PLANET OF DESIRE II
                              THE SPERM WARS

				Chapter 12
			     "Our Own Weapons"

     Ivan and Al carried their unconscious captive in the front door as
Pavel and Lukas carried the other Connobaran in by the kitchen.  Ivan could
see the despair in the eyes of their one conscious prisoner, and deduced
from it that they had indeed captured everyone.  That's the trouble with a
10-year-old being an adult, he thought.  They didn't have much experience
with life despite their physical maturity.
     Ivan put down the man and left Al and Lukas, hopefully trained in such
things, to tie up the prisoners.  He walked over to Colonel Slayton and the
others, gathered around talking about the experience.  "Does anyone here
still need convincing?" he asked.
     "I'm convinced." Colonel Slayton said.  "My ship isn't very far from
the pass and we have forward batteries still.  If you can give me the
coordinates of that pass, we'll blast it shut and that'll be an end of the
problem."
     "Only partially." David said.  "What about the grunkels?"
     "What, those little green and orange creatures your people put on us
at the village?  I thought that was an odd sort of thing to pull on new
guests to your planet, frankly, though it was very good at what it does.
What have they got to do with anything?"
     David explained the unique role of the grunkels in their lives.  "So
if we stop the grunkels from going to Connobar, who's to know if they'll
stop helping our children into adulthood."
     "I see." Colonel Slayton seemed amused.  "An interesting problem you
have here, having children with no women."
     "The Connobarans have their own problems." Ivan reminded him.  "And
that's why they're about to invade us."
     Colonel Slayton's communicator buzzed.  He spoke to it in an
incomprehensible mumble, then shut it.  "My men have a supply of the pods
and understand how to use them.  We'll try it your way if the force isn't
too big, but I've ordered my men to carry their constalasers and use them
if necessary.  That first force isn't going to get through the pass.  I
guarantee that."
     "The problem is trickier than that." Father Deladier put in.  "We're
running up against our own population barrier."
     "What?" Ivan said.
     "The Temple of Children can no longer simply accommodate everyone who
walks in and wants a child.  No more than three people can be in the
branches of the Sacred Tree at one time.  Attempts to graft cuttings from
the Sacred Tree have failed.  So we have begun to establish a waiting list.
We are going to announce it at the vernal equinox festival next month."
     "I see." Ivan said.  "So even if Al and I want more children...."
     "You'll get them." Father Deladier said.  "You'll just have to wait
about a week or two."
     "Two weeks is nothing." Ivan said.  "Except how long before we are in
the same boat as the Connobarans?  Many more men wanting children than can
have them?"
     "What about these eggs you mentioned." Grahr said, coming up from
behind.  Colonel Slayton seemed annoyed with Grahr's presence at this
meeting, and promptly got up to walk over and sit away from the Slan.
     Ivan couldn't help but remark the angry frown the Colonel wore.
"Colonel, the Slan and humans on this planet have agreed to get along in
peace."
     "You have but I haven't, and don't intend to." Colonel Slayton said.
     "About these eggs." Grahr repeated and Ivan turned to his Slan friend.
"Would they work for the Slan as well?"
     "I don't know." Ivan admitted.  "Maybe."
     "Then the Slan have a reason of their own to join this war." Grahr
said.  "This odd war without killing.  If we can capture their egg maker,
whatever it is, we can have children of our own on this planet."
     "We'll try to capture an egg from the invaders and test it out." Ivan
promised.  "I have my own question about the eggs to prove out."
     "What's that?" Father Deladier wanted to know.
     "One thing I didn't say at the village is that after I left the
Council meeting, I spoke with an elderly man who claims to be one of the
First Facilitators."  Ivan recounted the meeting word for word.  He noticed
the Connobarans alert and listening to him.  "So another reason we don't
dare kill the Connobarans, if we believe this man, is because our children
are among them.  When I first talked to him, I believed him.  Then I got to
thinking that he could be an elderly man who was worried about a son or
grandson in the army and wanted to throw a scare into us."
     "And if he is telling the truth?"
     "It would explain why one of their men looked so much like me.  And
another man looks like a neighbor of mine.  And why so many of them are
blond-haired, which is a recessive trait and not at all common in this
valley.  But if you assume one of the First Facilitators was blond- haired,
that would explain it.  But I wouldn't help kill the Connobarans, anyway.
I can sympathize with their plight.  What I want to do is negotiate a truce
whereby they send their young men over here in careful allotments and we
assist them to have their children.  The pass is long and narrow in many
places, we can close off the entire thing easily enough.  I don't think
there's another way through those mountains at all."
     "Hmm."  David said.  "If the facilitator is actually contributing half
the genetic makeup of the child, why couldn't four Connobarans have
children without our help?"
     "Another good question." Ivan agreed.  "I can answer by saying that
first, they have enough trouble arranging to shoot right after the
Facilitator, and also that they've had Facilitators before they had the
population squeeze.  Still, if we had a supply of the eggs, we could test
them out.  I wouldn't mind being the test subject for whether the eggs
would work for our people.  Having a son with Al as the other father sounds
pretty good to me.  Grahr would be happy to see if the eggs work for Slan."
     "I wouldn't." Colonel Slayton said.
     "Ahem!" Ivan cleared his throat.  "But first let's get a supply of the
eggs and take it from there."
     "I wonder if our new friends here have eggs." David said.  "If I were
in their situation, wanting children and not able to have them, and I were
sent to a valley where we were, I'd be smuggling the eggs in every
conceivable hiding place I had."
     "True." Ivan said.  "I have to agree.  Now if the Connobarans will
tell us where they keep their egg supply locally, we can test all our
questions."
     "Why should we help you?" one of the Connobarans demanded.
     Ivan looked over.  "It may mean we can work out a solution to this
war."
     "And who's going to pay us back the cost of getting the eggs we may or
may not have with us?"
     "Elwin!" One of the others said.  "Hush!"
     "Why should I?" Elwin countered.  "Marshall and I have one of those
eggs with us, I'll admit that, and I'm sure most of you do, too.  We had
planned to use it when we could to have a child.  I had to sell my family's
farm to raise the money for it.  You think the Council will reimburse me
for that if I waste it on these men's experiments?  You others do what you
will.  My egg is hidden in the jungle and it's staying there until I'm
ready for it.  Rapists!" he shouted at Ivan.
     Ivan was puzzled.  "What?"
     Elwin seemed ready to blubber.  "Look at Marshall."  Ivan looked over
at the man Al had taken out, in a seated position, face down on his arms
resting atop his knees.  He was dirty, of course, and seemed rather shaken.
"He's my husband, and one of your men took him down and raped him.  Do you
think I can ever forgive that?"  Tears began.  "How am I going to hold him
in my arms again and love him, knowing that one of you freaks has torn him
open with your damned cocks and pumped it inside of him like a pile-driver,
ripping him to pieces while you...."  Elwin put his head down on his arms
and sobbed.
     Al was disconcerted.  "I'm right sorry.  Both of you.  I popped that
pod under his nose and he was all over me.  I got carried away."
     "You were soldiers in a battle." Colonel Slayton said to the
Connobarans.  "Did you think war was something clean and comfortable,
filled with glory and good times?  What were you thinking when you put on
that uniform?"
     "They've never had a foe to fight before today." Ivan said.  "They're
really more of a local guard force.  They came here not expecting to fight
anybody.  Remember that not a one of them entered this house brandishing
any weapons.  They intended to fight us hand-to-hand, knock us out, and
take us back to Connobar."
     "After using us themselves for a short time." David added.  "Don't
forget that part of it."
     "It's not so bad, being their Facilitator." Ivan said.  "You shoot
your wad over their egg and they shoot right after, and the new life
begins.  I've watched them cradle that egg in their arms like a child, like
it's the most precious thing in their lives."  Ivan looked over to Pavel
and Mikhail.  "Looking forward to the day when they can see their boys
become men, just like we have.  But they keep their Facilitators in a
prison, and when one guy tried to escape by jumping, they left him crippled
up so he couldn't do it again.  I can't forget that, either!"  Ivan raised
his fists to the sky in fury.  "There has to be an answer here somewhere!
We just aren't seeing it!"
     The communicator buzzed again.  He again talked, and Ivan knew this
time the language was one he had never heard before.  When Colonel Slayton
ended the call, he said, "The Connobarans are coming through the pass.  A
large force, perhaps five hundred men, no armaments.  They appear to be
planning to bear us down by weight of numbers.  My men are deployed and
ready to counter.  I have told Lieutenant Little Bear to use all necessary
force.  They'll use the pods as long as they can, but if they have to,
they'll use their weapons."
     "Very well." Ivan said.  He saw that the group was looking to him for
leadership here.  Gods, he wasn't set up for commander-in-chief!  He was
just a man on the spot, trying to protect his home.  "We'll wait to see
what happens next.  Pavel, Mikhy, Osgood, James, better pack some things
into a bag.  We may have to run at a moment's notice.  Al and I will pack
our own bags."
     "Sure thing." Al agreed.  "But first, I got to give a little payback."
     "What?" Ivan asked.
     "If the guy I raped outside will tell me where their egg is, I'll go
get it and I'll be their Facilitator." Al said.  "You don't mind, do you?"
     "No." Ivan smiled.  "If the theory is right, I've got at least three
children running around in Connobar myself.  If you want to make it up to
these men by helping them father a child, I say do it."
     Elwin looked at Marshall. "Darling?  Darling?  What do you want to
do?"
     "Come on, man." Al said.  "I really didn't know you guys were so
sensitive about your asses.  I was just trying to show you a good time.  I
didn't mean any harm.  Let me give you guys a child, okay?  I really want
to."  No answer from Marshall.  "Tell you what." Al said.  "You want to,
you can prong me up the ass while you're at it.  Hard as you want to.  Both
of you at once.  Suit yourselves."
     "You can't believe what a generous offer you're getting there." Ivan
said.  "Al tends to take the top position."
     "Marshall?  Honey, please.  This is the chance we were looking for.
Don't even have to force the guy."
     "Maybe he doesn't want Al to be the one." Ivan suggested.  "Who'd want
a rapist to be the father of their child?  If I'll do instead, I will.  Or
take your pick of the men in this room and I'll put the offer to them.
We're all pretty relaxed about having sex here."
     "You want to make it up to me?" Marshall looked up suddenly.  "Any way
I want you to?"
     "Sure thing.  You just name it."
     "I don't want you to be the Facilitator." Marshall said first,
fiercely.  "I'll never take that chance."
     "All right." Al said, rather deflated.
     "But to make it up to me, why don't you take on more than just Elwin
and me?  Why don't you ride every one of my mates' cocks while I watch
you."
     Al goggled.  "Huh?"
     "Every one of them.  I want to watch you get your ass plugged but
good.  Time and again.  Over and over and over!"
     "Now wait just a minute!" Al said.  "I offered payback, but...."
     "That's the only way I'll say we're even." Marshall said.
     "But what I offered...."
     "And that's why I don't want it.  I want something you don't want!
Something you're not going to like!"
     "Let me think about that." Al said.  "Let's go pack a jumpbag, Ivan."
     Ivan went with Al to their room.  Silence reigned as they gathered
some belongings.  Finally, Al said, "I don't think I can do that.  Even if
I did misuse the guy, he's asking too much."
     "I agree." Ivan said.  "He's asking a lot more out of you than you
offered him."
     "Yeah." Al said.  He stuffed the bag with clothes, then placed his
pistol on top.  To keep it handy, Ivan realized.  "What would you do,
Ivan?"
     "Me?" Ivan said.  "I don't know.  I sort of misused one of the
Connobarans myself, back in Connobar.  It's easy to forget that they make
love differently than we do.  A lot differently.  They just sort of stick
it in and hold it there, and it pulses until they shoot."
     "Really?" Al said.  "That guy didn't do it when I used the pod on
him."
     "The pod seems to short that out on them." Ivan said.  "Jethro ended
up pumping away."
     "Yeah, where is Jethro?" Al asked.
     "Last I saw, Fortin took him with him to his room.  Fortin seems to be
trying to make things up to Jethro, and now that he's not quite as
cock-mad, maybe Fortin intends to keep him happy by being his fuck-boy."
     "Maybe." Al said.  "It's only fair."
     "I think we all have to decide what is fair and what isn't."
     "I used that guy in a way he didn't want to be used." Al ruminated.
"It's fair that he gets to see me used the same way.  I'm going to do it!"
And Al, always a man of action more than words, left Ivan in their room and
walked out.
     Ivan smiled and finished looking around the room, found a couple more
items to stuff into the bag and left it in the corner.  On his way back to
the main room, he peeked into Fortin's room.  Jethro was in bed with
Fortin, their arms were around each other, and both were sound asleep.  Let
it be, Ivan decided, I'll warn Lukas to pack some things for Fortin.
     Back in the main room, Ivan saw that most of their guests had left.
Sleeping elsewhere, Ivan decided, or chose to travel at night to their home
villages despite the dangers of the jungle in order to warn of the attack.
Only Father Deladier was still there and Colonel Slayton, who seemed to be
trying to direct a battle from his pocket communicator.  Ivan wished he
would use clear language, there was no need for secret battle languages on
this planet.  Who was going to hear it?  But the Colonel had a worried look
on his face.  Father Deladier was on his knees working on Colonel Slayton's
cock, freeing his mind for the battle.  It seemed to be a case of
washing-up-afterwards, for Colonel Slayton was quite flaccid.  Or was it
the battle?  Ivan would ask when he had a chance.
     Lukas and David were there, David fucking Lukas' ass while Lukas kept
a slug-thrower rifle trained on the captive Connobarans.  Five of whom were
now only in foot chains and waiting in a line for the chance to fuck Al's
ass.  Marshall and Elwin were sitting side-by-side, watching the
proceedings, working each other's cocks while Marshall watched Al's
humiliation with avid eyes.
     "No, no Adelstan!" Marshall said.  "Don't just stick it in and hold it
there.  Fuck them the way they fuck us!  Make it hurt the bastard!"
     Al was completely nude, the Connobarans were fully dressed, including
the one fucking Al's ass right then.  A tall man, Ivan had learned that
usually meant a long dong attached to it.  Probably the biggest of the
group, that would fit Marshall's plans.  Al was grimacing in pain as he
held on tight to the gray-uniformed soldier, grunting sounds slipping from
his lips with every thrust of the long, tall soldier.
     "That's the way, Adelstan!" Marshall barked.  "Give it to him hard.
Make the bastard yell like I did.  Make him fucking scream his lungs out.
I want his ass red-raw!"
     Ivan watched Al, who seemed mostly all right at the moment.  He needed
this act of contrition, Ivan knew, but it sounded like Elwin was pushing
things too far.
     "Oh, yeah!" Al said.  "Come on, fuck me hard!  Fuck me hard!"  Yeah!
Yeah, Yay-is!"
     Ivan smiled.  Al was all right.  He sat down to watch this rather
remarkable experience.
     Al's body was a golden sheen in the yellowish light of the
wall-torches.  The Connobaran atop him was a gray and black-booted phantom,
sparkling only where the lights caught his buttons and insignia.  Al's feet
went up to wrap around him and hook into the backs of his knees and Al
rocked as the uniformed ass bobbed up and down atop him.
     "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!" Al groaned with each lunge of the long cock into
him.  His head rocked in time to the motions and he saw Ivan watching,
managed a grin.
     Ivan pulled his cock out of his fly and began to beat it in time to
the movements of the Connobaran soldier.  The soldier lasted a bit longer
and then grunted, his body arced into one long curve and he was pumped his
jism into Al's ravaged butt.  As soon as his orgasm finished, and the
soldier fell atop Al, Marshall barked, "All right, Adelstan, out of the
way.  Fulton, your turn!  Hurry up, stick it right inside that sticky ass
of his!"
     Fulton was shorter and squatter than his comrades, not chubby, but
rather like a wide powerhouse.  He grabbed Al's ankles and knelt down, his
cock protruding from his trousers and Fulton was not in the least gentle
about it, his cock found Al's asshole and he shoved it in deep and hard,
with no lubrication at all.
     Al groaned.  "Agh, damn, man, take it easy!"
     "Don't you dare, Fulton!" Marshall snarled.  "This is my revenge
you're getting for me.  Fuck him hard!"
     Ivan watched as this second soldier raped his husband, with quick,
sharp jabs that grew groans from Al, mercifully lasting only a short time
before he shot his wad into Al as well.
     "Day-em, ma-en, that burns!" Al complained.
     "Next!  Wilbur!" Marshall snapped.  "Move it, faster!"
     Wilbur was a dark-hued man appearing half-black, with skin like smooth
cocoa butter, hair only slightly kinked, and he entered Al with a certain
gentleness.  His own movements were gentle swayings like a tree in a high
breeze, smooth and clean, and Al groaned, gasped, and shot his load all
over himself.  Wilbur gasped, moaned softly, and then pulled out, obviously
done in a quiet way.
     "Tristan!" Marshall ordered.  The fourth Connobaran was blond-haired,
square jawed, handsome as hell.  Tristan pulled out an ivory-white cock
and, turning Al onto his stomach, lifted Al's butt back until he was
resting on his knees and shoulders, arm splayed out to either side, Tristan
pushed into Al with a rough impudence.  Ivan fondled his engorged cock,
beginning to be incredibly turned on by Al's humiliation at the hands of
their prisoners.  Al was such a top-man, and to see him taking on cock
after cock, one after the other, caused an odd stirring inside of Ivan,
touching a part of him he'd never known he had.  He wanted to keep watching
this, wanting there to be a long line of men instead of the sole soldier
left after handsome Tristan.  Tristan pounded him with a strong, Aryan fury
and Al lay his face to one side, mouth open, slack-jawed and exhausted.
Tristan reached under him to pound Al's pud for him while he fucked Al and
soon Al was shooting yet another wad onto the floor while Tristan grimaced,
an angry lust on his face as he fucked Al hard and shot his load in a wide
spray that escaped to land all around the two writhing bodies.
     "Aslan!" Marshall barked, and the last soldier knelt down as Tristan
was rising, replacing the long blond cock with a stubbier, wider,
dark-skinned love-muscle attached to the dark- skinned man.  This one
looked almost Indian and Ivan again saw the works of the Facilitator's own
genes in the Connobaran pool.  This could be one of the Coomaraswamy
brothers in the gray Nazi uniform, plowing Al's very ravaged ass instead of
a stranger.  He had obviously been very excited by his predecessors'
actions, for he had no more than inserted his prong into Al's come-packed
butt until he was adding his own love-juices to the mixture.  A few
thrusts, and Al's punishment was over.
     Al lay there as Aslan stood up.  "Come on, who's next!  Please, I need
more, more, more!" he begged.
     Ivan grinned and went over to his husband, knelt down and began to
lovingly lick Al's ass, tasting the pungent taste of Al's puckerhole
combined with the salty sperm of the five men who had plowed his husband's
ass and perhaps just a little bit of blood.  Al had been savagely used, but
apparently hadn't suffered much physically from all the punishment.
     "Damn that feels good, whoever you are!" Al moaned.  "Fuck me some
more, please!"
     Ivan put his fingers to his lips at David's obvious beginning to
answer him and Ivan pushed into him just as if he had been one of the
Connobarans.
     It didn't fool Al one bit.  "Ah, Ivan!" he moaned.  "Fuck me some
more.  I need more, please!"
     Ivan began to bounce in and out of his husband's much-plowed ass, not
being at all gentle.  Who knew when he'd have this chance again?  He fucked
Al roughly and finally shot his own wad into the heady mixture inside Al's
bowels.
     "Don't take it out, please!" Al begged when Ivan was done.  "Just a
little longer.  You never get soft when you're done and I need that,
please!"
     Ivan kept his still-rigid cock inside Al per request and looked over
at Colonel Slayton, who was silent on his communicator.  David and Lukas
were tying back the prisoners, both with rather prominent erections.  "How
goes the battle, Colonel?" Ivan asked.
     "They're getting away." the Colonel admitted.  "We weren't prepared
for a night fight and don't have infrared goggles for our men.  We've
managed to capture over two-thirds of the men who had tried to make it
through the pass, but plenty of them slipped around.  It was a good thing
the others didn't decide to wait to warn their own villages."
     "So how are you men doing?" Ivan asked.  The Colonel's company weren't
used to Desire yet, and hadn't really gotten used to the demands it would
make on their bodies.  Then to give them pods that would make anyone horny
and tell them to go out into the jungle to a mountain pass and jump the men
coming through it, who were wearing costumes straight out of history, and
pop the pods without inhaling any of it themselves.  Try not to kill
anyone, but fuck them and go on to the next.  How would a Marine handle
just a strange request?
     "My men are fine."
     "Where are they now?"
     "Most of them are in their barracks, getting their asses fucked." The
Colonel said.  "Most of my men couldn't believe a single pod would be
enough and used more of them.  My second ordered them to take care of the
consequences, so most of my company is now lying in their beds, side by
side, while a bunch of imitation Nazis fuck their asses again and again."
     "It appears that the dosage will eventually wear off." Ivan said.
"Jethro seems to be coming around.  He's sleeping with Fortin right now."
     "Still, it's an odd battle we just got through fighting." The Colonel
ruminated.  "My men have had their fill of fighting as it is."
     "Yes, that reminds me." Ivan said.  "We haven't had any news of Earth
in a long time.  How goes the war?  Last I heard, Earth was in trouble."
     "We were part of a large convoy ferrying refugees." Colonel Slayton
said.  "Close to the middle of it, too.  Why weren't the other ships caught
in the same field we were?"
     "If the other ships had so much as a single woman on board, they
wouldn't have been touched." David said.  "Where was your convoy headed?"
     "Zapat." Colonel Slayton said.  "We were ferrying civilian refugees
there.  It's about the only place left that will hold the refugees."
     "Zapat?" David asked, frowned.  "That's a dry, hot planet.  Why
weren't you taking them to Earth?"
     "You really want to know?" Colonel Slayton said, a dark look on his
face.
     "Let us have it." Ivan said.
     "The Slan invented a weapon that can bake an entire planet, turn it
into molten rock.  They were bringing it to bear on Earth when we left."
     "But, you mean...." David said, stricken.
     "I mean that by now, Earth is a barren planet, totally without life."
Colonel Slayton said.  "And probably will never be able to support life
again."
     "But couldn't they have surrendered? David asked.
     "You don't get it." Colonel Slayton said.  "We have surrendered.  The
Slan won the war almost a year ago.  They're keeping all the planets that
they occupied during the war, and as a final punishment for us humans for
daring to fight them, they decided to destroy our home planet.  Mankind is
still around the universe, on a lot of worlds, but the planet Earth is no
longer among them.  We managed to evacuate less than ten percent of the
population before they arrived with their weapons, and that was almost
entirely children.  We were on the last convoy out and I saw the weapon
being deployed.  Over eight billion people died with the Earth.  Now, got
any more questions about the war?"
     "I guess not." David said faintly.
     Colonel Slayton looked around at the scene, the farmhouse filled with
men and children, the bound Connobarans looking at each other as if they
suddenly didn't feel like fighting any more, and finally at Ivan.  "My ship
might be able to take off from this planet, but between you and me, I see
no reason to try.  This place is a lot better than where we were heading,
once you get used to the idea of no women anywhere.  My men will be willing
to make it their new home, I'm sure.  Now let's get back to work on dealing
with the threat to this valley, because we're all going to be staying here
for the rest of our lives.  And all of you can forget about any rescue ship
ever coming to get you and take you back home.  Earth is gone."

                        END OF CHAPTER 12