First Immortals Ch. 03

We were put into a circle around Wane, and then we were frozen so we could not look away. He was obviously going to be punished, and it was clearly intended to also be a warning for the rest of us.

While Wane was frozen a couple of the YW's moved in front of him, and they put some of their tendrils into his uniform. He stayed frozen for few minutes, and then they released him. He just grinned.

"Oh, fuck that's good," Wane eventually moaned, and his hips started moving in a fucking action.

I realised that he too was feeling the pleasure of fucking Keisha, and I felt kind of jealous. I have never been too worried about sharing my sex partners around, but these were my actual feelings from when I had fucked Keisha, and they were being given to somebody else. It was weird.

"Shit yeah," Wane moaned a few minutes later, and his actions quickened. The YW's glowed brightly, and one stared to go purple. They were getting excited too.

Wane looked ridiculous humping nothing, but he was really getting into it, and was acting as if we weren't there at all. The YW's got brighter and brighter, and both had progressed from blue to purple by the time it all happened.

"I'm gonna fucking cum," Wane shouted, and then he thrust his hips forward, and the YW's went red.

"Yeah that's what I want," Wane cried as he jerked and writhed in ecstasy. It didn't look good to any of us, but it must have felt amazing to him judging by his reaction. But then his shout of triumph turned into one of pain as something changed and Wane crumpled like something had sucked the insides out of him. The YW's went pink and they seemed to glow brightly from within. Wane was dead, there was no way he could be alive looking like that, and I guessed that the YW's had used the opening into his body created by his orgasm to enter and literally suck the life out of him.

It was disgusting, but we were frozen into position and we had to watch the entire revolting thing. After that we had to watch the two glowing YW's being escorted off by a group of others, and then we had to watch as Wane's breather and boots were removed and his crumpled remains floated off into space.

Eventually Gibbo was released and he did the same thing that I had done earlier. He told the guys that there was no point fighting the YW's, they were too strong. But I was already starting to hatch a plan by then, so I didn't listen real hard.

While all the YW's had been there I couldn't move at all, but now there were a lot less and I managed to move the fingers on my right hand a tiny bit. I was starting to wonder just how many of us each YW could freeze at one time.

The thought also crossed my mind that there could be a way to resist this new way of killing us. Wane had been pretty low on the lingam list, apparently because he didn't last too long. I wondered if we might be able to live through it if we didn't cum. What would happen to the YW's then? I didn't say anything at the time but I did go out to take a piss late that night and I masturbated. Because of my high profile lifestyle on Earth and in the Mayflower this was not something at which I had had a lot of practice, so it took a while to get it right, but I didn't want a lot of back pressure if I had to hold off for a long time later.

Ninety seven men had left the Mayflower, and now, just two days later there were only ninety two of us left. By the end of the next day it was ninety because of one spiking and one punishment that was almost identical to Wane's. This time, however it was Gerd Cax, and his crime was picking the lowest number of fruit for the day.

By now we were hoping that the YW's weren't going to send the women down. The game was way too deadly.

I had a quiet word with Gibbo about both of my theories, and he was very impressed with the fact that I had managed to move while I was frozen but not even mildly interested in my idea of masturbation as a defence. To be fair masturbation has always had a very negative image over my rather long lifetime, I mean why play alone when there are always others around to play with? I decided to keep doing it, but to keep it quiet. I thought it was OK in the circumstances, because there was nobody else around who I wanted to play with.

We did pass the word around about trying to move while frozen, and time eventually showed that about half of us could do it to some extent and the rest just couldn't. I kept pushing myself when we were frozen and soon I could make my right hand move quite a bit if there were a lot of us nearby.

My theory on the numbers also proved to be pretty right too. One YW could freeze up to about twenty of us and after that the people furthest away had quite a bit of movement left. If it was one just freezing say five or less of us I really struggled to move my hand at all, but I still kept trying.

For the two weeks following our capture a routine set in. We went out in the morning and picked fruit all day. When the small carts were full we wheeled them to a much bigger cart and emptied the fruit into it. We were allowed our ten percent to keep us alive, but that was all it was doing. It was not making us healthy or strong, it was just subsistence living. Each night we were forced to watch as the man who had picked the least fruit for the day was killed in the same way that Wane had been, and a couple of very contented YW's were escorted away by the others. What amazed me was the guys who were killed seemed to enjoy the build-up, even knowing what was going to happen. It just didn't make sense.

After the gruesome executions we were left in our cave overnight. Sleeping was just the weirdest thing. Because of the reverse gravity the only way we could lie down was to take our boots off, but when we did the ceiling became the floor. The hard bit was climbing back up (down?) to our boots and then trying to put them back on. This was particularly difficult when we had waited too long to go to the toilet, but without our boots we would have walked out and just disappeared off the face of the planet. We soon found out that the YW's had set a perimeter around the cave. We could go outside to perform our ablutions, but we couldn't explore far from the cave without encountering a YW that would send us back.

We had an 'escape club' meeting every night. We tried to find the chink in the YW's armour that would provide us with a way of striking back and getting clear of this disgusting planet. Here we were merely slaves, maybe even less, and every day passing made us weaker in strength and in numbers. But try as we may the only breakthrough we made was the knowledge that some of us could move slightly when frozen. That really gave us nothing immediate to work with.

We also discussed at length what the fate of the women might be. On our planet we had long since gone past the old chauvinistic idea that it was the job of the males to protect the females, but we had spent years in close confines with this group. They were our workmates, our bosses, our subordinates, our lovers, our friends and our sparring partners. Knowing how helpless we were just made us more concerned about them.

Finally I managed to get a bit of a break. The big cart was full and a squad of ten was selected, including me, and we pushed it along a rough track away from the area in which we worked and lived. We were not allowed to stop for anything, but the pace was steady enough that we could have four working at pushing and the others could keep pace while picking fruit to eat and taking a quick piss if necessary. If we hit a hill we all pitched in, but the track was mostly quite level, so the work wasn't too hard. We would talk occasionally and as usual the YW's didn't seem to notice or mind. I decided that they didn't have the capability to hear things as we did because we never managed to communicate with them at all with our voices.

After a couple of hours we noticed the monotonous vegetation (there was only the one plant on the planet as far as we could see) thinning out, and the road surface changed from compacted dirt to some sort of dark metallic green polished stone. In the distance we saw something looming and I realised we were approaching some sort of a town. I had wondered where and how the YW's lived; I mean a species so advanced wouldn't need to sleep in caves would they?

Our excitement grew as we got closer and soon we passed a low dome by the side of the road. One turned to two and then they just got more numerous. These were the YW's homes, and we would occasionally see a YW inside one of the structures looking at us curiously. But we were kept at a distance. There were five YW's escorting us, and by the look of it only two were there to guard us and the other three of them were needed to keep the curious locals at a safe distance. I have never been really sure if it was to protect us from them or if it was the other way around.

On three occasions we passed through an area that must have been some sort of invisible gate. We had started collecting a few hangers on in the outskirts and by the time we reached the first such area they all just stopped. There was nothing to suggest a gate but after we passed that point the dwellings got bigger and sort of cleaner. We collected a few more curious YW's as we went along, and these looked a bit larger and a bit brighter in colour. There was definitely some sort of a class system here, and this was even more obvious as went through another invisible point. The new YW's were larger and brighter again, and this time they were obviously the next class up from the ones who were escorting us. As soon as we were in this area one of the new ones joined us and it took over the task of keeping the curious at a distance.

The final invisible gateway took us into what was quite clearly a power plant. There was one huge building that had a very strong smell of the fruit, except it was a sort of rotten smell too. Our guards waited outside as three new ones guided us into an opening in the building and all of a sudden we were just a couple of metres under a massive store of the fruit. We looked up in amazement, realising that there must have been millions of pieces of fruit there and the smell of decay grew even stronger inside. I still have no idea of what power the YW's had, but it must have been based on the fermentation or rotting process of the fruit. The YW's positioned the cart under an area that was a bit higher that most and they pivoted the front wheel section forward and then quickly flipped the cart on its front. All the fruit we had painstakingly picked poured up to the roof in a matter of moments.

The cart was dropped back down, the wheels returned to position and we were being herded back out again. It was late afternoon, but by the look of things we were going to have to walk all the way back without a break. By now we were quite hungry but they wouldn't let us pick any fruit until we had left the stone road. It was while I was picking fruit much later that it happened.

Picking the fruit in the day time was risky enough, but in the semi darkness of an eerie moonlit night it was harder still. I pulled a fruit too quickly, and my hand hit my chest.

"Shit," I muttered, startled rather than hurt.

"I beg your pardon?" a voice enquired hopefully from my previously silent communicator, and my heart leapt. I would know that voice anywhere.

"Bira?" I said, "how are you, where are you?" I had a million questions.

"I'm fine Josh," she said, and she sounded happy. "I'm just taking the shuttle for a spin to make sure it's OK."

"Oh," I said, relieved, "are they, er, treating you all right?" Bira must have caught the tone in my voice.

"Yes," she responded, "what's the matter? What are they doing to you?" I took a deep breath.

"It's pretty bad here," I managed to say; "we've lost a few guys."

"Lost as in dead?"

"Yep," I said, trying to work out how she could help us to escape.

"How?"

"Later," I said, realising we might not have a lot of time to talk. "Is there a YW with you?"

"No, just me and Feliss," she said, all business now.

"Have they searched the shuttle?" I asked.

"No, why?"

"Later," I said again, "how often do you get to take it out?"

"This is the first time," she said, "and they somehow knew the thermal drive was getting low."

"OK," I said, trying to think quickly, "try to get out at least once a week if you can."

"I'll try," she promised, "what else do you need?"

"How many YW's on the Mayflower?" I asked.

"Usually about ten, they keep well away from us though."

"Good," I replied, "don't let on that you know something is wrong here, they might boost their numbers."

"All rig........." Bira's voice faded away as she went out of range, and I cursed and then headed back to the others.

"Josh," her voice returned, she must have doubled back.

"Got you now," I replied happily.

"I'll have to get back or they might get suspicious,"

"OK, if you can try to get some sort of idea of the lay of the land, like where are the power stations and the spaceships," I suggested.

"Oh, I'll try," Bira said hesitantly.

"I miss you," I said honestly.

"Me too, even Feliss can't lick pussy like you do," she said, and I heard an indignant squeak in the background. Then they were gone again, but they left a vivid mental picture seared into my mind. Damn I needed to be with Bira again, I just wasn't suited to life without sex.

I got back to the cart and took my turn pushing.

"First sign of madness, talking to yourself," Breg Dasv said with a grin.

"Communicator," I explained, and all the guys within earshot turned to me.

"What...?" Breg said, but I cut him off.

"Girls are all fine," I said quickly, "but we'd better wait until we get back."

We all looked at the nearest YW and it was paying no attention to us, but they nodded their understanding. The pace we were moving at crept up a bit.

We were very late getting in to the cave, but the buzz of interest from our group soon had everyone awake and they were all asking me the same questions one after the other. The hard bit was all the unanswered questions, all those things I should have found out but didn't. Eventually we all hit the sack and I went outside to take a piss. I expected Gibbo to follow me out, and I wasn't disappointed.

"You've got a plan," he said.

"Yep," I agreed, and I told him.

It had been a while since I had seen Gibbo really smile, but a long shot is a heap better than no shot.

Our real problem was that we were getting weak. Every day reduced our numbers by at least one and our strength was reduced too. I continued to masturbate regularly, but I didn't say anything about that to the others. I also kept testing my ability to move when we were frozen, and this improved as time went by. The same happened for the others who could move, but those who couldn't at the start still couldn't.

It was about three weeks after my conversation with Bira that the YW's picked me as their next victim. I don't know why, I certainly hadn't picked the least amount of fruit and I don't think I had let on about my escape plans. I had unsuccessfully tried to contact Bira every night from outside our cave, but I hadn't made it obvious. I think they just decided they wanted a higher profile target this time, maybe to show their strength. I don't mind telling you I was shit scared. I really thought I was going to die.

I was frozen into position and had to watch as everyone else was assembled and then frozen too. I resisted the urge to try and move because I was sure that would be seen by the YW's and that could have led to all sorts of trouble for the others. I stayed frozen and watched in horror as two of the YW's moved toward me and their tendrils slipped into my uniform...

The bad dream that was the planet dissolved and I found myself back in the female shower area of the gym on the Mayflower with Keisha. This wasn't an illusion, it was real. I could smell the sweet scent of Keisha's arousal as she reached for me, I could see the unmistakable glint of excitement in her honey coloured eyes. I had fucked her once before and it had been an incredible feeling, but this was somehow an even more heightened experience. I slowly lifted her over my cock and I heard her moan of excitement and felt her breath on my chest as I lowered her down onto it.

I felt Keisha's pussy stretching around my cock head, and then her searing internal heat made its way down my shaft as my cock reached into her depths.

"Oh, yes," she moaned in a voice that was low and husky with passion, and I groaned with pleasure too. This girl was so damn tight I wondered if I was going to fit all the way in. We fucked slowly for a while, and I finally buried my cock to the hilt inside her.

"Fuck me harder," Keisha moaned, so I did. I love it when a girl gets totally into sex. Keisha moaned and groaned in ecstasy, she wriggled and writhed on my cock and all the time she kept increasing the pace. I knew she wanted me to cum, but that isn't how I do things. They say that nice guys always cum second and I wasn't going to finish before she had experienced at least one orgasm. It took all of my strength to resist as she slammed her pussy full length up and down my cock, screaming her pleasure every time it rammed home. I felt my orgasm building up, but I waited and she became more and more frantic.

"Now," she screamed desperately, but still I managed to hang on, and finally she came in a spectacular rush of sensation, and I passed out.