Attack of the Sex Vampires
By Gary LM Martin
Chapter 2
She was a Valvan Princess.
That was the very first thing she remembered.
On Visenia, Thalessa was royalty, which also meant, by definition, that she was also a Valvan. There were perhaps a few hundred Valvans on the entire planet. There were also slaves. Several million of them.
There were slaves of every kind. Slaves who worked in their palaces; slaves who worked in industry, or in the military; slaves used for sex; and of course, the most important kind of slave of all; those who were fed upon.
With millions of slaves, and only a small number of Valvans, most slaves were spared having their gender drained from them. Some Valvans were more "high minded" and only drained a little gender from each subject, selecting women with large breasts, for example, and only taking enough from them to reduce them to average sized ones.
But Thalessa never pretended to be high minded.
She had been created by Balok the Great, who was also called Balok the Cruel and Balok the Terrible. Balok thought nothing about having wild parties, getting rip roaring drunk, and completely draining every serving girl in the room, down to their flat chests. During Selection Days, he would sometimes order whole families to step forward and ask them each to choose a family member to be drained of gender. He was said to be crueler than the other Valvans because he enjoyed not merely draining his slaves, but inspiring terror among them as he did.
And Balok encouraged such cruel tendencies in Thalessa. He started her training by bringing in a family of a man and his wife and his four adult children, ranging in ages from 18 to 24, and asked Thalessa which one "She wanted first". And he and Thalessa would drain each family member, one by one, while the others watched. First they drained the children, while the parents watched.
"Be proud!" Balok told the mother, after he had finished draining one of the children. "Your daughter is now a little girl again!", and he pointed boldly at the young girl with totally deflated breasts, and a now hairless vagina. A sexually mature 20 year old girl had been reduced to the age of 10 in the span of moments. The only difference is that the 10 year old girl had the mind of a 20 year old, and would never, ever again have a sexually mature body.
Balok smiled as Thalessa eagerly drained one grown up child after another. She enjoyed taking the boys, who she could work inside of her and drain 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." Janice's eyes sparkled in the candlelight.
"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 Sam 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 an appetite 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, Sam," said Janice. She stared at Sam with deep, dark eyes which had an alien sparkle in them. Suddenly, Sam felt herself being captivated by them.
"I asked if you missed
