Parasites Love Earth!, Page 20

  Balok smiled as Thalessa eagerly drained one child after another. She enjoyed taking the boys, who she could work inside of her and drain them until their manhoods became boyhoods. She growled as she sucked all their manliness out of them.

  And all the while the parents stood there, totally mortified, unable to move a muscle. After Balok and Thalessa took the parents ("as dessert", as Balok put it), they got drunk and made wild love to each other until they dropped off to a victorious slumber.

  Balok owned thousands of slaves, and he was feared by all. And as his bride, Thalessa also ruled over them. She saw the thousands, bowing down outside the Palace on the Day of Fealty, and felt a tremendous power surge through her. They were all hers. She could have any one of them. Thalessa didn't know if the thoughts were her own, and she didn't care. She was a ruler, and loved every moment of it.

  ********

  "Sam, I'm having a small gathering of friends over tonight. We'd love it if you'd drop by," Janice said casually, over lunch in HomePlanet Security Headquarters.

  Something about Janice was different. Sam couldn't quite tell what it was. Her skin was kind of shiny. Her breasts seemed to stand up more. And her eyes... they sparkled, now. Tricks of the lights, no doubt.

  "I'd love to, Janice, but I'm just so tired. I think I'm going to go home and collapse," said Sam.

  Janice lowered her voice. "Have you been burning the candle at both ends, Sam? Are you and Colonel Sullivan still trying to make a baby with that plant?"

  That stopped Sam cold. Janice was reminding her, not too subtly, that she had covered for Sam and hadn't report to General Henderson that she had been impregnated by the Krion plant creatures. She owed Janice. But Sam was startled to hear Janice raise the subject like this. It sounded almost like blackmail.

  "Uh, all right," said Sam. "I can come over. But really, I'm very tired-"

  "You won't have to stay long. Just say hello and have a quick drink, I promise," said Janice, a little too quickly

  "All right," said Sam reluctantly.

  ********

  Later that evening, Sam rang the buzzer on the door to Janice's apartment. She was really tired. She would be glad to get back home to Gavin, have a quick dinner, and get some rest.

  Janice opened the door. She was wearing... what was she wearing? It looked like a semi transparent nightgown. What kind of clothing was that for a house party?

  "Sam, you're here! Good!" she gave Sam a hug. A tight hug. "Come in, come in."

  Sam entered her apartment. She saw red candles lit all over the place. But no one else seemed to be there.

  "Where is everyone?" Sam asked.

  "Oh, don't worry, they'll be along soon."

  "Don't you think you'd better change?" Sam asked, indicating Janice's nightgown. She tried not to look at Janice's supple breasts, which were quite apparent through her nightgown. If she didn't know better, she would think that Janice was trying to seduce her.

  "Oh, there's plenty of time for that," Janice assured her. "Sit down. Have a drink." She half ran into the bedroom.

  Sam sat down on the sofa, and poured herself a small glass of wine. This was all very odd. Another thing she noticed: there were only two wine glasses.

  Suddenly, she thought she understood what was going on.

  Janice was trying to seduce her.

  They had been lesbian lovers in college, but by her senior year Brian Wentworth had slipped her some penis during a wild house party and Janice, with all her many shaped dildos and vibrators, simply couldn't compete with the natural feeling of flesh on flesh. They had broken up, and at first there had been some hard feelings, but they had stayed friends.

  But why, after all these years, would Janice try to rekindle their old relationship? Janice knew that Sam was happily married to Gavin.

  That question hung in her mind as Janice, still wearing her not nearly opaque enough nightgown, strode back into the living room and sat uncomfortably next to Sam on the couch, thigh to thigh.

  "Drink?" said Sam awkwardly.

  "Sure," said Janice.

  Sam poured her a drink, and Janice drained it in one gulp. Where had Janice gotten appetites like that? She seemed like a changed woman.

  Janice put down the glass. "Sam, it's probably obvious to you that I called you here under false pretenses."

  "Yes," said Sam.

  "I always want us to be honest with each other, Sam," said Janice, putting a hand on her thigh. "That's the kind of relationship we should be having."

  Relationship. Sam's heart beat a little faster.

  "Have you ever missed us, Sam?" said Janice, letting her fingers roam along Sam's leg.

  "Janice, I'm happily married to-"

  "I didn't ask that," said Janice. She stared at Sam with deep dark eyes. Suddenly, Sam felt herself being captivated by them.

  "I asked if you missed us. If you missed me," said Janice, her hand still roaming.

  "I... I... I always think of you as dear friend, Janice," said Sam. Something was happening. Something was happening to her mind. And the scariest part was, Sam didn't know what it was.

  "No no no," said Janice, shaking her head. "We were more than that. We were closer, much closer," she said, moving her lips over Sam.

  "Janice, we shouldn't," said Sam.

  "Yes, we should," said Janice, pressing her lips against Sam. She kissed Sam hungrily, tasting her, dominating her. When she pulled back, she smiled. "Good, wasn't it?"

  "Janice, this was a mistake. I think I should go." Sam started to get up. But suddenly, her legs didn't work.

  "You're not going anywhere," said Janice, starting to undo the clasps on Sam's blouse. "Not until I've had my way with you. With all of you."

  Sam grabbed Janice's wrist to stop her. Janice looked into Sam's eyes. "Lower your arm."

  Sam found herself lowering her arm.

  "Look into my eyes," said Janice.

  "No, Janice," said Sam. But she couldn't resist. Sam stared into them. She found herself losing herself.

  "Look closer... closer...."

  Sam did. She felt like she was in a dream now. She didn't resist as Janice finished removing her shirt, and then opened the front clasp on her Survey Service bra. As her breasts were revealed, Janice cupped them approvingly. "They've gotten a little bigger since college, haven't they, Sam?" she smiled.

  "Yes," Sam heard herself saying. She felt like she was having a lucid dream, one not under her control.

  Sam let Janice roll her over and unclip her skirt. She was equally pliant in letting Janice lift her ass as she removed Sam's panties. Janice smiled as rubbed Sam's nether lips. "They're exactly where I left them."

  She reached down and gave Sam a big kiss. Sam responded, giving as Janice's lips took from her.

  Then Janice pulled back, and gave her a purposeful stare, as if trying to decide whether Sam was ready for the next step. Then she nodded slightly, and opened her nightgown and removed it.

  Sam gasped, her eyes widening.

  Janice was beautiful. Her breasts had absolutely no sag. It was as if she were 18 years old again. Her titties were already erect, and pointing straight at Sam. She could see Janice's nether lips, glistening in the light of the living room, and it excited her.

  Janice sensed Sam's reaction and smiled. She rotated Sam's unresisting body so she was lying horizontally on the couch, and then slowly lay her body on top of her.

  Sam shivered as she felt Janice's body pressed against her own, her firm breasts, her slim belly, and her firm thighs.

  Janice looked down at Sam. "Kiss me," she demanded.

  Sam couldn't deny her. There was something in Janice's eyes which demanded compliance. She leaned forward, and kissed Janice on the lips. Janice's lips hungrily took from her, and Sam gave. It was the only way to express it. And Sam loved every moment of it.

  They hugged, they kissed, they touched, and Sam got more and more excited. Janice kept looking in Sam's eyes, giving her a playful but firm look, telling Sam
that she owned her, that Sam was her property once again, that she had finally reclaimed what was rightfully hers.

  And then Janice went down over Sam's left breast, and started to suck her nipple.

  "Ooooh!" Sam cried. It felt like much, much more than sucking a nipple. What was Janice doing to her?

  Janice lifted her head, and Sam's nipple came out of her mouth with a pop. "Are you ready for more?"

  Sam smiled and nodded eagerly.

  "All right..." Janice put her head back down, and took Sam's nipple in her mouth again. She once again felt intense pleasure... but then, also, a stabbing pain. Sam cried out, and tried to lift Janice's head away from her breast, but Janice could not be moved. Her head and hands were clamped on Sam's breast with a solid grip

  Sam felt pain mixed in with pleasure. She didn't know how to process it in her mind. She felt like part of her was leaving her body, and going into Janice. And the uncomfortable feeling was still mixed with pleasure. She moaned with pain and joy at the same time, unsure what she was feeling.

  When Janice finally lifted her head, her mouth was filled with blood. Sam's blood. She smiled. "Did you enjoy that?"

  "Hurts," said Sam. She tried to look down at her breast, but Janice lifted her head and made her kiss again. Sam felt the taste of her own blood in her mouth.

  And then Janice was moving down on her other nipple, and suddenly she felt a sharp pain, as if her areola had been stabbed. And then again, she felt a sharp mixture of pleasure and pain. The two were so intertwined that Sam had trouble figuring out what to feel. She ended up groaning, arching her back, wrapping her hands around Janice's head, as Janice sucked out her essence.

  When Janice was done and she pulled up, Sam looked down and to her horror, saw that her breasts were now smaller. Much smaller. And each one had bite marks around the areola.

  "What did you do to me?" said Sam.

  "I fed on you. And you were so delicious," said Janice. "But that was just the appetizers. It's time for the main course. Don't... don't move an inch," she smiled, moving lower down.

  Soon her face was over Sam's nether lips. She spread them, and smiled up at Sam.

  "Janice, no," she whispered.

  Janice sucked Sam's clitoral hood. It felt so wonderful. But then a moment later Janice bit down, hard.

  Sam screamed. She tried to sit up, but couldn't move. She felt her womanly essence between her legs, slowly being drained. She saw Janice looking up at her from below. Even as her mouth and tongue worked to take her femininity from her, she saw laughter in Janice's eyes. She was enjoying every minute of this.

  Sam cried as Janice drained her womanhood. She actually saw Janice's breasts grow bigger, firmer, as she took what she wanted from Sam.

  When she was done, she moved back up to take another kiss from Sam, who by now was sobbing.

  "Hurts," she cried, feeling pain in both breasts and between her legs.

  "Do you want me to take away the pain?"

  Sam kept sobbing.

  "Sam, listen to me. Do you want me to end the pain?" Janice asked.

  Sam, with tears in her eyes, nodded.

  "Then look into my eyes."

  "No," said Sam.

  Janice held her head firmly. "Look into my eyes."

  Sam did... and she was lost.

  ********

  Sam woke up with a jerk, unaware that she had been asleep. She checked the chrono. It was 9 o'clock. She had been at Janet's apartment for nearly three hours. It felt like three days.

  "Welcome back, sleepyhead," said Janice. She was still naked.

  Sam looked at her, and felt a surge of lust. She gave Janice an incredible kiss.

  Afterwards, Janice grinned. "That's my girl," she said admiringly.

  Sam looked down at herself. Her breasts were much smaller now, basically A Cups. Half her pubic hair was withered and gone. "What did you do to me?"

  "I drained you," said Janice slyly. "At least, partially. But don't worry. You can get it all back."

  "I can?" said Sam.

  "Yes. All you need to do is feed on someone."

  "Feed?" said Sam.

  Janice rubbed Sam's breasts. "You can feel it now, can't you? A hungering?"

  Sam nodded. She did feel a hungering. But for what, she didn't entirely know.

  "I made you one of us."

  "What does that mean?"

  You're my bitch now," said Janice, giving her a playful slap on the ass.

  "Your bitch?"

  "You're a slave, of a slave," said Janice, smiling. "That means you can do what I do, almost as well. You can feed off others, and mesmerize them."

  "Why?"

  "Because we must all serve Balok," said Janice, her eyes shining. "My master is Balok. He is your master too, now. You know that, don't you?"

  Sam thought for a moment. "Yes. Somehow I do. You did something to me. Put something in me."

  "I put things in you, and took out others," said Janice. "All for the better." She robbed Sam's breasts. "Think of your hungering. You have it now. You want to suck the sexual maturity out of someone, don't you?"

  "I... I don't know."

  "Think how good it would feel, to drain someone of their sexual energy," Janice purred, kissing her neck. "To drain a breast, to completely put that energy inside of you.

  "Yes..." said Sam, starting to envision it.

  "To drain a penis, to take all that male strength and make it your own," she said, rubbing Sam's clitoris.

  "Yessss...." said Sam, arching her head back.

  Janice continued to whisper into her hear as she fondled her. "Think how big and hard all that sexual energy it would make your breasts again. You would love the feeling to have that kind of power coursing through you. It would be incredible."

  "Incredible," Sam whispered, arching her back as Janice continued to fondle her. "Who... who shall I take?"

  "You could start with your husband," Janice said.

  "Gavin?" said Sam, suddenly stiffening.

  "You want these to be big again, don't you?" Janice said, squeezing her breasts.

  "Yes...."

  "You want the hunger in your belly to be quenched, don't you?"

  "Yes!" said Sam, with more feeling.

  "Then you must drain Gavin."

  Sam looked conflicted.

  Janice looked into her eyes. "You must drain Gavin."

  Sam's face grew blank. "I must drain Gavin."

  "Good girl," said Janice, slapping her on the ass. "You'd better be getting home. Gavin will start to worry where you are."

  ********

  The hunger inside of Sam only built up on her ride home. Even in her convoluted state of mind, she understood why Janice had partially drained her before making her a slave.

  To increase her need.

  If she wanted to get rid of this growing, clawing hunger in her belly, she would have to drain Gavin.

  Sam didn't want to. But minute by minute, the hunger was growing, gnawing at her. She knew she wouldn't be able to resist it if Gavin were nearby.

  For a moment she considered not going home, turning herself into HomePlanet security. But if she did that, she knew her hunger would not be fed, and it would only grow stronger, and more painful. The only way to feed her hunger was to take Gavin, a voice in her head repeated.

  Sam went home.

  When she got there, Gavin was just finishing dinner. "Hey, I was wondering where you were. Hungry?"

  Sam was very hungry, but not for what Gavin was offering. "I stopped by Janice's on the way home. She had a house party with some friends."

  "Hey, that's great. How's Janice doing?"

  Gavin was so clueless. He had no idea that Sam had had a three year relationship with Janice. She had never told him. All he knew was that Janice was a friend from college.

  "Fine," said Sam. She sat down in his lap, put her arms around his neck, and gave him a kiss.

  "Mmmm," said Gavin. "What's that for?"

  "I'm hungry," said
Sam.

  "I can whip something up for you," said Gavin.

  "I'd prefer you whip something out for me," Sam replied, rubbing his crotch.

  It didn't take much prodding to move this to the bedroom. Sam made sure the lights were off so Gavin would not see the depleted condition of her body. His hands felt her breasts, but if he felt a difference, he didn't say anything. Before long their clothes were off, and they were rolling around, hugging and kissing each other.

  Sam had already fought and lost the ethical battle of whether she should drain Gavin. The hunger within her was just too great. He moved between her legs, but this time she knew she had to mount him from above if this was going to work. She pushed him on his back with unaccustomed strength and said, "No. I will be on top."

  "Well, all right," said Gavin, with a big smile. He had no idea what was about to happen.

  Sam took his male sex organ and inserted it into her. She hugged him tightly, and started to move up and down. As she did, Gavin felt her tightness gripping him and moaned. But he also felt something else. It felt like... part of him was draining. It was as if he were already ejaculating, but something else, not fluid, was coming out of him.

  He opened his mouth to say something, but Sam put her lips over his, grinding hungrily, taking from him all she could. And then as Sam moved more intensely, Gavin started to feel actual pain. It felt as if part of his penis was actually melting. He cried out, but it died in his throat.

  Sam moved faster and faster, basking in both kinds of sexual energies she was feeling. And then her body was buckling, and she threw her head back, and she yelled "Ooooh, oooh, oooooh!" as she climaxed.

  When she pulled off of Gavin, he moaned in discomfort. He looked down at his penis. Even semi-flaccid, it was smaller than it once was. He looked at his pubic hair. The top part of it had withered away.

  "What have you done? What have you done to me?" said Gavin.

  Sam smiled and took Gavin in her arms. "I fed on you."

  "You did what?"

  "I fed on you," said Sam, taking his face in her hands. She stared him in the eyes. "I fed on you, and you loved it."