Erotic Horror Space Vampire

"We need to find out where this vampire guy is holed up," said Jack.

"I couldn't agree more, sir," said Sam. She was still strapped to the examination couch, but at least she was covered with a blanket now.

"You're agreeing with me?" said Jack.

"The Valvans only control certain parts of me," said Sam. "They can prevent me from betraying them. But they haven't gotten their hooks as deeply as they have into Janice. I still want to defeat them, if only I were able."

"If only you were," said Jack.

"I'm starting to feel hungry," said Sam.

"I can get you some food," said Jack.

"No. Not that kind of hungry," said Sam.

"You want to... suck some poor girl or guy?"

"I'm afraid so, sir," said Sam. "I have these... cravings."

Cravings. Jack thought of her sexy breasts, and her moist vaginal lips. "This I understand," said Jack.

Sam looked at Janice, who was being restrained in the room across the way. He could hear her moaning, growling, and bucking against her restraints.

"Janice seems uneasy, sir."

"Yeah. It started this morning. She can't keep still. They had to sedate her, twice."

"She's probably feeling the same thing I am," said Sam. "In fact, I know she is. Her appetites have always been larger than mine."

"So?"

"You could use that to get the information we need from her," said Sam.

"What are you saying, Arden?"

"A trade, sir. Give her something to drain, in return for information," said Sam.

"Something? You mean someone. Who's going to volunteer for that?"

Sam raised her eyebrows.

"No," said Jack. "I won't let you."

"Sir, we have to find out where this creature is. Thousands of lives are at stake. If this thing spreads before we can contain it, the entire planet could be filled with these creatures."

"I... I...."

"Jack," she said softly.

He looked into her eyes.

"It's all right. Really."

"Feeling hungry, doc?" said Jack, giving Janice a smile he didn't feel as she was lead into Sam's room, still completely nude, but handcuffed behind her back.

"What's this?" said Janice.

"Just wondering if you'd like something to snack on," said Jack, gesturing to Sam's body, pulling off the blanket, revealing her supple breasts. Sam's face was a mask of fear.

"You can't be serious," said Janice. But even as she said it, she winced. She hadn't fed in nearly three days, and she was starving. The sight of Sam's nude body, tied down, and ready to feed on, only inflamed her hunger threefold. She stared at Sam's juicy breasts, the breasts she had drained over and over again in her efforts to convert Sam to the cause. And now she was being offered them again.

"I am. All you need to do is provide us with a little information," said Jack.

"I can't," said Janice.

"Sorry to hear that. What's going to happen to you when you haven't snacked for a week? Two weeks?"

Janice said nothing.

"All right, take her away."

"Wait!" Janice cried. She looked calculatingly at Jack. "Let me feed off of her, and I'll answer any questions you might have." She leaned over, as if to suck on one of Sam's breasts.

"Ah ah aaaah," said Jack, restraining her with a hand. "Information first."

This was the tricky part. If they let Janice feed first, she would never tell them anything. On the other hand, if they didn't let her feed at all, they would never get a complete accounting from her.

Janice looked at Sam, helplessly bound, with tremendous hunger and lust in her eyes. "Her breast. Just one of them. Please."

"Tell me," said Jack. "Tell me something."

And then Janice, driven by hunger, did just that. She told them what she knew of Balok's plan. How he had created a number of slaves, but only had converted two other women into full fledged Valvans. How he planned to create more slaves and eventually planned to subjugate the entire planet.

"And where may I find this Count Dracula?" Jack asked.

Janice grinned. "Sorry, Colonel. You'll have to let me feed first."

Jack turned to Sam. "Last chance. Are you really sure you want to do this?"

Before Sam could reply, Janice snarled and lunged forward, sinking her fangs into Sam's left breast. Sam screamed. The military police started to move forward, but Jack, yelled, "Wait!"

He watched in agony as Sam, with tears in her eyes, endured the pain of Janice sucking on her teat. Once again her femininity, her womanhood, was being sucked out of her. Only this time, there would be no chance to replace it. She was sacrificing her sexual maturity to save the planet.

Sam looked at Jack, and saw the pain in his eyes as well. It hurt him to let her do this. She realized how much, deep down, he really loved her. In the back of her mind she realized that even if she were drained, drained down to nothing, that even then Jack would always love her.

Jack watched with alarm as Sam's left breast got smaller and smaller and smaller. If he let Janice continue, she would be drained all the way.

"Enough!" said Jack. But of course, Janice didn't stop.

"Enough, I said!" Jack cried, pulling Janice off her.

Janice snarled, with blood in her teeth. She was panting, but gradually calmed down.

She smiled wickedly at Jack as she wiped the blood of her lips.

"All right, now it's your turn. Where can we find the vampire?" Jack demanded.

Janice turned her gaze to Sam's other breast, her still wonderfully full mammary gland. It excited her. It called to her.

"Talk! Or you'll never feed again," said Jack.

"Florida," said Janice promptly. "He's in Florida."

"You can do better than that," said Jack.

"Somewhere in Miami Beach," said Janice.

"Address?"

"I don't know," said Janice.

He stared at her,

"I really don't," said Janice.

"All right, take her away," said Jack.

"Wait!" said Janice. "I have a comm code. You could trace him through it."

They had already searched Janice's comm device, and found nothing. It had been thoroughly wiped. This could be an important discovery.

"Let's have it," said Jack.

"Will you let me feed on her after I give it?"

"Sure," said Jack.

Janice rambled off the code from memory.

Jack wrote it down.

"Let me feed on her!"

"Wait," he said, nodding to an aide.

"I must feed!" said Janice. The MP's had to hold her back.

"Wait," he said again.

The aide turned to Jack, and said, "It's a match, sir. To an address in Miami. Near Miami Beach."

"All right," said Jack. "Take her away."

"You promised," said Janice.

"I lied," said Jack. "What would be the advantage of letting you drain her now?"

"I have other information," said Janice.

"Hold!" said Jack. The MP's stopped, in mid-drag.

"What is it?"

"I told you he made two other vampires. I can tell you where to find them."

"They're not in the same place?"

"No," said Janice.

Jack looked at Sam, seeing if she was willing to make another sacrifice. She nodded, fearfully.

"All right," said Jack. He watched unhappily as Janice broke free of the MP's and launched herself on Sam's right breast. Sam screamed as Janice's fangs sunk deep into her titty. She sensed that Janice was draining her faster than before, trying to consume as much of her as possible before she was stopped. She saw Janice looking into her eyes, winking as her, as she drained her womanhood.

Sam screamed in pain as Janice drained her so rapidly. Jack couldn't endure the sound of Sam in agony. He pulled Janice off of Sam, but it was already too late. Sam's right breasts was now as tiny as the left.

Jack glared at Janice. "Now give us the location of the other two vampires. Where are they?"

"They're with Balok," said Janice.

"You lied to me," said Jack.

"And you lied to me," Janice grinned. "My only regret is that I couldn't think of a way to drain her down there," she said, gesturing between Sam's legs. She smiled mockingly at Jack.

Jack stared at her furiously, as if he might strike her. The moment passed, and he gestured for the MP's to take her away.

As she was dragged out, she shouted "It's glorious down there, Jack! You should really try it sometime!"

Jack went over to Sam, who was moaning softly. "Doc! Give her something for the pain." He held her hand as he looked at her breasts. They were small now, barely A cups, like a 15 year old. A pair of big, bloody puncture marks were on the center of each.

"Thank you," he whispered, pumping her hand. "Thank you," he repeated, and he actually reached down and kissed her on the forehead. Sam, barely conscious, just stared up at him in wonder.

Thalessa had ran into the Survey Service team just as she was leaving her apartment. It was her comm code which Janice had given Jack. When Thalessa saw the soldiers, at first she considered fleeing, but then she thought of a better idea.

"And so you brought them here. You betrayed me," said Balok.

"Don't talk to me about betrayal," Thalessa snapped.

"You cannot avoid your fate," said Balok. "The cycle will continue."

"How can the cycle continue... if you're dead?" Thalessa roared, and launched herself at Balok.

Balok was stronger, and in better shape, but Thalessa was in a rage. She was furious at being used, so thoroughly manipulated, not just now, but over and over, for thousands of years. They wrestled and clawed and scratched each other furiously.

Magenta used this opportunity to try to escape. She roared and tried to blaze a path through the Survey Service Marines. One of them shot her in the right shoulder, and that slowed her down. But then she threw a marine against the wall. And then another shot her, and she staggered. And then Jack shot her in the back, and she finally went down.

Jack heard another scream and then turned, and saw Balok and Thalessa on the floor, unmoving.

What he saw sickened him.

Thalessa's belly was split open. Balok's head was inside, as if he had been trying to bite down on her unborn child.

But Balok wasn't moving. As Jack stepped forward, he saw that a big chunk of Balok's neck had been bitten off.

He looked at Thalessa. She was bleeding profusely. Her eyes struggled to keep open. "The cycle is broken," she whispered.

"We'll get a doc-"

She tried to raise a hand. "Tell Nathan," she whispered. "Tell Nathan I-" and then her head slumped.

Jack reached down and felt for a pulse. Nothing.
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Three days later...

"Major! Back to normal, I see," said Jack, as Sam entered his office, wearing her trademark baggy military green button down shirt.

Sam tried to smile. "As normal as I can be, sir."

Sam and Janice had instantly been released from the influence of the Valvans when Balok had died. The only people still under their control were a handful of slaves who Magenta had turned.

But while Sam had been freed of the Valvan influence, she wasn't left unscarred. Now she had two, tiny A cup breasts. She was simply one of many on the victim list, which so far included 237 people. And the list was growing daily.

And then there were the emotional scars.

"Do you have a minute, sir?"

"For you? Always."

Sam sat down in a chair. "I want to thank you for interceding on my half. For taking responsibility for not reporting... our experiences with the alien plant to General Henderson."

"It was my fault, really. I should never have left you explore that greenhouse alone," said Jack.

Sam remembered how she had seduced him, and realized that Jack was being overly generous, as always.

"I just finished speaking to General Henderson. He said his first inclination was to remove me from HomePlanet Command. He says that since I've now been taken over three times, that I'm a liability."

"Three times? What was the third?"

"The excrement creature, sir? The one that went inside my-"

"Oh yes. The less said, the better."

"Yes, sir," said Sam. She took a deep breath. "But then the General said how impressed he was that I had volunteered my body, volunteered to let Janice feed on me, even though it left me... mutilated."

"You are never mutilated to me, Arden," said Jack.

Sam smiled, and barely resisted a sniffle. "Thank you sir. The General also said that you threatened to quit if I were fired. Is that true, sir?"

"The place wouldn't be the same without you," said Jack, shrugging his shoulders.

"Would you mind... I very much want to...."

"What, Arden?"

"To give you a hug, sir."

"No vampire teeth? No plant love making?"

She felt like she was going to cry again. "No sir, just a hug."

"All right," said Jack.

Sam stood up and raced around the desk, and desperately gave Jack a hug. "Thank you, oh thank you," she said, hugging him tightly. It felt so good, she didn't want it to end. But finally she pulled away, and realized she was sniffling. "You're such a good friend."

"That's what commanding officers are there for," said Jack.

"Yes, sir, commanding officers, that's what they do," she said, giving him a knowing look.

They stared at each other in silence for a long, uncomfortable moment.

"How's Janice?" Jack asked.

"She's... recovering," said Sam.

"Sam, I am so, so sorry," Janice had said. Her eyes were red from a long, long round of crying.

"It's all right, Janice," said Sam, hugging her.

"I did such terrible things to you," said Janice. "I drained you. I betrayed you. You became one of us, but you never did anything half as terrible as me." She paused. "I think... I think the Valvans tapped into something. Something deep inside me. Something I didn't want to admit."

"What is it, Janice?" Sam asked.

"That... I still have feelings for you. That I missed you. That maybe, even after all these years, I'm still angry at you. Angry at you for leaving me. For choosing a man, over me," said Janice. "I never wanted to admit to myself. I wanted us to be good friends. But I think, deep down, those feelings were always there. And the Valvans tapped into those feelings, and used my anger against you, used it to control me. I'm so sorry, Sam, so very sorry," said Janice.

"It's all right, Janice, it's all right," said Sam, rocking as she hugged her.

"And look at your beautiful, beautiful breasts now, Sam," said Janice. "They're tiny! And meanwhile my breasts are full C's again. It's not right, Sam, it isn't right how it all ended up," she said, sobbing.

Sam just sat there, and hugged her, letting her confess it all.

"So what Janice said... about the two of you...."

"It was true, sir. We had a relationship, in college," said Sam. She grinned. "We were LUGs."

"LUGS?" said Jack.

"Lesbians Until Graduation. You never heard the term, sir?"

"No. I never heard anyone say that at the University of Minnesota," said Jack. He paused. "And now?"

"And now what, sir?"

"Are you still attracted to..."

"No! No, sir," said Sam. "Only men. I hope... I hope you don't look at me any differently."

"Oh, that doesn't matter to me," said Jack hastily. "But... something else I was wondering...."

"Sir?"

"Why did you choose to try to drain Dunlop, and not me? I was certainly more available than Dunlop."

"That's true, sir."

"And you did drain your husband," said Jack.

"That I did, sir."

"Then... why not me?"

"Are you upset I didn't drain you, sir?" said Sam, giving a small smile.

"No... just curious."

"I... I'm not sure," said Sam, trying to remember. "Maybe... maybe I was trying to protect you."

"You weren't trying to protect me when you recruited me to have sex with an alien plant," said Jack.

"Yes, but my twisted mind back then was looking for someone to have sex with, not to drain, sir." She reddened, realizing she had said too much. She sucked her lips in her mouth tensely.

This was increasingly awkward.

But no more awkward than having to deal with Gavin.

She had drained him completely, reducing his genitalia to tiny proportions, and then treated him like a slave, locking him a closet and then forgetting about him. That was bound to have an effect on their relationship.

Sam explained what had happened to her. It was a lot for Gavin to absorb. He knew that Sam worked in HomePlanet Security, but because of the classified nature of her work, didn't really know what she did.

Now he did. His head was filled with tales of fighting alien parasites, in all shapes and forms. He learned that Sam had been taken over by aliens not once or twice but three times. Sam mercifully spared him the details of her semi-relationship with Colonel Sullivan when they had been under the influence of the Krion plants. There was enough for Gavin to chew on already.

And so Gavin learned that Sam had been taken over by a vampire-like creature, and that was why Sam had taken him over. It explained the situation, but it didn't help him with the way he felt.

What Gavin felt was betrayal. He knew it wasn't logical, but that was how he felt. Sam had drained him completely, and then treated him like a slave. It was a side of her he had never seen before. It deeply wounded him.

And now it appeared she was scarred, with tiny breasts, and he was even worse--unable to enjoy sex or even get an erection.

"Are we going to be like this for life?" Gavin asked.

"I'm not sure," said Sam. "Dunlop 4 is working on something."

The "something" that Dunlop 4 was working on came to fruition a week later. It was a device that came with a helmet. When Magenta was strapped into it, all the sexual energy she had stolen would be stored in a canister. That sexual energy could in turn be used to restore some of the victims.

"You said some of the victims," said Sam.

Dunlop nodded. "We only captured one of the three Valvans alive. Additionally, even Magenta does not retain all the sexual energy of those she drained. Much of it we consumed. The best we can hope for is to partially restore some of the victims."

To partially restore some of the victims. Sam gave that phrase a lot of thought.

"You may not want to watch this," Dunlop advised, as Magenta, screaming and kicking, was strapped into the chair, and the helmet was put on her head.

She was still screaming even as the device turned on, but her screams changed to one of horror. Her eyes bulged and her face started to flatten. The device emitted a powerful hum, and Magenta started to... to dry up.

Before Sam's very eyes, Magenta turned into powder.

"I told you you might not want to watch," said Dunlop 4, turning off the machine.

"Couldn't you... couldn't you have...."

"She was beyond saving," said Dunlop. "Unlike you, who had been turned into a slave, or lesser, Magenta had been turned into a full-fledged Valvan." He checked the readings on his device. Then he shook his head.

"What is it?"

"We extracted less than I hoped for," said Dunlop. "With the sexual energy I took from Magenta, we can partially restore perhaps... 85 to 90 of her victims."

85 to 90. And there were currently over 300.

They held a lottery, to determine who would get picked. But Sam insisted that her name not be on it.

"But why, Arden?" Jack asked. He seemed really upset.

"There are people worse off than me, sir," said Sam. She cupped her small breasts. "At least I still have breasts. Some women have none."

"But you should still have a chance."

"I'm partially responsible for what happened," said Sam. "I drained six women on my own."

"While they were controlling you," said Jack.

"And then there's Gavin," said Sam. "I drained him completely, even when I didn't need to," she said, in a small voice.

"Is that it?" said Jack. "This is your penance, for Gavin?"

"Maybe," said Sam, taking a deep breath and staring at the wall.

Sam felt a certain measure of relief when she learned that Gavin's name was on the list of one of the people to be restored. Or at least, partially restored. She wondered if Dunlop, who managed the list, had anything to do with it. She preferred not to ask.

She was there when Gavin sat in the chair. Like all the others, he was completely naked, so they could observe the level of restoration first hand.

Gavin was aware of all the eyes of the technicians on him. He had a man's body but an immature penis. He sat uncomfortably in the chair as a technician fitted the helmet over his head.

"Will this hurt?" he asked, looking up at Sam, who held his hand.

She smiled and shook her head. She nodded to Dunlop, who flipped the switch.

The device hummed, and power started to flow. But this time the power was going in the opposite direction, into the helmet.

Gavin's eyes widened and the fingers of his hands splayed out as he felt a surge of sexual energy enter his body. His baby sized penis started to glow. Slowly but surely it began to get bigger, longer. Gavin started to smile as his flaccid penis got longer, longer, longer...

And then the power cut off.

"What? Why did you stop?" said Gavin.

"That is all the power we can spare," said Dunlop 4.

Gavin looked down at his penis. It had grown bigger than it had been, but even flaccid, it wasn't nearly as large as it had been before he had been drained.

"That's it? That's all?"

"I am sorry," said Dunlop.

Gavin wordlessly got up and reached for his clothes, and headed for the door.

"Gavin!" Sam cried, going after him.

Sam returned a few minutes later, tears in her eyes.

She watched both men and women being restored. Women generally regained a cup size; A cups became B cups, B cups became C cups, and so on. Men who had been partially drained generally regained most or all of their penis size.

But men like Gavin who started with virtually nothing, ended up with something in the middle, like a penis of a semi-mature 14 year old.

"They can once again experience the pleasures of intercourse," Dunlop 4 had assured her. "They simply will not be as... vibrant as they once were."

Sam had nodded wordlessly. She had been counting the number of people entering the chair.

They had done nearly fifty on the first day. Each procedure only took a minute or two. Now, on the second day, they were doing the last group. Dunlop had said the machine would run out of power somewhere between the 85th and 90th subject.

Sam watched the 70th subject, a young woman already starting with B cup breasts, enter the room. That was hardly fair, she realized. There were many women starting with less.

Like her.

She watched the woman receive the procedure, and then she looked down and smiled as she cupped her newly restored C cup breasts. Like Sam used to have.

As the 75th person, a man, sat down in the device. Sam realized she was experiencing regret, regret that she hadn't entered the lottery. All she was left were tiny A cup breasts.

She had experimented, two nights ago, bringing herself to orgasm. Mercifully, Janice hadn't been given a chance to drain her down there again. That was fully intact.

But her breasts... the hadn't been this small, not since she had been 14. She remembered when she grew to a B cup, in the 11th grade. Sam had always been an early bloomer, and had quickly attracted the attention of the boys. Their attention only grew when she grew into a C cup bra.

After a brief period of ambivalence, Sam discovered that she loved having large breasts. It was part of her identity, who she was. And now she had tiny A cups. Sure, she could get implants, but it wouldn't be the same, not nearly.

As the 80th person, a woman with A cup breasts, like herself, sat in the chair, Sam realized her time was running out. This was her last chance to protest, to say something to Dunlop. But what could she say? That she changed her mind, and that she wanted to bump someone else's rightful turn in the chair? She could never make herself do it.

And so her heart sank as the 84th person sat in the chair, a young man with a medium sized penis, and then the 85th person, a woman with no breasts at all, and then the 86th person, a woman starting with B cups, and then, after the 86th person was restored, or partially so, Dunlop frowned, and turned off the machine.

He shook his head. "The storage canister is now empty."

Sam looked at the line of eager people. They had lined up to number 100, just in case. The next person in line was a man with a medium sized penis. He would never be fully restored.

The woman in the chair, who had been about to complain that she hadn't been fully restored either, looked at her breasts, which were something between a B and C cup, and suddenly felt very, very grateful, and she leapt up, all smiles, and hugged them, first Sam and then Dunlop.

Sam smiled back and tried to be happy for her. And then she gestured for the guards to take the other people out, and soon she and Dunlop were alone in the lab.

"I am sorry we did not have enough to restore everyone," said Dunlop 4, as he checked the equipment. "Especially you, Samantha"

"It's all right," said Sam. But it wasn't, and she knew it.

Dunlop 4, looking at the equipment, suddenly frowned.

"Is something wrong?"

"I am not sure. Samantha, would you do me a favor?"

"Yes?"

"Please sit in the chair, just for a moment."

Sam did, and looked up in wonderment, as Dunlop 4 lowered the helmet over her head. "What's this all about?"

"I am not entirely sure," Dunlop repeated. He flipped a switch, and the machine suddenly hummed with power again.

Sam, who had her clothes on, could not see what was happening, but she could feel it. It was her breasts. They were tingly.

"Dunlop!" she said excitedly. "What's happening?"

Dunlop checked the instruments, but did not answer.

The tingling continued for a full three minutes, longer than any of the treatments they had given any of the others.

And then the machine died again, the hum fading away.

Sam excitedly unbuttoned her shirt. "My breasts! They're... fully restored! Dunlop... how?"

"It seems I forgot the fact that while the energy store of this device was depleted, the buffer retained a certain amount of residual energy."

"A certain amount. Just enough to totally restore one person," said Sam skeptically.

"Yes. It was fortunate you were here when I was able to test it, or else the residual energy might have gone to waste."

Sam leapt up and hugged him tightly. "Oh, Dunlop, I love you!" She cried. She kissed him on the cheek.

Dunlop gave a rare laugh. "You are just naturally pleased at being restored to your former self."

"Yeah," said Sam, her eyes narrowing. "That's all it is. I'm sure of it." But she had a big smile on her face even as she said it.​