hour and the answer was clear.
Fifty men missing. Among them, Colonel Slayton, Al and Lukas. All of the missing men had not been on the front lines, and could have retreated rather than being captured.
Ivan nodded to himself. That would fit Al completely.
"How many Connobarans got through? Does anyone know?" Ivan demanded.
"I saw." a Marine, dark black-skinned and standing at proud attention despite wearing only boots and a T-shirt, his cock dangling like a salami to mid-thigh. "There must have been over a thousand or more. They swarmed over the wall, and took it apart, then they formed ranks and marched off that way." The man pointed to a path that would carry the Connobarans right across the valley.
A black snake crawled among their ranks and Ivan started to try to smash it. "Don't bother, sir." One Marine advised as Ivan stomped at it with his boot. "They're too tough. And I saw the rest of them leaving some time ago. They're like the grunkels, I guess. They milk your jizz out of you, and ferry it back to Connobar."
"I don't see why we all aren't being ferried back to Connobar." another Marine groused. "When that thing got me, I expected to wake up a prisoner."
"I guess the Connobarans have other plans." Ivan said. "Remember that they intend to stay in our valley, take it over completely. Then they'll round us up and organize us properly. The Connobarans are very organized."
"So what do we do, sir?"
"Same thing any occupied people do in war." Ivan said. "Guerilla tactics. Let's gather all the belongings we can carry. Be prepared to live in and off the jungle while we make our occupying forces so miserable they give up and go home."
He had made it sound so easy. But Ivan had to admit to himself at least that their hope of ever being free again was a forlorn hope at best.
And what were the Connobarans really up to?