PLANET OF DESIRE II
                              THE SPERM WARS

				Chapter 21
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
			    "Awaiting Daybreak"

     His Marines quickly pulled the ropes up before some enterprising
Connobarans could scale the wall.  More went to the opening.  As feet tried
to come up the stairs, pods were thrown inside it, and the footfalls
stopped.
     "Come out through the building." the command came.  "You are our
prisoners, Facilitators. Surrender now and we'll treat you kindly."
     Ivan took the gun from a nearby Marine and fired down, deliberately
missing.  A burst on the wall of the building next to this one, and rock
showered on the men.  "We'll give you until daybreak to decide." the man
said.  "Throw down those--things and come out.  You can't escape, you know.
The only way down is right through us."
     Ivan fired again, this time at a gap in their milling masses, and the
men withdrew, grateful enough to escape what had to be a terrifying weapon
to them.  But they didn't go any further than to protective areas.  Ivan
could see barricades going up all around.  He could fire at the figures,
killing as he wanted.  But he had foresworn killing, and intended to
continue that.
     But he had no hope.  Come to rescue the prisoners, he had become one
himself.
     "P-pa?" came the voice.
     Ivan turned and embraced his son. "Pavel!" he said.
     "Oh, P-pa.  They got you, too?"
     "Afraid so." Ivan said.  Vid walked up, somehow feebly.  "Vid, how are
you?"
     "Well enough." Vid said.  "They haven't mistreated us, but Kyle is ill
with a high fever.  He's lying over there.  He won't be able to walk and
neither will two other of the Facilitators.  This is a bad time for a
rescue.  The six of us who were here longest are all sick.  I don't feel
very well, myself.  I may be on my back by morning."
     "Sergeant, any antiobiotics in your kits?"
     "Of course, sir." Piermont said.
     "Have the men administer to the sick.  They must be able to move by
morning."
     "Yes, sir."
     Ivan turned to Pavel.  "We'll get out of here, son."
     "Not without killing." Pavel pointed out, logically enough.  "Have you
decided to kill?"
     "No, but we can lay down a barrage strong enough that they won't be
able to attack in turn." Ivan said.  "We have these guns, and we have pods
of the red mist."
     "What about their snakes, P-pa?"
     THAT was why they gave them until morning!  They were bringing up a
supply of the snakes!  Or some other weapon that needed daylight, he
modified.  At the very least, they were mustering their forces.
     Well, Ivan? He asked himself.
     Sergeant Piermont was still standing there.  "Inform all units of our
situation.  Be ready for an attack at daybreak.  We may have to try to
rappel down the ropes and make a rush for it at the time they least expect
it.  If so, we'll use the pods as grenades to soften their positions before
we make the rush."  Ivan took a deep breath.  "If that fails, we'll use the
guns, as necessary."
     "Yes, sir." Piermont's face held no expression.
     "In the meantime, I'm going to try something else."  Ivan leaned over
the edge as well as he could.  "Hello!" he shouted.
     "We're listening!" came the shout, a bit fainter now.
     "I want to speak to the Connobaran Council." Ivan said.  "I want to
negotiate an end to this war."
     "What's to negotiate?" the man said.
     "To begin with, we have all your Facilitators right here." Ivan said.
"Second, have you listened to the reports from the battle front yet?"
     There was a short pause.  "You're outnumbered.  It's only a matter of
time before we take your entire valley.  It belongs to us anyway."
     "But how many of your young men are coming back with stories of what's
happening to your soldiers?  I know what's happening to them, I'm the man
who arranged for it." Ivan said.  "Eggs are being smashed, your sons are
getting raped.  Yesterday some of your men were badly burned, perhaps some
even died from it.  You may not have heard that yet, but you will by
tomorrow or the next day.  I'm in contact with my men all over the valley,
right now.  I know what's going on."
     Another pause.  "I'll tell the Council.  But I won't promise they'll
do anything."
     "Tell them there is an alternative to this war.  Tell them that there
is no need for any of their sons to live without children, so long as we
work together.  But we will not live as slaves."
     "Facilitators are not slaves."
     "I've been a Facilitator." Ivan said.  "Don't delude yourself.  You
keep men in slavery for your own needs.  I understand those needs, but it
has to stop.  And tell the Council that Connobar has something we need, as
well.  Something we have only just learned."  He was enticing this man,
trying to pique his interest as well as he could.  Was he succeeding?
     "What would you need from Connobar?"
     Ha!  Success!  "The same thing Connobar needs from us.  Children.  By
cooperating, we can both get what we want.  Get the Council to me and I'll
explain everything to them."
     "That can't happen until well after daybreak." the man said.  "You're
on that roof, probably with little or no food and water."
     Ivan said.  "We have brought food and water with us.  We can wait for
the Council.  And any attempt to approach this building will cause us to
fire our weapons again.  And this time, we will shoot to kill.  We have
avoided killing throughout this war.  That's a proud statement for mankind
to be able to say.  Every other war man has fought has been littered with
the dead bodies of both sides.  Let's keep this war clean.  Let's talk a
way to let both our cultures live together.  As equals."
     "I have sent a messenger to the Council members.  I don't expect to be
able to gather them before morning."
     "Very well.  Good-night." Ivan said.
     "Sweet dreams!" came an almost-mocking response.  Had this man sent
for the Council after all?  Nothing to be done if they hadn't.
     "Sergeant, post guards at all approaches.  The rest of us, get some
sleep.  At worst, we can delay and distract them until tomorrow night, when
the raid on the northern egg crop takes place."
     "Yes, sir."
     Ivan turned to his son, a silent figure at his side up until this
point.  "Son, you'd better try to sleep, too."
     "But what if they send the snakes on us tomorrow?" Pavel asked.
"P-pa, I thought I'd be braver.  But I'm scared."
     "It's all right to be scared, son." Ivan said gently.  "Courage
doesn't mean not being afraid.  It means you go ahead even when you are
afraid.  Just do what you have to do."
     "Yes, P-pa." Pavel said and squared his shoulders.
     Ivan patted him.  "Go find yourself a bunk.  With someone.  That mist
seems a little strong tonight."
     "I was thinking that myself, P-pa." Pavel said.  "Can I pick him?"
Pavel pointed at Carver.
     "He's a good fuck, all right." Ivan said.  "I had him last night.  Go
ask him."
     Ivan watched as his son went over to Carver and spoke bashfully, saw
the big Marine smile and reach out a hand to his son.  He would have
watched a bit longer, though not wishing to actually spy on his son, when a
hand touched his shoulder.
     "Time for you to sleep now, sir." Stanislaw said.  "Wilson and I had
to split the guard duty, and he's on right now.  But one or the other of us
will be in your bed tonight.  Is that acceptable, sir?"
     Ivan looked at the large, wide-bodied Polish Marine.  "That'll be
fine." he said.
     "When you get Wilson, be sure to arrange a 69 with him." Stanislaw
advised.  "He really gives good head."
     "I'm looking forward to it." Ivan said.  "But now, Private, if you
don't mind, I'm looking forward to you."  And he ran his hand over the
broad, green-khaki-covered chest.
     Stanislaw nearly panted.  "Where's your bedroll?"
     Ivan led him over and as he and Stanislaw rigged out the bedroll, he
asked, "Why are you back in uniform, Private?"
     "We're in a war, sir." Stanislaw said as he smoothed the curl and
tugged it straight.  "And the Connobarans know we're here.  Uniforms help
you in a battle to know your own side.  Otherwise you can be killed by your
own men."
     "Makes sense." Ivan said.  "I'd better get into my own uniform."  He
sat and pulled off his boots.
     "I intend to sleep with mine on." Stanislaw admitted.  "Have to be
ready for a night attack.  But I'll pull down or up any part of it you need
me to.  I've wanted you to fuck me ever since I got a look at your cock
back in the pass.  Begging your pardon, sir."
     "Nothing to forgive." Ivan smiled as he pulled off his shirt and
unzipped his pants.  "Mind if we have a little 69 ourselves first, though?"
     "Sure.  But put your uniform on, first, sir.  Just in case, please?"
     Ivan obeyed as the square-jawed, flat-topped Pole watched him pull on
the midnight- black jumpsuit.  His boots, and he felt nearly invisible in
the dark lit with few stars and the lights of the surrounding houses not
quite reaching the shadows of the roof level.  It was like lying in a tub
of ink, Ivan could see the top halves of standing sentries at all corners,
and guarding the entryway from two angles.  Rainy season was nearly upon
them, and the clouds each night grew thicker.  Ivan lay back on the bedroll
and, again, in a break in the clouds, saw the four stars he and his family
had claimed.  They seemed very far apart right now, those four stars.  The
brightest star, Al's Star, suddenly went out, perhaps covered by a cloud
and Ivan's heart pounded of a sudden.  Don't be superstitious, he told
himself.  It doesn't mean anything, the sky is cloudy tonight.  See the
other three stars fading now as the cloud moves on?
     Then they were all completely obscured; Stanislaw's broad legs moved
over him, the soft khaki uniform brushing both sides of his face, the
anachronistic zipper almost cutting his cheek as Stanislaw slid down.  Then
the warm slap of a hard cock on his chin and Ivan fished for the cockhead,
fumbling to find it in this morass of cloth and muscled body.  Finding it,
he managed to lever it into his mouth, where it promptly slid completely
inside him.  Thick, dry, it hurt his throat!  Gag!  Choke!
     Stanislaw raised up, and Ivan got control of this thick invader.
Slathered it with his saliva as Stanislaw engulfed his cock.  The
disadvantage of being on the bottom, he could barely move!  Ivan worked as
quickly as he could before Stanislaw got impatient and took over the
process of fucking his face.  Ivan managed a good coating before Stanislaw
did a careful hunch and Ivan was able to lock on and by careful movements,
encourage the big Pole to fuck his face.
     Stanislaw was really slathering his cock, Ivan felt downright sticky
from all the spit the Marine was pouring onto his cock.  Then Stanislaw got
up and moved around, pushing his pants to mid-thigh, and Ivan remembered.
Oh, yeah!  Then Stanislaw sat down on his cock, pushing it adeptly into his
strong ass, which clutched and milked him rapidly, even before Stanislaw
began to bounce on Ivan's thighs with bruising force.  The thick thigh
muscles of the huge man atop Ivan were forcing Ivan's legs together and
there still wasn't enough room for them.
     Ivan grabbed Stanislaw's cock and pounded the slick organ as quickly
as he could.  It pulsed and Ivan felt his own orgasm building rapidly.
God, the mist was heavy tonight!  He couldn't remember how long it had been
since he had felt this horny.  Especially after the all-day marathon fuck
they had engaged in.
     Well, the winds blew where they blew.  Ivan just pounded Stanislaw's
cock harder and Stanislaw groaned, the big Marine's chest heaved and
bucked, and Ivan was drenched as he exploded all over Ivan's body.  His
uniform caught the brunt of it, but thick wads made it as far as Ivan's
face, landing on his lips, nearly going up one nostril, another hitting his
forehead near his hairline!  Wow, what a load!  Ivan felt his own orgasm
build up and he groaned, blasted his own wad into the Marine's tight ass,
which milked at him again with urgent fervor.
     Stanislaw fell atop Ivan, and Ivan let his cock--still hard--rest
inside the Marine while he heaved on top of Ivan.
     "That was great, Ivan." Stanislaw said.  "God, you're still hard."
     "You are, too, Private." Ivan said as he smiled.
     "Could you go again, sir?"
     "I might." Ivan admitted.  "The mist seems awful heavy tonight."
     "Yeah." the big Marine panted as he dared a kiss with his commanding
officer.  Ivan felt the heat from those lips, felt his cock twitch from the
warm heat that surrounded it, and he was hunching up into Stanislaw again.
Gently, but a definite need still to be filled.
     Ivan looked around.  All the bedrolls bore moving bodies, no one was
sleeping.  The guards were all moving in that unsteady fashion that
indicated masturbation.  The...  "Good Lord!" he said.  "The mist!
Sergeant!"
     "Yes, sir." came Piermont's voice, punctuated by grunts that Ivan now
recognized as his.
     "We're under attack right now!" Ivan said.  "They're pumping the mist
up here some way!"
     "Yes, sir?" Piermont said.  "Uh, uh, uh, UGH!"
     Ivan gave him the grace of a few scant seconds to recover.  "Sergeant,
get those constalasers over here.  We have to cut this ledge open somehow.
Get a way for the mist to get away from us!"
     It was a struggle, the constalasers weren't that effective against
mute stone.  Large patches of the rock were glowing bright red before small
explosions resulted in the rock.  Made of various kinds of stone, some of
it literally melted rather than cracked, flowing like lava.
     But after a good half hour of steady firing, they managed to get four
holes around the edges cut clear.  The mist now wouldn't be trapped on
their level, though Ivan could tell that it was still flowing in to them.
     "Having fun up there, Facilitators?" came the call when the firing had
ceased.
     "Afraid to let me speak to the Council?" Ivan called back.
     "Not at all." the man said.  "But why negotiate when you can
overcome?"
     "This war is foolish!" Ivan exploded.  "It can only end sooner or
later with death!  Perhaps all our deaths!"
     "Have all the Facilitators lay down their weapons and we'll arrange
for a more comfortable living arrangement." the man said.  "We don't want
to hurt any of you."
     Ivan took one of the lasers and fired in the direction of the voice,
but well over his head "Do you want that?  We could have killed many of
your men, and we didn't!"
     "We could be flinging the milkers at you right now." the man retorted.
"But we didn't.  We want you to come out without being hurt.  We hope you
don't decide to jump, it's so distressing to see a Facilitator hurting
himself."
     "We won't jump." Ivan said.  "But we're not coming down.  Make one
move toward this building, and we'll open fire."
     "We'll give you until morning to reconsider." the man said.  "In the
meantime, I hope you enjoy the mist.  I'm having it turned up higher now."
     "Have the men sleep on the tables as much as they can.  The rest of
us, prepare for a night of fucking and sucking." Ivan told his men.
     Would this night ever end?  And would the Council speak to him at
daybreak?

			     END OF CHAPTER 21