Erotic Horror Space Vampire

They were in the Chamber of Marzapan, the deepest, darkest chamber in the Palace. The walls were all made of dark wood. The room was dimly lit with handles.

In the center of the room was a bed, its sheets all blood red.

On one side of the room were five naked males, all with enormously muscular chests.

On the other side of the room were five gorgeous nude females, all with large but upright breasts.

Both sets of slaves stood expressionlessly, waiting to be taken.

Thalessa entered the room, hand in hand with Balok. She had never been this deep under the Palace before. Something about this room gave her the shivers.

"There's nothing to fear," said Balok lightly. He was dressed, all in black, and she, all in red.

"What are they here for?" Thalessa asked, indicating the slaves.

Balok looked into her eyes, and caressed her hair. "We need a great deal of energy to produce a child who will help me become king of kings. You must drain all these," he said, indicating the men, "and I must take all those," he said, pointing to the women.

"All of them? said Thalessa.

"Completely," said Balok. "By the time we are done, this room must be filled with the sexual equivalent of five little boys and five little girls."

Thalessa looked at the big, masculine men. "I don't know if I can drain so much in such a short period of time."

"You will," said Balok, and there was an edge of a threat to his tone.

Thalessa got started. She was bringing the first man to the bed even as Balok summoned the first woman. They were all in a trance-like state, so there was no resistance to deal with.

Thalessa mounted the first man, and concentrated, trying to drain him as rapidly as possible, bouncing up and down on his penis. After twenty minutes of solid work she did it. He was now a flat chested boy with a tiny sexual organ. Thalessa callously pushed him out of the bed and summoned the next one.

The second one took longer to drain completely, nearly 30 minutes, and by the end of it Thalessa was starting to tire. While draining slaves gave her energy in one way, it took away energy in another. It was hard to explain.

Thalessa started working on the third one. She was beginning to get sore between her legs, and also she was feeling full. Very full. She had no idea how she was going to absorb that much sexual energy. But she gritted her teeth and drained the third man, who was now just a boy.

She kicked him out of bed and he fell on top of the motionless body of numbers one and two, who were just lying wherever they had been placed. As number four came to her, she saw that Balok was way ahead of her, working on his Number Five. The first four women lay on the floor, discarded in a jumble of arms and legs, with flat chests and hairless, tiny labias between their legs.

Thalessa groaned in discomfort as she took number four. Her vagina was sore now, and she felt she couldn't absorb any more energy. She felt like she was going to burst. She looked over at Balok with pleading eyes, and he gave her a warning glare, a glare that irrationally made her feel that he might mur*er her if she failed.

So Thalessa gritted her teeth and finished draining Number Four. She cried out in pain as she absorbed his energy. She felt a strong pressure built up inside her body.

By this time Balok was done with his last victim, and he turned to Thalessa. "One more. Just one more."

"No," Thalessa sobbed. "I can't."

"One more!" Balok cried, staring her in the eyes.

Thalessa nodded, still sobbing, and called the last one over. She mounted him, wincing as she mounted his penis, and started to ride him. The soreness of her vagina was nothing compared to the pain she felt inside of her chest. All that sexual energy in her felt like it was going to burst. But then Balok, with anger in his eyes, stared at her, and she knew she had no choice. She rode the last slave, rode him to save her own life.

By the end she was screaming in agony as he was. He was screaming at the pain of losing his manhood, and she was screaming at the agony of absorbing his final sexual energy. Finally, when it was done, she dismounted him, but she was in agony. "It hurts... it hurts... it hurts," Thalessa cried, her eyes in tears. She felt like she was going to explode.

"Good," said Balok. And then he flipped her over on her back and he mounted her, and began to thrust, hard.

Balok's penis was much larger than the slaves had been, and Thalessa's vagina was incredibly sore. But the pain from his thrusting was nothing compared to the pain she felt in her body, of all that energy straining to be released.

Balok felt energy built up in his own body too, but he endured the pain. He thrusted, faster and faster. He wasn't trying for a conventional orgasm; he was looking for a different kind of release.

Thalessa felt it too, could sense the energy built up in Balok, straining to get out, surging, surging, struggling to escape his body, and she felt the energy in her body, struggling to respond, as if they were magnetically attracted.

Balok thrusted faster and faster, and his body suddenly grew stiff, and he cried out; and then Thalessa's body also stiffened, and she yelled, and at that moment they both felt a tremendous draining of energy, all surging to the same place.

Her uterus.

The two energy waves splashed together, partially cancelling each other out, but also, in the combined effect, formed something.

Something new. Something different.

Thalessa saw it in Balok's eyes, and he saw it in hers. They were creating life. New life.

The intense pressure and pain in her chest started to subside, and Thalessa slowly found she could breathe easily again. And then, the pressure in her chest was gone.

But suddenly she felt a presence. Something, deep inside her. Something growing.

"Is it... done?" she asked, her face all sweaty.

Balok kissed her brow, as he withdrew his long penis from her body. "You have done well."

That was it. Not "I love you". Just a congratulation for a job well done.

Somehow, it seemed a disappointing ending for such an important event.
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[Back in the present]​

"I will become the ruler of this planet," said Balok.

"How?" Thalessa asked.

"It has been foretold. The child of the great beauty with red hair who gave herself freely will auger a new master for this planet. Your child, Thalessa." He gripped her hand. "Our child."

Thalessa licked her lip. "My memory is... starting to come back to me. I remember you saying something similar to me. I remember you... getting me pregnant. But I don't remember what happened after that. Did we end up ruling Visenia together?"

"Oh yes," said Balok. "You can be sure of that."

"What happened then? What happened... to us? To me?"

Balok put a hand on her face. "You will remember all, in time."

Balok assigned her the task of gathering the men for the ceremony. She needed to find five of the manliest men.

Thalessa was very much aware that these men would be drained completely. They would have the genitals of children for the rest of their lives. Their sexual lives would be over. Realizing that, she used her powers of mesmerizing to visit the local maximum security prison. The prison administration believed she was from the FBI, even though she had no credentials and was wearing a sexy red dress. No disguise was needed when one had the power of hypnosis.

She selected four very well built men on death row, and took command of their minds and ordered them to follow her. She was disappointed to find the other prisoners on death row were not very manly.

Thalessa mixed casually with the general prison population. She mesmerized enough guards so no one cared that a sexy woman in a low cut red dress was walking around a prison yard filled with hardened prisoners.

She saw one man pumping iron who looked very manly. She looked at him. He would do.

She mesmerized him and he obediently stood up in response to her silent command. But then for some reason she found herself asking him questions.

His name was Manuel Santos and he was in jail for stealing air cars. He had only two more years to serve, and when he got out, his wife and four year old daughter would be waiting for him.

Something about his story made Thalessa frown and turn her attention to another prisoner. She found a very muscular bank robber who had shot someone's arm off with a blaster. The bank robber had no family of any kind. She took him.

She walked out of the prison, with the five prisoners in tow, and no one said a word.

"What powerful looking specimens," said Balok admiringly, when they met again in the bedroom of the condominium he had bought in Miami Beach.

Thalessa looked at the women Balok had picked. They were all very attractive beauties, all young and fertile. Thalessa felt a pang of regret. There was nothing she could do for them. Nothing at all.

Balok put hands around her waist. "You must drain all of your slaves. Completely."

Thalessa knew. She remembered how painful it was. She also remembered that she had felt threatened, that her life could be at risk if she refused.

She got started. The first two were relatively easy.

But then the third started to get painful.

The fourth was very painful.

Taking the fifth was agony. If Balok hadn't been there, staring into her eyes from just a few feet away, she never could have done it.

And then Balok, who had already drained his five women, mounted her, and together they created a baby.

Thalessa was glad when it was done; glad that the pain was gone, and glad that she was going to be a mother to new life. She felt like she was doing what she was meant to do; what she had done before, and was now doing again; it was as if her life were repeating itself, in a good way.

"Why Dunlop, so nice to see you!" said Sam, giving a big smile and an unexpected hug as Dunlop 4 entered her office.

"It is nice to see you too, Samantha," said Dunlop 4, embracing her uncertainly. He had been spending several weeks trying to track down traces of the Hive Mind.

"Did you have any luck?" Sam asked.

"I located two people infected with insect level parasites. Together, I traced them back to six others, one of them with a rider." The rider Dunlop 4 was referring to was the pancake like creature who rode on peoples' backs.

"Eight. That sounds like a lot!"

"It is not," said Dunlop. "There were sixty one distinct specimens of the Hive Mind on the Container Ship. By this time, they could have reproduced themselves in the hundreds. Or even the thousands."

"Well, I'm sure you'll find a way to track them," Sam smiled, not caring in the slightest. "I have great confidence in you," she added, with a sparkle in her eye.

"That is very kind of you to say," said Dunlop.

"You know, you've done so much to save us from these parasites, but no one's ever thanked you. Why don't you come over to my place tonight for dinner?"

"No thanks are necessary, Samantha," said Dunlop.

"Come on, Dunlop! You always keep to yourself. Be social, just this once. I know my husband Gavin would love to meet you."

"Dinner... with the two of you?" Somehow, that made it more acceptable.

"Come back to my office at 6. I'll drive," Sam grinned.

"I am looking forward to it," said Dunlop 4.

"So am I," said Sam.

As she drove Dunlop back to her condo in McLean, Virginia, Sam talked a mile a minute. She was trying to distract herself from what she was going to have to do in the next few minutes.

To drain Dunlop 4.

Janice had been drilling it into her for days, using post-hypnotic suggestion. And it worked. Sam felt ravenous for sexual energy. All ethical concerns about draining or enslaving her friend went out the window. She had to have Dunlop 4. She had to taste him. She had to drain him. She had to make him her slave, who would also be Janice's slave, who in turn was Balok's slave.

When they got to her apartment, Dunlop got his first surprise.

"This is a nice establishment," said Dunlop, trying to be polite as he looked at the living room.

"Thanks," said Sam, putting down her pocketbook.

"But... where is your husband?"

"He's around," said Sam.

She had wanted to be sure that Gavin would not get in the way so he had been locked, completely naked, in the bedroom closet, and ordered not to make a sound. He had been there all day. Sam would have to remember to let him out, when this was all over.

"Why don't you sit on the couch and I'll get us some drinks," Sam said brightly.

Dunlop complied. He noticed that Sam seemed to be in a hurry, her hands trembling slightly as she poured the wine.

She smiled as she brought the cups over, sitting down next to him. "Here's to us," she said, raising the glass.

"And your husband," said Dunlop.

"Yeah, and Gavin," said Sam, mentally giving him a toast in the closet. She gulped her wine, and watched him sip his. "What do you think?"

"This has alcohol in it," said Dunlop.

"Oh? Oh! Is that poisonous to you? I didn't even think to ask!" Sam cried.

Dunlop 4 smiled. "No, it is fine. I understand alcohol is used to reduce inhibitions."

"Well, sometimes, yeah," said Sam. "But it's also used as a social lubricant."

"Social lubricant?" said Dunlop 4.

"Yes," said Sam, putting down her own wine glass, and plucking Dunlop 4's wine glass to do the same. She leaned closer to him. "For, you know, people who want to get to know each other better."

"Is that what you'd like to do, Sam? To get to know me better?" said Dunlop 4.

"You... you've saved my life on several occasions," said Sam. She experimentally put a hand on his arm. "I just wanted to properly thank you."

"That's kind of you," said Dunlop, smiling. Sam couldn't tell if he were interested or not.

She started to rub his arm. "You know, from time to time, you talk about your wife, Sirena."

"Dunlop's wife. But I always thought of her as my own," said Dunlop 4.

"Yes," said Sam. She started to casually let a hand drift to his leg. "You once told me I even reminded you of her. Is that really true?" She looked into his eyes, and subtly began exerting her power over him.

"I.... where was I?" said Dunlop. "Yes, yes, you do. You look somewhat like her, I think. But there's something more... something else about you that reminds me even more essentially of her... something in your smile, your bright eyes... something else, not entirely tangible...."

Sam ran her hands up and down his leg. "If she were here, would you kiss her?" she asked softly, staring into his eyes.

Dunlop felt himself starting to become unmoored. "Yes... yes I would."

Sam put her face over his. "Then kiss me, Dunlop. Kiss me now," she breathed. She stared into his eyes, using all her mesmerizing skill. Dunlop's breathing grew heavy. Her face moved closer, closer, tracing the outlines of his lips....​