Slave Planet: WAR OF THE BLOOD FIENDS!

Prince Vlad smiled slightly as the young woman was dragged before him. She had been crying and her clothing was torn away. The dark one noted that she was actually very pretty. No doubt, some now dead fool had been proud to have had such an attractive wench as a mate. Ah well, all things must pass, the smile spread over the dark features. Sometimes, the Prince missed having someone to share his ironic musings. No one had a sense of humor anymore. Pity. In certain ways, earth hadn't been all that bad. However, he was not prepared to return just yet.

"Please spare me," the pitiful creature begged. "I'll serve as a slave, just please don't hurt me anymore."

The Prince scratched his chin thoughtfully. He smiled again as the two bestial fiends that held the girl captive fidgeted in anticipation. Such stupid, ugly things, the Prince thought to himself. Still, they had their uses. He absentmindedly fondled the beautiful and ancient amulet that hung about his neck. With this device his power reigned supreme over these monsters, and for as long as he wished. How utterly convenient. Still, and he shot a quick sidelong glance at Sarensin, some were decidedly more highly evolved than the majority. It was best he pay heed to that fact. Vlad's thoughts quickly returned to the moment.

"If you wish to serve me, why not begin by pleasuring me with your lovely mouth. Perhaps if you do it well, I might be merciful."

The girl raised a lovely porcelain arm and wiped away some of the tears. Her features became hopeful and she crawled closer. Her small hands tugged at the Prince's leather trousers until the material slid partially down over his hips. His huge cock tumbled out, bouncing with eagerness. Her eyes grew large as they surveyed his massive, dangling organ, tentatively she reached upwards to cup his bloated ball sack. She squeezed the monster cock, and despite all that had happened to her, her eyes betrayed an expression of admiration and perhaps even a hint of excitement. The young girl stroked the shaft for only a few moments before opening her mouth wide to accept the purplish colored, swollen head.

The Prince found his captive's sucking more than sufficient. Occasionally he grunted his approval as large pretty eyes looked into his, seeking a sign that he was pleased. He grabbed the back of her head and guided her motion as her nursing became more feverish. The girl sucked with all the strength in her smooth facial muscles as the Prince drove his organ into her face with ever increasing urgency. Valiantly resisting the urge to gag, the courageous woman gulped down the long cock like a starving animal. The Prince bent over his victim, his hand went to the cute pointy tittys that swayed madly with every sucking movement. His powerful hands gripped them tightly, pinching the pouty nipples until the girl grimaced with pain. Still, she slurped on the big meat while the Prince's fat balls bounced against her chin. "You have some degree of talent," the Prince moaned.

"Thank you master," the girl said before quickly swallowing down as much of the cock as she could. The beastly creatures behind her growled impatiently and Vlad decided that it was perhaps time to finish the show.

"Stand up and bend over, grasp your ankles," he demanded of his captive.

The young woman obeyed quickly even as her expression changed to one of despair again. "What are you going to do master?" She asked with frightened alertness.

The Prince chuckled, "I'm ready to get this over with and I need something truly tight to finish off with. Bend over further." His voice had become sinister and commanding, as might be expected from one long used to being obeyed. He placed his cock against her soft ass cheeks and hunched for a minute or two, savoring the smoothess of her round, white, fleshy shanks. "Ah yes, that is quite nice." He said.

The girl's hips trembled nervously as Vlad placed the head of his organ against her rectal opening. He grasped her about the waist and pulled her onto his throbbing meat.

"Ooooohhhhhhh!" The girl exclaimed as the long dick forced its way into her bowels. "Oh master, oh.....please wait, I think I must use the bathroom!"

"Later," the Prince laughed. He pushed her head down and commenced a slow rhythmic plunging into the woman's tortured rectum. Soon, his strokes became faster and harder. At last the time for release arrived and his balls emptied after one last mighty thrust that finished with his cock driven deeply to the hilt in the painfully stretched asshole.

"AAAhhhhhhhhhh!" The Prince's eyes grew glazed as he sent his tainted load far into the girl's intestines.

He withdrew, shaking his organ vigorously before putting it away. Then he wiped his lips and bared a set of horrific, razor sharp fangs. The female lay exhausted and panting on the cold ground, still on all fours. The Prince went to one knee and effortlessly lifted the girl onto his lap. He flipped the frightened child onto her back before sinking his fangs deep into her heaving right breast. He sucked greedily and long until his victim swooned and closed her eyes, barely clinging to life. Sarensin and the two beastmen growled anxiously. Vlad glowered at them with bloodshot eyes and bloodstained shirt. With a look of disdain, he tossed the helpless girl at their feet. "Feast, you wretched fiends," he stated before turning and walking away, no longer interested.

The three hairy monsters fell on the woman with a depraved roar. Their ghastly large tusks tore through flesh and bone alike. The woods were filled with the sickening sound of human flesh being ripped away and devoured. The pain caused the girl's eyes to open for a split second. Upon seeing what had become of her, she managed one last pleading scream of agony. The Prince did not hear, he was long gone.
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Christina searched amongst the dead bandits until she found a full flask of trunk. Riddick lay on his stomach as she poured the searing liquid into the gash on his back.
Solemnity O'Kain brought forth a small wooden box from somewhere on his person. It contained needle and thread and a small vial of smelly black grease. After Christina finished cleaning the wound with trunk and a piece of cloth torn from her dress O'Kain went to work.

"Don't worry my boy, I know a thing or two about stitching up wounds made by steel. First I needs to apply some of this healing balm I obtained from an african fetishman. It will burn you like the fires of hell itself but nothing be a'better when it comes to preventing wound fever."

Riddick grimaced only slightly as O'Kain dipped his fingers into the black substance and proceeded to rub it carefully into the gaping wound. Then, with skilled hands, the puritan swordsman sewed the torn flesh back together. He poured a bit more trunk on the cloth and wiped away the last of the blood. O'Kain sniffed the trunk suspiciously before turning the flask up and taking a very long draw. "Hmmm," he said. "I've had much worse grog in my day. It be a good thing to see there is some thread of civilization on this strange world wherabouts I find myself. I be done brother Riddick, I suspect a strapping lad such as yourself will be good as new in no time."

Riddick groaned slightly and thanked O'Kain. "We need to get moving," he said.

The bald outlaw had gone much further in pursuit of the blue light than he'd realized. It took a good while before the three found their way back to Riddick's companions. A pissed off Banin stood in the doorway of the watchtower, rifle at the ready.

"Where in fuck have you been this time Riddick?" Banin asked. "And who in hell are those people with you. And if you don't mind, do you know anything about the shooting I heard a little while ago?" There was a hint of nervousness in Banin's voice. He looked O'Kain up and down, not noting anything re-assuring in the puritan's cold stare. Despite himself, the young off-worlder shuddered a bit at the icy blue eyes underneath the floppy black hat.

Riddick was hardly in the mood for Banin's bullshit. "This place is infested with bandits. I would have been killed if these two people hadn't helped me out. They're my friends now and seeing as how they're bound for Merryville, I invited them along. I knew you wouldn't mind and if you do O'Kain here will gladly slice your head off with that long blade of his. Take my advice Banin and don't fuck with him. He won't stop with bustin' up your face like I did."

Banin let his rifle barrel drop towards the stone steps leading up to the watchtower. "I don't like it," he growled mostly under his breath. Nobody paid attention as the two men and woman were already climbing upwards.