PLANET OF DESIRE II
THE SPERM WARS
Chapter 17
"Interrogation"
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Ivan and his men changed into their civilian clothing. It was close enough to what the Connobarans wore that they should pass through the crowded areas ahead with little problem. Ivan called over the Sergeant. "We need to find out where the eggs come from. Any suggestions on how to interrogate our prisoners?"
"Should have thought of that before we fucked them unconscious." Sergeant Piermont pointed out.
"Yeah, but I'm new at this war game. Flying a ship, I'm right at home. And I can handle hiding myself while gathering information, though nothing like what you men have just shown me. Other than that, I'm green as the grass. Not the grass we have here, mind you." Ivan pondered an outcropping of wiry grass, medium dull blue in color.
"May I make a suggestion, sir?" Sergeant Piermont said.
"Go ahead."
"I'd like to suggest that you cease trying to be our captain, and concentrate on being our commanding officer. You give us the tasks, and we'll figure out how to do them."
"Very well." Ivan said. "Sergeant, we need information on the source of the eggs. Please obtain this information."
"Yes, sir." Sergeant Piermont turned to his men. "All right, men, we need one of these prisoners conscious. Find us one."
The Marines swarmed around and one called out, "Sir, this one seems to be coming around."
"Hm, I guess I should have fucked him harder." Another one mused. "Must be losing my touch."
"Trust me, Perez, fucking someone hard has never been your problem." a third Marine said. "I'm still sore from three nights ago."
Perez grinned. "Maybe next time you won't draw three cards trying to fill a straight flush, amigo."
The first Marine slapped the Connobaran, hard. "Wake up!" he said.
The Connobaran, this one dark-haired and tan-colored skin, roused weakly. "Uhh?" he said querulously.
"Rise and shine, beautiful." the Marine said. "We're looking for a tour guide for your beautiful little valley, and you're it."
"I am Private Leland, Connobaran Force Three." the man said stubbornly.
"Pleased to meet you, Private." the Marine said. "Now tell us about your little homeland."
"I am Private Leland, Connobaran Force Three."
"Corrigan, I think that's the local version of name, rank and serial number." Sergeant Piermont said to Ivan.
"I figured that." Corrigan said. "Well, if you won't tell me about your valley, then tell me about your men here. What are their names?"
Leland looked around at his comrades, all lying unconscious on the ground, in partial stages of undress. "What did you do to them?" he demanded.
"Same thing we did to you." Corrigan said. "Not a cherry butt left in your squad, son."
Leland surged in rage. "Damned Facilitators! You had no right!"
"Same right you had invading our valley."
"Stepwith gave us your valley. We're just taking what belongs to us."
"Well, Stepwith didn't plan on us disagreeing with his little gift." Corrigan said. "But that's not important. You won't tell anything but names and ranks, then, tell me your comrades' names and ranks."
"Well, there's Private Oswald here, Private Joshua over there...."
"Which one? The one with his butt in the air, or the one draped over that rock?"
"The, uh, first one you said. The other is Private Daniel."
"Yes, Private Daniel was a very good fuck." Corrigan said. "I had him myself."
Leland purpled in rage, but said his voice calm. "Then there's Private Keith, Private Maurice, Private Fritz, " Leland's voice suddenly turned much mellower, "Private Wesley," then his voice returned to a more official tone, "Private Theo and Private Zachariah. And our Corporal, Corporal Henry, he leads our squad."
"This one is Private Wesley?" Perez said, thumping the appropriate body with his toe.
"Yes, it is." and that mellow tone returned.
"Which one of you guys fucked this one?" Perez asked.
"He was mine." another Marine said.
"Was he any good?" Perez asked.
The Marine shrugged. "Not too bad. He kind of moaned real pretty while I was pounding his butt."
"Really?" Perez sounded intrigued. "I could stand to go another round at the moment. Any objections to me fucking him?"
The Marine shrugged again. "Go ahead. I got no claims on him."
"Leave him alone!" Leland shouted.
"Oh, you like this Private Wesley?" Corrigan asked him suddenly. "You kind of sweet on him?"
"We're engaged to be married." admitted Leland.
"Oh, and we had to go and take both your cherries before your wedding night." Corrigan tsk-tsked. "Got nothing new to offer him now, do you?"
"Bastards." Leland snuffled.
"Back where I came from, both of you would be dead right now instead of merely bleeding a little from your assholes." Corrigan pointed out. "Of course, we could still arrange that if we had to."
Leland's face showed a sudden fear. Again, Ivan mused on the problems of a person of only ten or twelve years in age being treated as an adult, despite their bodies. "Leave him alone."
"Oh, don't worry, I don't plan to slit his throat." Corrigan said. "But Perez here is feeling a little--anxious. And as long as Private Wesley has already been broken in, don't you think that Perez should go ahead and have his fun?"
"No!" Leland said. "If he has to, he...he can take me."
"But I don't want you." Perez said. "I like my men blonde and fair-skinned. Just like this Wesley guy. They always have such talented asses, they kind of milk you back while you're fucking them, and...."
"Shut up!" Leland shouted.
"Make you a deal, kid." Corrigan said like a kindly father. "You tell us where your people grow the eggs to make your children, and we won't fuck Wesley over there."
"No." Leland said.
"Okay, Perez, have fun." Corrigan said. "Watch closely, Private Leland. Your fiancee is about to get a second taste of what you've been waiting to give him."
Leland set his jaw firmly, but his whole body was trembling.
Perez unzipped and waggled his cock at Wesley's still unconscious body. "Oh, yeah, pretty boy, I need me some of that."
Leland's face watched in horror as Perez's cock stiffened and grew. When it reached full size, nine inches of thick, fat, Latino cock, Leland's eyes were the size of golf balls.
"I need some lubing up." Perez said.
"Let me do it!" a black Marine said.
"Ah, Wilson, just what I had in mind." Perez smiled. Wilson got to his knees and began slurping on Perez's firm cock, and Perez's hands slipped into the wiry bush of Wilson's hair, holding onto him and fucking at his face. "Oh, God, Wilson, I got to do you again tonight."
Wilson leaned back, pulling off Perez's now shiny cock with an audible shlorp. "Fine by me." he agreed. "But right now, I want to see you plow pretty boy's butt."
"You got a front row seat." Perez agreed. "Lift him up for me."
Wilson and another Marine pulled Private Wesley's body up into a crouching position, on his knees but his face in the dirt. Perez kneeled down to get into position.
"Last chance to talk, Leland." Corrigan pointed out. "We're going to find out sooner or later, you know. You don't really think that all your comrades are going to keep quiet while we do this to them, do you? After Perez finishes with Wesley, we'll have Wesley awake and watching one of us do you. You won't even have the pods to help turn your mind off for you. You'll be fully awake and feeling every bit of it."
"Ah, there's that butthole." Perez said as he hand-maneuvered his cock. Ivan could see from where he was that Perez did not in fact have hold of his cock, which had drooped down to hang nearly to his knees. But Leland wouldn't be able to see that from his location. "Mmm, nice and warm. This is going to feel so great. Mm, mm, mm!" Perez made movements like he was getting his cock into Wesley's butt but having trouble doing so. "Man, he's tight, still!"
"Stop!" Leland begged them. "Please stop!"
"Will you tell us?"
"I don't know where they are." Leland said. "I don't know! It's a State secret. But..."
"Go ahead."
"They must be grown on the north end of the valley. It's a restricted zone. It's a large, ground-covering plant, so it must be there. There isn't any other place they could be! Now, please, take it out of him! Please!" Leland's face dripped tears.
"Get away from him, Perez." Corrigan said.
"But, Corrigan." Perez mock-protested.
"Now, Perez."
"Damn!" Perez rose up and tucked his wet dick into his pants. "Got me all hot and bothered and won't even let me plow a pretty butt already opened up for me. It just ain't fair!"
"Go to your boyfriend, Leland." Corrigan said kindly. "We don't have any further use for you. If you'll hurry up and shove it in, you might be able to convince him that it was you who took his cherry all along."
"I grabbed him from behind and kept him that way." the Marine who had fucked Wesley agreed. "He ought to believe it. He never saw my face."
"It's the best you're going to be able to do." Corrigan pointed out. "Only you ever have to know the truth. Surely you can keep that secret, even if you couldn't keep the one we were after?"
Leland had a look of utter contempt on his face, but he moved to Wesley as suggested. Wesley, indeed, all the Connobarans, were coming around now, making those moves that spoke less of unconsciousness and more of deep sleep.
"Here, kid." Wilson volunteered. "I'll slick your dick up for you, too."
Wilson got on his knees and sucked on Leland's cock until it was a white shine in the sunlight. "Now, kid, slide that into your boyfriend. And you'd better hurry about it."
Leland did as suggested, and his face grimaced with pain and self-contempt as he took possession of his lover's unconscious body.
"Now, kid, lay him down flat and lie on top of him. Just stay still like you were out of it, as well. Let him wake up like that." Corrigan advised. "We'll go away now."
"Bastards." Leland muttered. But he gave his lover a few quick hunches as he said this.
"Let's move out, men." Sergeant Piermont said.
Ivan looked back several times as they moved up the pass, to see Leland fucking Wesley's ass. Wesley roused at the last time Ivan saw them, now only small figures in the distance. He smiled. A small lie to keep a marriage happy. Was it so bad?
"Keep two men back to keep an eye on them." he said to Piermont. "We don't want them alerting the valley of our presence any sooner than we have to."
"Yes, sir." Piermont said. "Stanislaw and Boyle. Post here and alert us when they regain consciousness. Don't be seen by them, just report and rejoin."
"Yes, sir!"
Ivan now had two men ahead and two men behind their group, scouts in both directions. And they were near the top of the pass. "Sergeant, better get a report from our advance scouts."
"Yes, sir." Piermont said. "Tildale, Carver, report!"
Silence.
"Tildale, Carver, report!" Piermont rapped out.
Silence.
"Could their comm be down?" Ivan asked, worried.
"I doubt it, sir. We'd better assume they've been captured."
Ivan fretted as they continued to move to the top. His eyes strained to see any indication of watchers from the rocks ahead. But any number of men could be hiding there. "Suggestions, Sergeant?"
"Stay fanned out. Pretend we don't suspect a thing for as long as we can, and then a rush when they make their move." Piermont said with a shrug in his voice. "We'll take casualties, but we ought to get some men in among them. It's the best we can do."
"Let's do it, then." Ivan watched the air for the snakes that would soon be coming their way.
Instead, large oval objects were suddenly airborne. They fell among Ivan and his men, releasing the red mist that Ivan recognized from the Cavern of Souls! This mist carried not just the lust of the pink mist that pervaded their valley, this one caused dreams as well. Wonderful or horrible, but dreams of intense reality! You could lose your mind in the dreams of the red mist!
But it was all around them. And in the mists that surrounded Ivan and his men, a large figure grew and loomed over Ivan. "Ah, my son!" this figure crooned. Nearly thirty feet tall, it was horrible to see him again. Seeing him standing over Ivan with that familiar face, that beloved face, that horrible face!
"No!" Ivan screamed, and tried to run. Forward, backward, any way to get away!
Then the large arms embraced him. "Sasha! Sasha, my little boy!"
"No, P-pa!" Ivan yelled in terror. "Let me go! Let me go!"
"Sasha, I love you!" this figure of his father, so large that Ivan felt like a small child again, holding him, hugging him, embracing him in a touch that Ivan craved for having lost it so long ago, and so horrible in that he remembered how it had been perverted by the red mist in the Cavern of Souls. "Time for you to go to bed, Sasha."
"No! Let me go! Let me go!"
But Ivan's clothing was removed by the caricature of his father, though he fought every step of the way, overpowered, overwhelmed, helpless. Soon he was nude and on his father's lap, sitting on his father's lap as he had when he was five, and the size was the same to him, though enlarged in all directions. His eyes saw again the walls of his home, burned long before the Earth had burned, now around him once again. Nude and on the lap of his nude father! Oh, God, he prayed to a deity he had never believed in, please, please let this stop! Not again! Please!
His own father had NEVER raped him, but the father-figure in the Cavern of Souls had. It had twisted his favorite childhood memory. And now it was doing it again!
His father's hand wrapped around Ivan's cock, and Ivan couldn't help but moan as his cock was pounded by the massive hand. The big lips that kissed him gently, the large finger that probed at his ass. Oh, he was lost! He was lost! He shut his eyes tight enough to shut the dream out as well, prayed, God, please, when I open my eyes, let it be anyone but my father! Please! You can rape me, but please, not with my father!
He opened his eyes, and it had changed. It was Private Leland who held him now. "I have some questions for you. If you don't answer, the penalties will be severe. If you do answer, the penalties will be severe." Leland's hand pounded Ivan's cock and Ivan couldn't help but groan.
And his body was shifted, and Ivan felt a huge prong aim for his ass! Bigger than Al, bigger than any cock he had ever felt before, it ripped into him, until his hip bones were forced apart, his body wet and slick with sweat and pain, the thick cock plowed into him. Big hands moved his body up and down as he straddled Leland's legs, and Ivan was fucked by the huge figure of the prisoner he'd watched interrogated.
It wasn't his father, and that in and of itself was a blessing. His body wasn't torn except in his mind's eye. Ivan could accept this. Though the pain was such that it felt his body would rip apart, and the hand flogging his cock was anything but gentle, Ivan chose to accept this vision before it changed to something worse!
The (fake) blood of his body had lubricated the huge cock, and it was mauling his prostate with every thrust into him. As his body accepted the ravishment, and Ivan's mind accepted the sex, the pleasure began to creep upon him. He was being fucked hard by this enormous, good-looking dark-skinned man, who also pounded his cock. Ivan let the pleasure take him. When it's inevitable, enjoy it! So he enjoyed the thick cock that seemed to thrust upwards into him to navel-height, the hand on his cock that fucked him hard. It seemed smaller now. It might have been Al's cock inside him once again. He missed his husband very much, and hoped he was all right.
The body was smaller now and Ivan was moved to lie on his back on the sandy/rocky ground, small knives in his back here and there, nothing he couldn't live with. Leland's body was now only twice the size of Ivan's, and Ivan wrapped his legs with difficulty around the big body and said, "Come on, give it to me, harder, harder!"
"You got it." came an almost-familiar voice. Ivan rocked with the hard thrusts into his body and his crotch heated up as he was fucked, as warm arms held him, as a warm body stroked against his, as a hot cock plunged in and out of him, Ivan groaned with the need and the joy of the fuck, and he reached up to kiss this ravisher, to turn it from a rape into a joyful giving of his body.
Leland's body was now the same size as his. And Ivan's lips felt not the warm touch of a kiss, but a strange grille-like feature. He kissed wire mesh, and looked again, closer. This wasn't a human fucking him, it was some sort of strange creature with large, glass eyes and dark brown skin, and a snout like a dog. Was he now hallucinating bestiality? No, the body on his was still human, and still felt great against his own. His cock pulsed with the need to ejaculate, and Ivan squeezed a hand between their bodies to manipulate it.
"Oh, yeah, fuck me, man, fuck me!" Ivan begged.
"Oh, yes!" the dog-man agreed.
"Oh, oh, I'm going to shoot!" Ivan said. "Fuck me harder, damn it, harder! Uh, uh, uh!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" the dog-man groaned.
"Ah, ah! AH!" Ivan moaned with his orgasm. "Now, now, now! I'm coming NOW!" and he did, his orgasm filled his mind with the joy of life and he groaned, sprayed this creature with his hot flood of white cream, and the man (Ivan now could see that it was a man, a real man, wearing some kind of gas-mask) humped at him with a fierce joy.
"Yes, yes, YAY-IS!' and the man groaned, yelled, roared as Ivan felt scalding hot jism flood his body as the man climaxed. As he finished, he collapsed onto Ivan's body, and Ivan smelled his sweat and his jism, both smells familiar as the smells of home.
"Get that mask off this minute!" He ordered his captor.
His captor did, and Ivan looked into eyes that bore into him. "Surprised?" he asked.
"Yeah." Ivan said. "What are you doing here?"
"Later." Al said. "I've missed you, baby!"
"I've missed you, too!" Ivan kissed his husband.
"I want another round before the mist gets done with us." Al wiggled his cock and Ivan felt it grow hard in his ass again.
"Sounds good to me." he agreed.
END OF CHAPTER 17