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			     PLANET OF DESIRE

				Chapter 22
			      "Shakti's Soul"

     Ivan and Andrew walked and beat each other's meat to the Commander's
office.  Ivan remembered the native village from this and the scenes around
him, Marines on every side, no longer frenetically fucking, but now
settling into the bare elements of a routine to let them handle the renewed
presence of the pink mist.
     "Hey, Andrew!" came Jablonski's shout, and Jablonski bounced up to
meet them.  Actually, what Jablonski did was to pull himself off of the
cock he had been riding, and Ivan looked down to see that the cock belonged
to Gorman.  Gorman really did have a nice hunk of meat there.
     "Uh, hello, suh." Gorman said.
     "Sorry for interrupting you two." Ivan said.  His hand was knocked
away from Andrew's cock and he looked over to see Jablonski and Andrew
greeting each other.  Jablonski was on Andrew's other side, so Ivan decided
to save his "greeting" for later, and offered his hand to help Gorman to
his feet.
     "How are you, Gorman?" Ivan asked.
     "Fine, suh, jes' a bit horny raht now."  Gorman's eyes gleamed with
their special fire.
     Ivan knew he had to cut this off quick.  "I just got back from the
doctor's office.  My ass is under repairs for a week."  He grabbed Gorman's
cock, slippery with some sort of lube, and fondled it.  "Otherwise I'd be
happy to step in and help.  I'm due at the Commander's office anyway."
     "Mind if we tag along?" Jablonski said.  "We have an appointment for
later this afternoon anyway."
     "Sounds good to me." Ivan quietly took Andrew's cock back from
Jablonski.  With Gorman on his left and Jablonski on Andrew's right, they
managed to keep their pace and hands busy, but with the orgy so soon behind
them, none reached orgasm during the short walk.
     Ivan felt his body was readjusting once more to the mist.  The urgency
was leaving him, just a desire to keep himself busy like this.  They passed
a vent newly opened in the earth, but the wind blew it away from them.
Ivan saw a pair of Marines beating each other and walk on its other side,
and as the mist obscured and enveloped them, there came the sounds of
mutual orgasm.
     "Oh, yeah, God, yeah!"
     "Yeah, buddy, keep pounding it.  Oh, oh, agh!"
     This was a far cry from the base he'd first arrived at.  Ivan wondered
what the Colonel would have thought of his base now.
     Their new Commander was well at home in this situation.  An open
window blew in the slightest wisps of the mist into the office, and in its
blurring aura, Ivan saw Captain Vid Swenson at the Commander's desk, riding
some nude, muscular man seated beneath him.  Gorman split off and dropped
to his knees, there was an unused ass bobbing nearby attached to a man
giving a blow-job, and Gorman moved to fill it.
     "Ah, Captain Paskov, welcome." Vid said to them, a gentle smile that
writhed with passion.  "I'll be done here in a moment."
     "That's okay, sir." Ivan answered, his eyes on the man beneath, Ivan
saw it was Tarzan with his feet splayed out beneath the desk, Vid perched
on the chair seat and riding his hard rod.  Ivan was glad to see the two of
them together again; they seemed happy together.
     Ivan felt Andrew's mouth envelope his cock, and closed his own eyes.
It was good to have a regular lover.  Ivan opened them and looked down, and
saw Jablonski was about to plug Andy's ass.  Gorman had scooted between
Ivan's legs to take care of Andy's hard-on.
     "Uh, uh, oh!" Vid cried out suddenly and his cock sprayed into the
air, landing back on him and all around, on the desk, the leather chair, a
good-sized flood.  The sight made Ivan's cock tingle, and bring him closer
to orgasm.  He reached down to grab Andrew's head and face-fuck him,
knowing his young lover wouldn't mind such manhandling.  Indeed, Andrew
seemed to take inspiration from the grab, and slurped mightily on Ivan's
rod as Ivan forced him deeper and deeper.
     Ivan closed his eyes and was lost to his surroundings.  His whole
world lay engulfed in Andrew's warm mouth.  That kind, loving mouth that
had lubed his cock with a thick sheath of saliva and now clutched and
milked at him.
     Jablonski came inside Andrew's ass with a roar and Ivan found the
sound of passion triggered his own come, and so Andrew was caught between
the floods of two men's come that filled him at both ends.
     Andrew held tight to Ivan's dick, kept milking him as though to drain
him thoroughly dry, and then with the milking came a vibration; Andrew had
reached his own climax and was giving his own seed to Gorman lying on his
back and sucking Andrew's pud from that position.  Gorman had been beating
his thick rod and sprayed the general vicinity, including the backs of
Ivan's legs.
     After the orgasm came a general lull, and Ivan took full advantage of
the time, knowing how soon he would have to fling his body back into the
fray.
     "You wanted to see me, Captain?" Ivan asked.
     "Yes, Captain.  Just the routine details.  I would like to officially
inform you that this Marine contingent has no further need of your services
under Section 4143, and you are free to resume your duties as a Space
Scout."
     "Yes, sir." Ivan saluted, and grinned at the sight, for he was
standing there, his cock being lapped cleaned by Andrew, saluting Vid who
was in the process of extricating himself from Tarzan's ample rod.
     "And may I ask your plans, Captain Paskov?"
     "I haven't any, really.  What about Private Jackson?"
     "Oh.  Private Jackson, under the same Section, I am putting you on
detached duty.  You are to join Captain Paskov's crew for the duration of
our stay here, acting as liaison with him and reporting in when anything
warrants it."
     "Yes, sir." Andrew said, his voice muffled by Ivan's limp cock.
     "I thought you were going to just let everyone go, Vid?" Ivan said.
     "Not wise to do it quickly.  A period of adaptation is needed.  Those
who request to leave will be allowed, others will stay a while to see what
happens here.  Each person according to his nature.  Same as when I
dismissed the native work force.  Did you hear what happened?"
     "No.  Too busy with the mist."
     "About half took off immediately.  About half of the remainder stayed
behind only stayed long enough to speak to certain Marines.  Of about
one-fifth that remained longer than a few hours, there were five
fist-fights, three gangbangs of individual Marines, the more persistent men
with the whips I must point out, and ten natives asked permission to
remain, accompanied each by a Marine sponsor.  I also had five Marines
desert the service, presumably to join the natives, and I was quick to send
out a message that these Marines were given an honorable discharge dated
twenty-four hours' previous.  Like I said.  Each according to his nature."
     "I see." Ivan said.  He hadn't thought about it.  "And what nature is
developing here?"
     "Rather a self-sufficient village, overall.  Some men will want to
stay here indefinitely.  I see no harm in that.  Some will want to remain
strictly in the Marine Corps, and that's fine as well.  We can set up a
small garrison here and have it function as a military police.  What
worries me most is another group of desertions, a total of twenty-four
Marines."
     "What about them?"
     "Only that those Marines were, without exception, part of a list I had
drawn up of the most dangerous men under my new command.  I fear the list
must have become public knowledge, given the insufficient security of our
little conspiracy."
     "How were they dangerous?"
     "They were the ones who were most inclined before you joined us to
take leave in groups in the jungle."
     "The rape gangs." Ivan sobered.
     "Yes.  I think they went to join Lieutenant McElby.  Whereever he is."
     "Yes." Ivan was silent.  "Well, Captain, we'll keep a sharp eye out
for them.  But I don't think I'll want to remain behind in this village.
What I really want to do is to recuperate from Private Brown, then try to
find out the source of this mist."
     Ivan went on to relate his theories about the mist.  Captain Swenson
nodded.
     "I've had similar thoughts myself in the past few hours, when I've had
time to think.  But where are you going to look?"
     "I was hoping Tarzan here would have a suggestion.  Tarzan, what do
you know of the origins of the mist?"
     "You want to find the Soul of Shakti."
     "Shakti?"
     "The Tantric god." Swenson chipped in.  "The natives mention him
often."
     "There are many openings in the world where Shakti breathes out.  But
there is one place where he breathes in.  The Cavern of Dreams."
     "Cavern of Dreams?"
     "That's a new one to me." Swenson admitted.  "What about it?"
     "It is near the Temple of Children.  A holy place.  It is said that
when you enter it, you will find the source of both your greatest desires
and greatest fears.  They become flesh and blood, and can capture the
unwary soul."
     "So I'd have to pass through such a place." Ivan wasn't ready to
discount the rumors of the place as a mere superstition; too much here
happened that was beyond logic to treat it as any more than the threat that
Tarzan's words implied.  "I'd rather do it as part of a group."
     "I'll go with you." Andrew said quickly.
     "I was hoping you'd say that."
     "Might as well tag along." Jablonski said.  "If you two don't mind."
     "Ah'm in, suh." Gorman said. "Pruh-vided Ah get to use yore ass when
it's all bettuh, suh."
     "I see no harm in that." Ivan grinned.
     "What about Commander Martin?" Swenson asked.
     "I'll ask him when I see him." Ivan nodded.
     "You might also see if any natives would like to go on such a trip."
Andrew said.
     "Yes?" Ivan asked, puzzled.
     "If this cavern is as bad as they say, perhaps the natives, or an
angel or the Slan would get through when we couldn't."
     Swenson thought about it, and nodded.  "I have to agree.  First you'll
need permission from the Temple, though, I presume."
     Tarzan nodded.
     Ivan concluded.  "Then, that, Andrew, will be our first stop.  We'll
go to the Temple of Children and wait to see who else volunteers."
     "Children." Andrew nodded.  "Sounds good."
     "I'm curious to see how the Temple supplies the natives with children.
Or us, I should say, since we all have to go native pretty quickly." Ivan
said.
     "One good way to find out." Andrew said.
     Ivan looked at Andrew.  Was he serious?  There wasn't a trace of smile
on his face.
     It was something to think about.  "Perhaps after the Cavern, we will
do just that." he said.

                      END OF CHAPTER 22
                       TO BE CONTINUED