Chapter 56

"You shot them. Just throw them over your shoulder and we can take them home. I will take the pack and your rifle."

Tom could see the logic of that, and knew that Jim was not putting him on. Throwing the pack to Jim's feet, beside the rifle, the small Tandra positioned the two males, and picked them both up at the same time.

They started back to the falls, to see one of the godough, looking out of its den, trying to figure out what was happening. Jim projected, "Just taking them home, so they don't get eaten."

A reply seamed to indicate disgust, and the animal returned to its own home.

Jim went first this time, walked across the clearing and into the rocks beside the falls. Stepping carefully, in the dark area, he came up the small path. Because of the sore right shoulder, the two packs, and both rifles, he stumbled, on a slippery rock. As he sank sunk to one knee, a large log, with stone spear head embedded in one end, crashed into a large rock, just where his chest would be.

"Stop!" He cried.

Tom dropped the two Tandra, and advanced, to see how he could help. Tom picked up his rifle as he advanced to Jim's side. The cave had a small entrance that led to a much wider area further back. Just as they were preparing to rush the frightened people behind the rocks, Jim remembered his time chasing down Tandra, in the Umal Mountains.

"Tom, try to get through to them that we are not going to hurt them. Tell them, that their men are out here, and not hurt. I better go, and drag them in before they drown."

Tom concentrated hard, and took his time to explain himself as he would to a child. The first thing he tried to get across was the fact, that he too was Tandra. Behind him, he felt Jim drag each of the males into the dryer area, right before the cave.

"Tom, you better go in first. Just drop your invisibility, and look out for traps. The last one might have overloaded my shield."

"Ok. You better come in while invisible, right behind me."

"Anything you say, lover."

Tom verbally told the hidden people, that he was coming in, and at the same time looked for any traps. His enhanced sight, showed him the two women, and the two older children, with rocks clutched in their hands, ready to defend themselves, as best they could. In the far corner, the children peaked over the tops of rocks, to see what was happening. A small, almost smokeless fire, cooked some fish, and gave out some light. What smoke there was, drifted out, and into the flow of water.

Tom stopped, and with his hands outstretched, and the rifle in one hand, slowly turned around, to let the people see that he was a Tandra, even if he was covered in odd clothing. Their stance did not change in the least.

"Tom, the fish is burning. Turn it over."

Tom looked at the fire, and did as he was asked. "What now?"

"Go back, and get the males, and put them against the far wall. Then get the packs. These people look like skin and bones."

Tom did as he was asked, after setting his gun to safety, so no other could use it against him.

The first male was dragged in, and when he went for the other, one of the females ran over to see if the male was still alive. When Tom came back, the woman stood in a better position with her rock, and watched as the second male was laid beside the first. When Tom had the two packs, he just sat close to the fire, and opened the first. A wafer, in a metallic like wrap, held enough energy to feed a Tandra for a whole day.

Still trying to project his thoughts, he only found terror, within their minds. It was difficult to even read their thoughts, never mind transmitting thoughts, to them.

Tom now tried again to speak the local dialect, and still the people were almost petrified. After ten minutes he said, "Jim, they are too frightened for me to get through to them. Do you want to give them a light stun, to get them to sit down, or do you want to give it a try?"

"The stun idea is best, I think."

Jim's gun came up, and it was mentally set to its very lowest setting. A quick spray, as the focus of their attention was still on Tom, brought all four to the floor. The one on the end, got less of the stun, and would be the first to awaken.

Jim removed his invisibility, and walked into the cave. Both he and Tom helped put the Tandra into a more comfortable position, and removed the rocks from their hands. Jim twisted a small tube, and it immediately blazed brightly, as he put it on a small depression, in the top of a rock.

Tom took out the med unit, and ran it over each of the adults on the floor. There were many things wrong, and it took almost five minutes to start the proper corrections happening. The two youngest, were healthier, but not by much.

"Tom, are you going to get the kids? They are probably just as bad off."

Tom remembered the only time he was able to take care of a child in the lunar base. The boy had been his exclusively, for almost three years, till he was forced to leave. A few tears came to his eyes, at the double occurrences.

The first child was about eight, and well able to run. The next was a little younger, and was quick too. Tom was able to grab both, and bring them over to his lover, and set one down. The other was retained in Tom's arms, while the one behind the rock, peeked out at the sight.

Jim knew that most Tandra were influenced by a Human's smell. It was something that was built into Humans by Tandra males, over two and a half million years ago. Jim dropped his shield, and picked up the older child, bringing it to his chest, he just held it so it could not get away, but was still able to move. Jim talked in the local dialect, and eventually the child in his arms quieted.

Jim broke off a piece of fish from the fire, and ate a small amount, then took another, and placed it in the child's mouth. Fear was still there, but it had lessened considerably.

Jim was startled, when Tom began to hum a children's song that he had heard, when he was a child himself. This, other than groans, was the only sounds that Tom ever emitted. The low tones filled the cave, and bounced back, as if a hidden chorus was accompanying him. Visions of native women singing to their children came back to Jim, from his youth. Some of the words he remembered were in Cree and he could translate some.

Jim took the fish off the flames, and the child stayed with him, as he put raw portions in their place. The other child came out, but stayed far away, to see what was happening. Jim handed Tom a large portion of fish, and he fed it to the child he was carrying. The child resisted at first, and then its hunger overcame it, and started eating. Tom sat beside his lover, and the two children could see, that neither was really restrained. Tom continued humming, and feeding the child, as Jim fed the one in his lap.

Jim turned the fish, and beckoned the last child over for a now cool piece. The child came a bit, and then stopped, unsure of what to do.

"Tom what is the gender of these kids. It is hard to tell when they are so young. They have no external genitals."

"That is because you don't know the Tandra very well. The one in your lap is a girl, and so is the one thinking of getting something to eat. The one here is a boy."

"How can you tell?"

"To be honest, it is a matter of looking into their minds. Girls are pushier, while the boys like to be taken care of, like the little one I have here," he said as he turned the child's face to Jim. "If you are unsure, you can put your finger, in the child's anus, and feel for something like a bone. Girls aren't as lucky to have one."

Both of the 'captive' children seemed to be happy now, and Jim shifted one over, while he dug into his pack, and brought out his wafer, that would represent half, of his daily requirement of energy.

The package was opened, and a small portion broken off. The child watched, as Jim placed it in his mouth and chewed. The taste was plain, but knew it was nutritious. The next piece went to the child's mouth, and she opened wide, to get her portion. The face showed a high degree of thought, as she tasted the strange food. Jim just pinched off another, and held it out for the last child. She came forward, and almost like she knew she would not be hurt, she put out her hand, and Jim placed the small piece in her palm. She backed up to make her own assessment, and then came forward for more.

Jim fed them a quarter bar each, and knew that they would soon feel full. He put the bar away, and picked up the med unit. He ran it over the girl on his lap, and found vitamin deficiencies, small bone breaks, a multitude of various diseases running through her system, and a deformed palate.

Since the child on his lap was not hurt, by the big stranger, the last was captured fairly easily, and the diagnostic unit showed the same thing, except, instead of her mouth, a small growth was on her lung.

Neither of the children tried to get away, as Jim pulled out a shiny blanket designed to keep him warm in a colder environment. He placed it around the children and brought out the cleanser and used it to remove deeply embedded dirt, from their faces and hair. Before too long, he had each clean the other, to make a game of it. The children marvelled at the device in their hands. Tom's child got up, and was cleaned too, and had his turn doing the others.

A groan startled the children, as they remembered their mothers in the pile, close to them. Jim knew the adult males would be out, till the morning. The children backed away from their new friends, and went over to the females.

Jim continued with the cooking of the fish, and set some out on a plate from his kit.

A woman put her hand to her head, and then remembered what had happened, and pushed her feet into the floor to get further away. Her frantic eyes flew around the unaccustomedly bright room, and found the children free, and very clean. Her frantic voice ordered the children to hide, and she waited as they did what she ordered, wondering what was to become of all of them.

Tom said, "I believe that you will have to order her to do as you want. She, and all her gender here, follow the dominant male."

"What should I order her to do?"

"Jim, I love you, and I have to tell you, that you must have sex with her. From my own experience, it will put her at ease, and it is the fastest way I know, to interspecies understanding. Just remember, you belong to me."

Jim thought about the matter, and after digging deeper into Tom's mind, knew he was speaking the truth. "Ok, I will give it a try."

Jim stood up, then phrased the words in his mind, and tried to act as if he would do what his words would indicate. "Female, come here now."

The woman was torn. The size of the male was fantastic. He would be very powerful, and able to beat her easily, if not kill her.

"Female, I said now. Do you want me to come over there, and drag you here?" Jim was not too sure now. If she would not comply, he was not going to push her any further. He was not a rapist.

Using just his finger, and a gesture, the woman slowly came over in a crouching servile posture.

"Sit," he ordered in his best commanding voice. When she complied, he used his hand to raise her head, to see what she looked like. She was very beautiful below the dirt, and bruising, just like Tom was.

"Turn around; I am going to mount you."

The woman quickly did as she was ordered to do so many times before.

Jim reached into his pack, and removed a bottle of lubricant. The woman was far from clean, and in fact smelled. Some was fear, and the rest was the accumulation of dirt since she was born. Her short bath in the stream, had not done nearly enough. Bracing for the first touch, he stopped, and could not do it. The cleanser came out, and went over all of her exposed body. His hand went underneath, and cleaned as much as he could get.

The woman trembled at the unusual feeling, and waited for the quick pain, and then the male would be finished. Instead she felt his slippery hands poking around both of her entrances. Was the male blind, and did not know where to go? Perhaps he did not know what to do? But that would be foolish. A child had sex, and from an early age. Oh! Finally he was in. No it was his large finger. It was going in and out. It never felt this way before. There was no pain. Oh! Her clits were rubbed. Only a woman would do that to her. Oh! Another finger in another opening, and both slipped in easily, with no pain.

Jim watched the woman stroke back, onto his fingers and contented himself to just make her feel good first. His other hand reached around, and grasped the long urethra, that had grown with the woman's excitement. Stroking it slowly, in time with the fingers, that plunged into her depths, about as deep as her males' members would. The woman could not control herself. She came, and came again, on the invading digits, and never knew a male to do this for her before.

The woman fell forward, but Jim's hand held her butt up in the air. "Female, do you want me to continue? If you wish, you may go back with the others."

The words were clear in the woman's mind, but the meaning was beyond her. Was the male offering to do nice things to her, or was he just finished?

"Female, do you want to get fucked, or go back with the others?"

She knew she must answer. The male always got what he wanted, but never was she allowed a choice. The feelings she got were beyond most of her couplings, and only Fonza, the younger woman on the floor was able to make her feel so special.

"Take me, master," she said in her speech.

Jim was shocked at the answer. Not at the choice, but at the choice of words. But it stood to reason, when a female was so far down the leadership hierarchy, on this planet.

He stood, and removed his coveralls, and put them on the floor to protect his knees. The female did not even turn around, for this was none of her concern. Jim looked at Tom, and stroked his cock, to get it ready. He still was looking at Tom, as he slowly sank down and into the female.

The female had never felt something this big before, except when she gave birth. It went in and out slowly, and then went deeper, so deep. Never before had she felt something like this. It went in deeper still. When was it going to end? All the small nerves in her vagina fired, and did so again, as her eyes rolled up into her sockets, and she collapsed at the intensity of the orgasm.

Jim was still on his knees with his dick pointing away from him, and the woman was completely out of it, just like Tom did most of the time. Tom was breathing quickly, and Jim knew he would love to relieve the pressure, but it was not his way to ask now.

Jim shook himself and came back to the present. After grabbing the blanket. He stood, and in a clear area, laid it on the floor. The comatose woman was laid on it and Jim took the cleanser, and went all over her body again, to get everything he missed the first time.

Looking at the other three adults, he went over, and did the best he could, even the young male. They were all flipped over, and he did them as carefully as he did the children.

Speaking of the children, they were looking at the woman on the floor and probably wondering what I did to her. Hey their minds were much clearer now.

"Children," he said in a quiet voice, "she is just resting. She felt so good, that she went to sleep."

Taking the inflatable mattress from his pack, he placed it on the floor and lay down beside the woman. "Tom will you pick her up. This way she can do all the work herself, my shoulder is still sore."

Tom was concerned. The female could try to take his place, and perhaps Jim would like her more than him. It was also possible that Jim would find a woman to breed with, to give both of them some children. The best thing to do is watch, and try to do whatever he could, to make Jim happy, and this might keep him near the man he loved so much.

The woman awoke, and felt her vagina stretched to its maximum. There was no pain, but the feeling she felt, as she twitched, sent signals to her brain, that had never been this strong before. She cautiously picked up her hips and the sensation was more than she could take, and fainted away with the ecstasy of it all.

Her nose twitched at the scent. It was so strong, and so compelling. She had to have more of it. Then she remembered her vagina, and moved a small amount, and this time just avoided the climax.

Large hands came to her face, and she remembered the giant male. She wanted to flee, but could not, because she was ordered here or forced to be here. But that wasn't right. She felt so safe; she knew she just wanted to be here as long as she could keep this male. He would make the best father, for her next child, and worked to get ready to do her best to drop an egg.

She moved more, and held the orgasm at bay. She needed to get the male to shoot into her. What was wrong with him? All males pushed in a little, and then in a few seconds, shot their juice, into the female. Why was she in this unnatural position? She should be on her knees. Could the male have something wrong with him? It might be fun to try to get him to shoot. She had never heard of a female doing it this way before.

She sat up more, and thrust her hips forward. The rough feeling of fur around her opening almost pushed her over the edge. She had to stop and relax. More thrusts and the man only looked into her eyes. They seemed so deep. She built up a lot of sweat trying to milk the man of his seed, and she could not do it. Her next child would be the strongest on the entire planet. So big so strong.

The woman had her last orgasm. It was very strong, and she collapsed on Jim's chest.

Tom in the mean time, had taken the children to the falls, and got them to pee and shit. This was their usual practice, even if it was unhealthy to do this in the water. On the way back, they watched the woman still in the throws of her orgasm. Tom took the unconscious woman, and placed her on her bed, then took the children, and placed them all around her. Before leaving, he gave each child a small lick on the cheek, before putting his blanket around them.

Jim was still on the floor, and the most important part, was pointing up. Coming over he removed his shield and coveralls, before sitting down. He let a groan out, as he felt the phallus enter him. This is what he waited for, all the time. At least, he was more used to this, and could last longer than the woman.

The orgasm started immediately, and Tom frantically flexed his legs and arms to bring his pelvis into as much contact as possible. The time was too short and he managed to get only a few more thrusts, before his body gave out and collapsed on his lover.

Jim did not know what to think. Tom went at their lovemaking in a methodical way, and would try to pace himself. This time he seemed to be much more worked up than usual. Prying into his mind, he saw some of the reason. The female was now a competitor, and Tom just tried to do his best, to get him off, but the method backfired. Now he was stuck with a stiff prick and no home for it. Tom wouldn't mind, but it seemed such a waste.

Jim's hands held Tom and moved his ass to provide stimulation and this was close to jerking off as he could come, with another person. A groan was heard from the pile of unconscious Tandra. But not one of a sore head, but of one in need.

A name came to Jim's mind, Mona, the same as the English name. She was the younger adult woman. And the mother of one of the children hiding behind the rocks. She had feigned unconsciousness, but was still stirred up by the sights, and sounds of her friend Fenna's orgasms. Jim grinned, knowing now that this band of Tandra could be talked to with his mind, but just needed time to acclimatize to the other brain.

Lovingly pushing Tom to the side, he said verbally, "Mona, get over here now."

The woman stopped dead, not knowing if she was found out, but wondering how her name was known.

"Mona, now. I have a hard cock, and need you. Get over here." His voice was as gruff, as he could make it, and figured the woman would comply. Sex was no big thing, and he figured he was the alpha male now.