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She woke to find herself on the floor of a cabin,

The cabin was bare dark and damp

She felt queasy and uneasy as if waking from being drugged,

She was wearing boots, tight leather shorts and a vest

Her hair was wet from the moisture,

Short yet messy and she felt aches and bruises all over

Just then the door opened and bright neon light shine in,

She saw what appeared to be a number of figures

They spoke loudly and laughed,

It was all muffled in her head like her vision

The door shut leaving two figures alone in the room with her,

One picked her up under the arm pits

The other walked very close to her,

A tanned yes ruggedly featured man with a beard

He was built like an ox with tattoos,

Suddenly the hands that picked her up now reached round

The hands fondling and squeezing her breasts were female,

The rugged man undid her shorts and thrust his hands in them

Both were rough with her, both said they intended to have her,

She looked so frail and vunerable

But she had an athletically toned body,

And as the female behind kissed and bit on her neck

The man continued to use his hand to make her wet,

And as he said ‘that’s my girl just give us what we want’

She grimaced and closed her eyes,

Then in a moment there was a flash of light across her mind,

A surge of pleasure and ecstacy

Then she heard the rugged man and his female accomplice moan loudly in pleasure,

And then she heard them scream in pain,

As her own climax rocked her entirety

When she opened her eyes both of her assailants were on the floor eviscerated,

She had absorbed their energy and essence

And fed on both of them as they reached their peak

She now felt rejuvenated and full of health and vitality,

She scanned the two bodies again and smiled

Walked to the door and knocked on it,

It opened and the rest of the crew of the space ship stood waiting

As if they all intended to take turns,

Now she no longer looked weak or vunerable

Now she looked like a powerful warrior,

And smiled a craven smile, ‘so who’s next’ she said

‘I ache and yearn for more’,

The crew looked scared for good reason

They all tried to run and hide but she tracked them all down one by one,

And used her passion and lust to drain each and everyone of them

She then sent out an SOS to other ships

Drugged herself and then laid among the crew, as if a survivor,

A new ship docked, took her on board

They shared the same thoughts as the last crew,

She would enjoy draining them too.

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