Interdimensional milking part 45 – The search

Recap: Max is a teenager from Earth in the distant future, who attends a boarding school on planet Herschel Majoris where his seed is automatically harvested every day. He is out on a camping trip with his Explorer troop when their leader, Jarvis, has a serious accident, and a trio of boys is sent to get help.

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Interdimensional milking part 45 – The search

At 11.45am, a red and white gravcopter hovered above the lake where Jarvis and the boys had set up camp. Below them, the boys leapt up and down waving and cheering. After circling for a minute, it set down in a clearing away from the water and Jivan and Hoyer climbed out, running towards Jarvis and the cheering boys.

Jarvis was sitting. He looked up at them with a smile.

“Well done troopers!”

“We walked all night sir,” Jivan said. “I know you said not to but…” he hesitated. “We wanted to get help as soon as we could.”

Jarvis picked up the pause, then he realised there were only two of them.

“Did everything go okay? Shaun back at school?”

Hoyer looked at Jivan and Jivan returned the look.

“We got separated sir. We were attacked by tarabellas. I told him to run, but then we couldn’t find him.”

“Shit!” Jarvis said. “I knew I shouldn’t have sent you.”

Jivan looked crestfallen.

“What other choice did you have sir?”

Jarvis put a hand on Jivan’s shoulder.

“You did a superb job boys.”

He shook his head morosely.

“But I shouldn’t have sent Shaun. He’s not as strong as you guys.”

“He’ll be fine. I’m sure he’s just lost. They already have search copters out looking for him.”

The rescue squad arrived and a medic dropped and examined Jarvis’ ankle.

“I think it might be dislocated,” Jarvis said.

The medic nodded.

“Without a doubt. Are you in a lot of pain?”

“I’ll survive.”

“Okay,” the copter’s second said, “Let’s get these young men out of here. Only enough space for six. We’ll have to make three trips.”

“I’ll go last,” Jarvis said immediately.

“Sir, you need to get to the infirmary,” Hoyer said. “We can stay with the guys.”

“Not this time Hoyer. I’m not leaving anyone.”

The second interjected.

“It’s only gonna be 30 minutes round trip. Nobody else is hurt are they?”

The boys shook their heads.

“Okay, well if you want to be last out, it’s not going make your ankle worse. We’ll be right back. We’ve tagged this location, we’ll be back before you know it.”

He and the medic loaded the first six boys and their equipment onto their vehicle.

90 minutes later, Jarvis sat with the last boys in the copter as it flew back to the school. The normally silent anti-gravity engines were making an audible whining noise.

Jarvis frowned and spoke to the second.

“Something wrong with your drives? I thought these things were silent.”

“Yeah, they’re acting up. Ever since the atmospherics, all air units have been behaving weirdly. No worries though, we have a free-glide back up, so even if the drives cut out entirely, we’d still get down in one piece.”

“If you can find somewhere to set down,” Jarvis thought, but he kept it to himself. No point scaring the boys needlessly.

The pilot joined the conversation, speaking over his shoulder.

“It’s just ionisation from the light show – it’s detuning the drives. But these things are safer than anything you can imagine. They can still function if the cells are completely inverted or 99 percent depolarised. They’re an amazing piece of tech; real workhorses. I don’t think one has gone down hard anywhere on the whole planet in my lifetime. A least, not that I’ve heard about.”

Jarvis nodded.

“Any idea what the light show is all about?”

“Astro is not certain, but the news said something about unusual activity in the direction of Castor.”

Jarvis frowned.

“Castor? But that’s over five light years away.”

“I guess. Astronomy is not really my subject.”

Jarvis changed the subject.

“Jivan said that there was already a search party out looking for Shaun, our missing troop member. How many birds are up looking?”

“I think they have three. All with scanners.”

There were so many questions that Jarvis wanted to ask, but not in front of the boys. He knew that the jungle was vast. Even with state-of-the-art tech, finding Shaun seemed like a mammoth task. He exchanged a look with the medic and the man picked up his thoughts and offered reassurance.

“I know the jungle is big, but they have a search grid, and even if the boy is a champion runner, there’s only so far he can have travelled. If they don’t find him soon, they’ll get more searchers out. Fortunately, there are no dangerous animals in this area.”

“That’s why I chose it,” Jarvis said. “But a boy on his own can still get into trouble out here…”

Ten miles away, Shaun was still on his back with his knees spread and his dick hard. Until the past 24 hours, he was always eager for a sexual experience: masturbation, black stim, sex with a boy or a girl, naked wrestling, role play, or GPvirt – almost nothing was beyond the ability to make him horny. But after 93 orgasms and a 17-hour erection, he was way beyond even his lustful comfort zone. He had been awake almost all night, and even when he had briefly fallen asleep, the female tarabellas continued using his body, riding his straining cock like a cowboy on a bronco, bouncing wildly; joyously on his pole.

Shaun was exhausted to the point where he no longer had the energy to struggle. The base of his penis ached fiercely from the long hours of hardness, and his balls still throbbed from so many orgasms. He ejaculated for the first half dozen times; then every three orgasms, then every five. Now he came once an hour, and even then, only feebly; his slop oozing from him. Not that it mattered. The females could only detect his orgasms by the febrile trembling in his loins, and his elevated moaning, then he lay, almost comatose as they continued to use him…

Back at Friedrich Krupp, the Explorers were the talk of the school. Even though the majority of them had endured no hardship, they all achieved instant celebrity status, telling the story of what had happened many times over.

Max and Brill sat in the dining room chatting when Sam approached. Max looked up and gave him a curt nod.

“Hey Brill, Max,” Sam said.

“Sup,” Brill said.

“Hey Sam,” Brill added.

“I don’t wanna bother you, but I haven’t seen Shaun since you got back. Kaahl said he went missing?”

“Yeah, him and Jivan and Hoyer went to get help when Squad dislocated his ankle. They got attacked by those monkeys and got separated.”

“So, he’s on his own out there?”

“I guess so. They sent out search parties. Hopefully they’ll find him soon.”

“Do… do you think he’s okay?” Sam said, his expression sombre.

“It’s not like there’s anything out there that’s gonna eat him but…”

“But it’s still a big jungle,” Sam finished.

“Yeah. Why are you so bothered?”

Sam broke eye contact and shrugged.

“I care about him; he’s my friend.”

It was a sincere answer but Max wasn’t convinced.

“There’s more than that though isn’t there Sam. What is it with you two?”

“I can’t say any more Max, I just can’t. It would be too dangerous.”

“Oh, that’s bees Sam. What are you moffing secret agents or something?”

Sam locked eyes with Max, and held the look for three seconds that seemed longer. He clearly wanted to impart something without saying the words.

“I’m really sorry Max. I gotta go.”

He turned and started to walk away.

Max called after him.

“If you wanna know more, you could speak to Squad; Jarvis. You can find him in directory.”

Sam smiled tightly.

“Thanks Max, and sorry again.”

His apology seemed to be about more than the current conversation.

“That’s Jarvis Adson,” Max added.

Sam nodded then walked away.

“What was THAT about?” Max said, when Sam was gone. “He looked really upset.”

“I don’t know,” Brill said. “You don’t need special powers to see how much he cares about Shaun, but I could tell that he was broken up about you two as well.”

“Yeah, I kind of got that, but that’s on him. All he had to do was be level with me about Troye’s pad.”

“Maybe he can’t?”

“What do you think he meant when he said it was dangerous?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t think he was lying.”

“Can’t you just scan him. Find out what he meant?”

“Nah, I don’t do that. Nobody would want to be around me if I started reading their minds.”

“Just this one time? For me?” Max wheedled.

“Baby no. I can’t do it. Don’t ask.”

Max sighed deeply, then smiled sadly.

“I guess not. Sorry for pushing.”

“It makes me sad to see you and Sam spaced like this. You two were so close when you shared a room.”

“Yeah, makes me sad too, but if I can’t trust him…”

“Hello, can I help you?”

Jarvis’ image hung in the air in Sam’s room.

“Um, Mr Adson?” Sam enquired.

“Yes son, what can I do for you?”

“My name is Sam. I’m a student at Friedrich Krupp. I was wondering if you have any news about Shaun yet?”

“Ahh, I’ve been in regular contact with rescue squad. They’re still looking. Are you a member of his family?”

“Ummm, no sir. Just a friend.”

“Okay. Look, I don’t know any more right now, but there are four gravcopter teams out looking.”

“Do… you think they’ll find him?”

“I’m sure he’ll be back safe and sound son.”

“Thank you sir.”

Four gravcopters stood on the landing pad.

“I’m getting nothing,” search leader Alpha said. “Damned atmospherics! The range on our scanners is down to almost zero. I couldn’t even detect YOUR implants from three metres away let alone from a hundred up.”

“And it’s hard to coordinate with comms on the spark as well,” Gamma leader added.

“So, a low altitude visual search then?” Alpha’s second said.

“Yes. I’d rather not go up at all with the drives acting up, but I don’t like to leave the boy out there for a second night. He doesn’t even have food or water. Rawlson, you and Madiss draw up a search grid. We’ll each take a quadrant. Start from his likely last known position and plot a pattern out from there. We’ll set the bounds at 20 clicks. 10 metres above tree level, two watchers and an auto-cam. Don’t take any risks. With comms on the way out, the last thing we need are any teams down.”

“And if we don’t find him by nightfall?”

“We’ll plant a light pillar and a supply package. Hopefully the kid can see it in the dark. Leave a pad with instructions to stay put and then we can pick him up in the morning.”

“And if that doesn’t work?” Delta pilot asked.

“Then we’ll need to send teams in foot, but it’s a big jungle.”

He looked at another rescuer.

“JJ, you contact dispatch. Let them know that might be a possibility so they can start pulling in extra bodies to start tomorrow.”

The man nodded his acknowledgement.

“Okay, we’ll get airborne again in 30 minutes. That’ll give us 4 more hours of light. See you back here on the pad in 30.”

“Sir!” the other rescuers acknowledged in unison.

Night fell on Shaun once again. He could barely even think any more. He didn’t know how long the females drained their hapless victims, or if they rode them until they expired, but he saw no way out. A tarabella was still riding his cock. She came noisily, then clambered off, and the arms that held him released him. And the females all simply wandered off, anticlimactically leaving him alone. He had long since given up on getting out of their captivity alive, but after a long planetary cycle of constant fucking, the creatures were seemingly disinterested, instinctively knowing that there was no point in fucking their captives to death. His genitals were still purple stained by the aphrodisiac slime mould. It was bioluminescent. When the glow faded in a week or so, he’d be ready for milking again.

Shaun lay, as stunned by their sudden indifference, as he had been by their attention. He was starving and exhausted, but he had to take the opportunity to escape.

He rose to his hands and knees, then slowly to his feet. He had no idea which direction to walk, and he was afraid that he would be recaptured. His clothes lay in useless tatters on the ground. He looked around, trying to discern the fastest exit from the vast encampment. Then he saw something shining through the trees. A column of bright light, shining brightly against the busy sky. He had no idea what it was, nor how far away, but it represented technology, and that meant people. He started shambling towards it, the sounds of screaming tarabellas in his ears, until he neared the permitter of their domain.

With his eyes to the sky, for a second time, he failed to notice something that would change his life forever.