Date: Tue, 29 Feb 2000 01:11:47 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Secret of the Turtle Men, Chapter 17

		   SECRET OF THE TURTLE MEN, CHAPTER 17
			     "The Grand Hall"
			   by Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

     Twice more that night, Pavel suffered the rough ravishments of the
bandit leader, Efram, the final one at a time when the rising buzz of
Djinni wings meant that morning was upon them.  Again the mist entered the
room, and again Efram climbed atop Pavel and roughly shoved his cock into
Pavel's ass, and the pain now was like knives in his anus.  Pavel groaned
weakly and felt no pleasure in this despite the mist, had Efram not noticed
this and began to manipulate Pavel's pud, Pavel might have been spared the
indignity of sharing the climax of this bestial man.  As it was, pleasure
was mixed with pain in a highly disturbing way; Pavel cursed the mist once
again, feebly and shot his load into the sweat-stained bed.  Done with him
this time, the man chuckled in satisfaction and said, "I'll send your
friends in to you and we'll leave shortly.  I have to see to my men and the
transfer.  You can sleep a little longer if you'd like; your debt is paid
and I am satisfied."  He patted Pavel's buttocks the way you would pat a
horse for a gallop well-run, got up, coughed roughly to clear his chest,
Pavel heard him adjusting his clothes, and then the slight trop-trop-trop
of his departing feet.
     Pavel lay there, feeling thoroughly violated in a way that the blanks
in their mindlessness never could do to him.  It had to be done, he kept
telling himself, it had to be done.  After a time, he heard a soft voice,
felt a gentle hand on his back.  "Jassem?" he asked.
     "No, it is I." Pelen said.  "Are you all right?"
     Pavel stirred, groaned.  "As well as I can be.  He was so damned
rough!  Ugh!" he had tried to move and felt renewed pain in his ass.  "What
did that bastard do to me?"
     "I will fetch you water and cloth." Jassem said from a further
distance.
     "Yeah, I'll help. Pelen, you stay with him." Jethro ordered.  "We'll
be back as quick as we can."
     "All of you are here?" Pavel asked, turning his head to one side to
see Pelen.
     Pelen laid down to put their faces next to each other.  "Yes.  We
leave soon, thanks to you."  His face was filled with tenderness.  "You did
what you said you'd do.  You got me out of this."
     "I didn't know you heard me." Pavel said sheepishly.
     "I heard." Pelen said, kissed him.  "I only wish the price were
different."
     His hand stroked Pavel's face, and Pavel felt a wave of cleanness in
its wake, washing away the filth of the bandit leader's embrace.  "I'll be
all right."  He meant this, he ached and he felt dirty, but this was
imminently better than the mood he had been in the day before, trapped with
no hope of escape.  It was a hellacious price to pay, but it was done.
     "That's not what I meant." Pelen said.  "When we leave, only the
leader will be going with us.  His men will be staying here.  They do not
know that yet, but they will soon, when they are taken back over the pit
along with the men they are now sleeping with, rather than carried out into
the valley floor with us."
     "He turned his men over to the Djinni?" Pavel looked at Pelen, turned,
ignoring the pain.
     "As he mentioned, the Djinni will not trade humans for anything but
other humans."
     "So how do you know all this?"
     "The Djinni who came to fetch us told us this." Pelen said. Pavel saw
him debate with himself, then Pelen said, "He had agreed to this exchange
before ever you spoke with him.  Even if you had refused him, we would
still be free."
     "He tricked me?" Pavel said.  "That...that bastard!  That...that eater
of excrement!"  He couldn't think of a word strong enough to describe Efram
properly!  "I threatened to put his head up on a stake in Medina Jadeed,
and he makes me want to do just that."  Pavel growled in his throat in
frustration.
     "But you will not." Pelen said.  It was not a question.
     Pavel grinned ruefully.  "Damn him!  No, but maybe I'll get a message
to his people of how he tricked his own comrades, and let them deal with
him."
     "But I still recognize your courage.  You let that man molest you in
order that we could be free.  The value of your gift to me is not
diminished by the circumstances, and I am grateful to you, my dearest
friend."  Pelen rose up.  "Ah, here is the water.  Rest, while we clean
you.  If you can, knowing that others have been enslaved to buy your life,
for it will rankle my sleep for years to come."
     "At least they're bandits that we were exchanged for." Jethro said
with some satisfaction.  "I'll bet the men in that chamber will even a few
old scores over the next few days."
     Pavel fell silent and ignored the argument between Pelen and Jethro,
for this exchange had made him thoughtful.  The bandit leader had come for
the express purpose of exchanging some of his own men for Pavel and his
friends.  But how had the bandit leader known they were even here?  They
had been here for less than two days!
     There was more going on here than met the eye!
     Jassem had to pack Pavel's anus with a piece of cloth to staunch the
bleeding, but Pavel had to admit that with this impromptu bandage in place,
he could move almost as well as before.  He was reminded of the story of
his own father's similar position when the pink mist first invaded the
island village of Marine and the orgy that had produced among its
population.  At least he hadn't been fucked by the monstrous pole of
Monster Tully and his prodigious prong!  Pavel had seen it once and agreed
with the general consensus, some cocks are fun for viewing, but not for
using!  If ever a man needed the gentle aid of the chastity belt of the
Arabs, it was poor ex-Marine Private Tully Brown!
     "Can you walk?" Pelen asked him when they were done.
     "To get out of here?" Pavel gave a mirthless grin. "I can walk.  Or
crawl, if I have to."
     But walking wasn't necessary or even permitted, Pavel had to once
again bear the barbed limbs of the Djinni who carried him and his friends
and the bandit leader out of the cavern and over to another cavern entrance
which was up the side of the valley wall and all by itself.  No Djinni was
near that entrance, though a large row of them were lined up not far below
it, beating their ventilating wings furiously.  It was like they feared it,
understandable when Pavel saw the rather copious pink mist which poured out
of it.  Oh, God, back into that mist?
     "Now you see why I took you again in the morning." Efram said in
satisfaction.  "Hold your breaths, it's not very deep until we're beyond
it, and with our balls nice and empty, we can make it through right
enough."  Efram strode through the mist, not looking back to see if they
were following.  Pavel took a deep breath at the edge of the mist, and then
raced into the cavern, ignoring his pained anus.  He wouldn't be driven by
lust into sex with Efram again, he wouldn't!
     The mist worried at Pavel's body with the claws and teeth of raw
passion, his cock surged despite the surfeit granted so short a time ago
(with Efram, no wonder his body rejected that attempt at release!) and
Pavel was panting from the attempts to hold his breath one more time (he
had been forced to take several breaths of the mist-laden air) when
suddenly they were beyond it and Pavel gulped hard, looked around with eyes
blurred with lust.  Who was nearby?  Anyone besides Efram!  In fact, where
<b><i>was</b></i> Efram?
     Jassem!  He was the next one out of the mist!  Jassem, his face
softened by need, his eyes wide and his lips parted in need, he welcomed
Pavel's arms around him, kissed him back with a fierceness that surprised
Pavel, coming as it did from the gentle soul of Jassem.
     And now Pelen joined them, turning the embrace into a triangle, and
Pavel kissed first Jassem, tasting those sweet lips utterly, then turning
to the equally kind Turtle Man, he tasted with happiness that satiny cheek,
and again felt the cleansing of his spirit, now the foul taste of Efram's
kisses were vanquished, chased from his mind by the gentle flavor of his
friends.
     Jethro came up behind Jassem and Pavel let him kiss Jassem's neck
before reaching for his strong, blond friend, putting a hand behind
Jethro's head and pulling that handsome face toward his own.  Pelen was
pulling off Pavel's clothing, and it fell gladly away at Pelen's simple
urging, and Jethro returned again to Jassem, and now the quadrangle had
separated into two couples.
     One day, Pavel thought, when we are in a time of peace, I must enjoy
my friends all at one time.  But now, his passion was blurring his senses
and he was glad enough that Pelen was once again here to share his joy with
him.
     For cleanliness followed in Pelen's touch, every place that Pelen
stroked him, his body felt renewed and, in some odd way, newly virginal
once more.  It was not enough to call this touch that of passion, there was
more to it.  Perhaps his heart had found a home after all!
     Pavel pushed away the impudent memory of Pelen's dictum that they
could never marry.  If he was meant for a lifetime of sharing just a
friendship, well, friendship on Desire was enough for him.  They four could
build a home together, combine their four strains of mankind into a single
whole.
     Pelen's lips reached for his and guillotined the thought entire, for
now there was this man to make love to, this wonderful, gentle, caring man,
and Pavel thrust aside their predicament, their problems, and their
uncertain future, here was the now and here was this lover, that was
enough.
     He went with Pelen to first their knees, holding the orange-haired
Turtle Man close all the while.  His body felt alive, alive!  It took him
some time, some long, slow, wonderful time of feeling Pelen's hands upon
him, the way they nourished his back with their tender tracks, the way they
regenerated his ravished soul, before he realized that there was more at
work here than the now-bypassed pink mist.
     There was a...a tone in this room, that somehow was resonating within
his body.  A solid, unvarying, and thus unnoticeable tone, it filled his
ears and vibrated his skin, turning it into a harmonic resonator, and thus
inflaming him.  This was new!  This tone filled this room, this white room
with the strangely warm floor of what seemed to be white marble with whiter
veins in it, so that it was like being in the Paradise they told you of
that lay beyond death, and here he was with his love.
     He lowered Pelen to the floor and Pelen, realizing his need to be in
control, gave himself to Pavel, diminishing and submitting himself to
Pavel's blandishments.  Pavel couldn't touch him enough, couldn't feed his
need for enough stimulation, his body craved more, more, even when he
hastily hawked some spit onto his palm and scrubbed his cock, and then fed
it into Pelen's hungrily clutching bowels, still he wanted more, more,
more!
     It was as if his other friends felt this as well, for soon Jassem was
kneeling at Pelen's head, joining them, and that beautiful Arab scimitar of
manhood arced up at his face, interposing itself between them, and Pavel
grinned at the dark rod, and while continuing to give Pelen deliberately
slow and gentle thrusts, to let Pelen accommodate himself to Pavel's
presence within him, Pavel reached out and took that turgid prick into his
mouth savored the strong male flavor of it, the musky scent, there was the
salty dab of precome on the tip as Pavel sent the thrilling cock into his
throat and let it pulse there.  Pelen was licking Jassem's balls and Jassem
crooned happily at the double-attention he was getting.
     Jethro was there, too, of course, and at first Pavel couldn't
understand; for Jethro stepped between himself and Jassem, but with his
back to Pavel.  Jethro's long, lithe legs bowed outward and Pavel was able
to once again slurp on Jassem's pud, which he did and he watched in
wonderment at what Jethro had planned.
     He saw the answer from the corner of his eye, Jethro lowered his body
enough to let him thrust his pale Connobaran dong into Jassem's navel, that
expanded and enhanced area due to the Waters of Life, and inside, he was
able to hold still, his special Connobaran muscles permitted him to
pleasure himself and Jassem without movement, by merely working his prong
as it was, vibrating it as Pavel remembered full well, and Jassem groaned
the more at his pleasure and joy.
     Pavel had more than enough man to work with himself, he had Pelen's
ass to fuck, Pelen's cock was ministered to by his hand, and Pavel's mouth
suckled on Jassem's prod, and thus the four men could and did share their
bodies at once, and in a way that would happen on no other world of
Mankind.
     That hum, that tone was everywhere within Pavel now, it drove him to
near insane fury even in the midst of his friends, he abandoned himself to
lust, he humped at Pelen's ass, raising those wonderfully smooth legs up to
where they could lock around his waist, and he pounded Pelen's butt with
hard thrusts, he pounded Pelen's cock with his feverishly fast fist, and he
sucked Jassem in tandem with his jabs into Pelen, so that he just managed
to keep up the high tempo of their lovemaking, so that he pleased both his
sex partners at the same time and in the same lusty speed.
     That tone was louder now, though still the same unending note, now it
was filling Pavel's ears, almost drowning out the cries of pleasure from
Pelen, wrung from his lips at each thrust into his bowels, the groans of
joy from Jassem as Jethro's talented pud thrilled him in a way Pavel could
not imagine, Jethro's own rough gasps of pleasure, and Pelen could only
grunt around Jassem's tumescent pole, adding that much of a hum to Jassem's
pleasure, and Jassem caught Pavel's head in his hands, and roughly hunched
at Pavel's lips, and then a splattering throng of sperm flew into Pavel's
mouth, the flow of a burst dam, high pressure explosions into him.
     Pavel gulped it all down greedily, savoring the taste more than the
need for air his own joy was making increasingly known, and he felt Pelen's
pud heat up and suddenly turn into a slimy tower in his hand, shooting his
wad in a way that it flowed rather than burst out of him, and so it soaked
Pavel's hand, turning his task into a handful of slime and goo, a palmful
of heated, salty, slippery jizz.
     Pavel felt the joy of his partners, and his own body climbed the
steppes of lust, each tread heightening the electrical jolt his body felt
all over, as if a million needles were prickling his skin from the inside,
and he released Jassem's now-flaccid prong and gasped in air, air!  He
needed air, and this his body accepted and used to speed up his sensations,
and now his body rose in a triumphal ecstasy, slow and somehow dignified in
the midst of this unknown place, as if he was being reborn in some way, and
when Jethro's humming prick reached its peak and suddenly loads of
Connobaran jism were squirting out of Jassem's navel-hole and dropping onto
Pavel's head with heavy splats, still he felt transported and in this high
rapture of sheer joy, he reached his peak and his climax was a thunderous
dome of excitement that filled him to the breaking point.  He was lost
within himself, his body was beyond his control, and he gave what were no
doubt some mundane strangled groans of joy (he couldn't hear himself at
all, that tone was everywhere now, possessing him utterly), and he spasmed
and jerked, his cock pummeled Pelen's ass which lay in drained submission
to him, and into that spent body he sprayed his own vitality, draining
himself as he did so, until that dome of pleasure shrank back into itself,
its power spent, deflating back to wherever it came from, and he was left
shattered and gasping, the sweat now covering his body feeling like it was
his very life's blood which had been squeezed from him.
     They fell into a chaotic mass of sex-slicked, drained male bodies, and
Pavel couldn't tell which was which in this morass, not even which was his
own.  He felt someone touching his back, but couldn't tell who, his own
lips had found and were kissing a nipple, but he couldn't decide if it were
Pelen's or Jethro's, for the skin was pale, and only that said it wasn't
Jassem's.
     Finished at last, his body gradually recovering, Pavel extricated
himself from this dogpile of exhausted lovers, and rose up to look around
him at last.
     They were alone in this room.  It galled him to have to do it, but
Pavel called out, "Efram?  Efram, where are you?"
     Nothing.  They were in a long hallway, and had entered it through one
of only a great many doorways.  There were no doors there, but (he couldn't
decide why) he couldn't see beyond any of these doorways.  It was as if
what was beyond just didn't exist, or existed in some way that his eyes
couldn't allocate or understand.  As if a primitive tribesman of now-lost
Earth were to suddenly see a jet flying low overhead, so that it was a
universe of noise and a flash of silvery steel, and how could he explain to
his fellows what he had seen and experienced, for there were no words and
no images in memory to call forth to compare it to.  It was like mist, and
it was like whiteness, and it was like spiderwebs, and it was all and none
of these at once.
     They dressed in confusion and Jethro was braver than Pavel, for while
Pavel stood up and cowered in indecision, and while Pelen and Jassem seemed
content to let them do the exploring, Jethro stepped up to a doorway and
said, "Huh!"  Then he stuck his hand into the doorway, surprised, he jerked
it back again.  "Damn!  That was cold!"
     "Your hand's wet!" Jassem observed.  Jethro looked down, his hand was
totally soaked, and so was his uniform sleeve so far as it had entered the
doorway.
     "Where is that bastard we came in with?" Jethro said.  "Pavel, you
were in first, did you see him?"
     "No, nothing." Pavel said.
     "Huh!" Jethro said again.  "Well, we had to have come in through that
one, let's poke a head through there and see what we see."
     Jassem was closest, and took it as an order, he obeyed and Pavel
gasped, for as Jassem stepped into that space, he faded from sight, as if
his body turned into mist as it entered the doorway.
     And then he was back again the same way.  He shuddered, shook his
head.  "It is the entrance we came out of." he groaned.  His cock was
tenting out his pants once again.
     "I'll take care of Jassem." Jethro said.  "Pavel, you and Pelen look
around, but be careful and don't go into any of them.  You might end up
who-knows-where."
     Jethro knelt to undo Jassem's trousers and suck that dark prick into
his mouth, and Pavel turned to Pelen and said.  "Let's leave them and look
around.  That bastard bandit leader can't be far from here."
     "There must be a way they've labeled these doors." Pelen said.  "If
each one goes somewhere on this world of ours, then if I were them, I would
put up some kind of label.  Maybe not words, but something.  Anything to
make sure I could find the right door in a hurry if I had to."
     "That makes a lot of sense." Pavel approved, and looked around.  The
white marble was so cleanly white that it took him some time to realize
that some later occupant had hacked symbols on the floor in front of each
door.  "And there they are."  He pointed.
     But they weren't anything he could identify.  Just shapes and
squiggles.
     "Looks like we'll have to wait for the others." Pelen said.  Jethro
had Jassem groaning in pleasure.  "They'll be done soon."
     Pavel grinned.  "That's for certain.  But let's start by looking at
the doorway Jethro reached into.  The one where he got wet."
     That doorway had...  "Of course!" Pavel said.  "It's a drop of water.
A teardrop shape."
     "A teardrop for water." Pelen agreed.  Jassem gave out a rapturous
groan and explosion of sounds.  "And over here is...this must be my own
valley.  An Angel's wing."  It was almost a blob, but Pavel agreed it was
meant to be a single wing.
     "And over here.  Hah!  The letter H.  Must be their home valley.
Well, we don't want to go there just now, we need to get back to Medina
Jadeed.
     "Here is one that looks like a broken X." Pelen said.  Jassem and
Jethro were done and coming to join them.
     "That's the sacred symbol." Jethro said.  He meant the swastika, for
Connobar had taken its uniforms for its soldiers including the swastika,
from an old image that Stepwith had shown them, accepting none of the evil
that symbol had ever been, for they were innocent of such knowledge and
Pavel's father had determined they should never know its true meaning.
     "Your own valley." Pavel settled for saying.  "Well, we knew that they
had access to a lot of places, and these doors could go...who knows where?"
     They didn't recognize the next few symbols they found, and chose not
to explore them just then.  For they next found what was undoubtedly the
shape of a scimitar.
     "This must be the doorway to the Arab Plains." Pavel said.
     "I think you are right."
     Pavel looked at his friends, realized they were waiting for his
decision.  Even Jethro, who had a strong will of his own. "Well, we can
only find out one way.  I'm going in."
     And he stepped into the doorway.
     And was looking out into the Arab Plains.  To his left, only perhaps a
mile away and plainly visible, was Medina Jadeed.  Efram waited a short
distance in that direction with a grin on his face.  With him were several
others of his bandit tribe.
     No wonder the bandits had brought the oranges and bread of Medina
Jadeed to the Djinni captives!

			     END OF CHAPTER 17