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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