Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 36: The Whorehouse Saga PT II
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 36: The Whorehouse Saga PT II - Steampunk is a stand alone coming-of-age story. Bill Morgan, Tom’s son, from the first Meeting An Alien story is almost grown up. Bill, at loose ends, arrives on Earth-19 where many dangers, challenges and needy damsels await him. It is a separate story with all new characters and a places; i.e. it is a vastly different world with a an Old-West feel. Think mid-19th century; Steam power, percussion cap weapons and duals to the death.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Ma Fa mt ft Coercion Consensual Romantic Farming Restart Steampunk Science Fiction Aliens Alternate History Post Apocalypse Time Travel Paranormal Magic Spanking Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex First Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Big Breasts Size Small Breasts Smoking
My harem had grown more with the addition of Nylah, Flora, Emilia, and Rebecca.
I was in my den the next morning, reviewing reports from the factories.
Ox intruded, “Bill. Do you have a minute?”
“Yes, what is it, buddy?”
“I found out some of the ancestry issues with the Perry sisters. We knew genetically they were not 100% human. You healed them by way of our Exos cleaning their blood of funky stuff that did not belong. It appears they still can only bear daughters.”
I said, “Funky stuff? What kind of funky stuff?”
“It’s not exactly a virus, but it is similar in some ways. We are not sure of its origin.”
I said, “If Rebecca and Emelia are not human, what are they?”
Ox said, “We sent a drone back in time to find out more. It was not totally 100% fruitful. As they say, It’s complicated. We know they are Romanian Moroaică. They are White Eastern Europeans, and the Moroaică live in Romania on your world.”
“Emilia Perry and Rebecca have a blood virus descended from a man called Constantia. He is said to have been a vampire if you believe that bit of lore. It is said there is a curse, so only female Moroaică can be born. This correlates with ancient lore. Our drone was unable to get near him. Constantia could detect the drone somehow.”
Ox said, “Their mother, Lizuca Dobrescu, killed her master, Constantia. She escaped her cell, and she did him in then. She managed to stake his heart.
Constantia was the direct descendant of Vlad VIII. That is the vampire connection between their mother and the girls. Their mother is very old.
The Moroaică are believed to be powerful sex witches. Constantia had been keeping Lizuca in a cell only to fuck her. Her blood could be used to keep a man hard and hungry for sex indefinitely. A form of siren, yet sirens live in the ocean and sing. The Vampire connection seems feeble to us and not part of the issue here. As I said, it’s complicated.”
Ox said, “Lizuca was half Moroaică, so her daughters are 1/4 blood. They are 3/4 human. You healed them, so their blood is now clean of the virus. They are now in no real danger. They are more like your average Romanian girls.”
Ox said, “Since Lizuca killed her cruel owner, she had to retreat from Romania fast.”
“Slavery is illegal in Romania today and has been that way for a long time. Back then, Vlad VIII was powerful. Almost a god. His death had a profoundly radical impact on the region’s politics. It likely happened long enough ago that nobody is thinking about Lizuca anymore. There is no mention of her name anywhere in all these centuries past. We know this from snooping through her personal letters.”
Ox said, “Today, Lizuca lives only with females. Getting near any male sets her hunger off, so she must feed. She avoids men like the plague. She is a very real danger and over 500 years old. Every once in a while, she needs to top off with fresh young blood to remain immortal. That part of the Dracula myth is true. She doesn’t suck all the blood out now; she has learned to control her blood lust. We used a drone to observe this.”
Ox said, “Lizuca ended up living with another woman on her farm. Cristina Puiu is too old now to help Lizuca. Drones tell me Lizuca is getting quite needy. Cristina is too old to help her. Cristina’s blood no longer works. She has not had a blood fix for two years. She is very overdue. She needs young male blood in particular.”
“Vlad VIII (died 1546) is a Wallachian nobleman with many titles you cannot pronounce. He was politically powerful, although he never reigned in Wallachia. He was supposedly assassinated with poison by an angry servant. We think that may have been Lizuca or possibly another Moroaică. Anyway, she got away and eventually settled near here around 100 years ago.”
I said, “That’s a long story that is sad except for the two girls. What is your takeaway?”
Ox said, “We should consider that you visit Lizuca.”
I said, “Uh, so I can have my blood drained by a hungry Wallachian vampire? Na-ah, I don’t think so.”
Ox said, “You know I can tell from your voice you are bullshitting me, right?”
I said, “I suspected that; thank you for confirming it. Do you have a plan, or am I just going to walk down a road and hope I, or we, find her place and she doesn’t drain me dry?”
Ox said, “You should take Rebecca or Emilia. They can direct you there. Without them, you could be sucked dry like a sippy cup. Besides, by the time she gets a sip of your blood, she will be completely compromised by the Exos. She is likely to recover from the virus. She would merely get a good taste.”
“Hmmm ... Are you sure about that?”
Ox said, “Yes. We took a teeny sample of her flesh and watched it when we introduced Exos. They overcame the odd vampire virus infection. The flesh continued to thrive, so it was safe for her. If she truly dislikes men, we cannot change that. The point is, we have a possible cure for Lizuca. Whether it changes her immortality or not, we can’t tell until after it’s done. She will likely no longer desire blood. Without the virus, she will become normal, whatever that means for a half-millennia-old ex-vampire.
I replied, “Ya - that’s a big freaking NO. First, I am no Superman, charging around the world protecting foolish people. That’s not my job, dude.”
Second, I am not risking myself. No matter how small you think the risk is. It’s not your risk to take.
n Third and finally, this is just a curiosity and has nothing to do with me or my mission. It’s too far outside the scope of why I am here. See if you can find out what moron thought this was a good idea. Have that person or AI spaced? They are an idiot, or they are a psycho.
Galt Dinan - Several days ago
Galt looked once again at the young woman after he saw her head fall forward. She is quite a dish, a tall, willowy figure with long black hair. He rarely sees a young woman this fine-looking. He slides his hand into her dress and cups a titty. It’s just a handful, yet quite firm. Galt got hard just thinking about her and what he would do to her in the coming days. She will soon be hooked on his and his brother’s drugs.
The young woman is obviously knocked out cold. Galt’s dive is called ‘Dinan’s Lounge’ and is really just a bar. It has a small stage and dance floor. Galt presents singers nightly to the ‘lounge’ accompanied by a guitar, a fife, and a drum. His business is very good.
Galt’s brother Calum runs a secret whorehouse. It’s just across an alley behind Galt’s Lounge.’
Galt looked again hungrily at the pretty girl. She is passed out and a superior candidate for Calum’s whorehouse - eventually. First, Galt plans to make her his plaything for a while. He would keep her carefully doped up for several days until she was hooked.
Galt will fuck her again and again until she can’t walk. He hopes she is a virgin. Galt loves virgins. The more pain she feels, the better the experience for him.
Bill
Ox said, “Bill, wake up, please. There is an emergency, I think you want to get involved in.”
I said, “Time?”
“One a.m.”
I said,” What is going on? Is this another attempt at making me Superman again?”
“No. Nothing like that at all. Goons have captured Lara. She was given a soporific sedative. They plan to use her in a whorehouse.”
I said, “What the fuck is a soporific?”
“In her case, it is an opium-based sedative that puts you to sleep; this formula used to be called a roofy.”
I began to slide off the foot of the bed. For once, I was not on the side of the bed when the fun had ended.
I had enjoyed another night with all the women who came. I did five of them before I got bored.
I padded to the bathroom naked and washed my face to wake up. I went to the closet and dressed in normal street clothes, including breeches this time. I wore dark clothes that were not fancy. I got my belt and made sure to have a second pistol. That would be twenty-six .38 caliber rounds. I had two extra clips in case.
The Heillizdt had switched me to an auto pistol of their own design, not a foreign galactic model. This new one resembled a small-caliber single-shot flintlock. The flint parts are fake. It held 12 powerful alien bullets in a double-stacked magazine. The 13th round was held in the chamber.
Ox injected, “I doubt you need guns. I had drones spread sleeping gas throughout the whorehouse. I thought we would do a snatch-and-grab of Lara and be out of there before they woke in the morning. I can’t do any harm to humans; in an emergency like this, I can do something like gas them. Then, you can decide what to do with the miscreants. You have discretion where I do not.”
I said, “No, there will be no snatch and grab. I won’t let a whore house continue to exist in our town. How did they keep this undercover?”
He said, “The usual way, paying off the waterfront fuzz. One brother has a bar he calls ‘Dinan’s Lounge’ where they wait until late evening to drug the occasional girl. Then they take her out the back and up a set of stairs into the whorehouse. It has a controlled entry point with a pair of big guards as backup.”
“Their paid fuzz walks the waterfront. He even tells the dock workers, sailors, and other riff-raff about the whorehouse.”
I said, “So, she’s in the whorehouse right at this minute?”
“Yes, with her captor.”
“He’s asleep, of course. No harm has come to Lara. They have been waiting until they are sure she is completely hooked. What they don’t know is that she will never become hooked. She has Exos that prevent that. It does not prevent her from being doped; they used a lot of dope.”
I said, “Gigziks and company can’t assist because of galactic law, so it’s me alone to the rescue?”
“Yes, you should take the large runabout in case you want to feed some fishies or drop the bad guys off far off to the west.”
“Both are good ideas, buddy. Let’s get Lara out of there first. Why did the drugs overtake the Exos in her system?”
“Opium is very potent, and it’s well past Lara’s bedtime. This might not have worked in the morning when she is fresh and alert. Because she has Exos, she was not in any danger. She was only sedated. Without an AI inside her to order otherwise, she became overcome. If she had an AI, it could have kept her awake.”
I said, “So, she’s still healthy, and the Exos continue to work?”
“Yes.”
“OK, let’s get rolling.”
I walked to the ankh. “Big runabout.”
In minutes, Ox had me deposited at the foot of a wood stairway.
Shit, it’s dark here. My bionic eyes adapted to the light. The stairway went up to a landing. I found the door unlocked.
I said, “You unlocked the door?”
“You’re welcome.”
I found myself in a waiting room. There were a couple of Johns slumped over in chairs, presumably here to be next up for a good time.
I walked past the windowed room. It contained an oriental female slumped over at a window.
She appears to be the Cashier.
The next room had several chairs, and two thugs slumped over. I knew they were thugs because they carried billy clubs on their belts. They were well-scarred up too. Yeek!
After that, I checked each room. There were over 20 tiny rooms on the two floors. Each had a naked couple in it in various states of sexual congress. I am sure my entertainment channel would enjoy filming this. Around a corner on the top floor were two full-size bedrooms. One of them had Lara and a big man in it. Presumably, he’s Galt Dinan.
I asked Ox, “Is this Galt?”
He said, “In the flesh.”
The other room had a different thug who looked a lot like Galt; most likely, he was Calum Dinan. He had two preteen girls with him! ‘That’s just sick!’
I went back to the room Lara was in and picked her up. I ported into the runabout and returned with her to my house. I put her in bed in an unused room on the top floor. I woke Paloma and asked her to go sit with Lara while I went back and took care of things. This required a brief explanation.
I told Lara she could go back to sleep. She crawled right into bed and cuddled up to Lara. That’s a sight to make you get hard.
I returned to the whorehouse. I ported the two thugs to the runabout and then the two ringleaders. I had to stack them in the aisle.
I said, “Ox, take us north to what would be my western New York, far into the Indian territories. I want them tagged in case any of them come back to town, should they survive.”
He said, “Moving north now.”
“I said, One second. Let’s fly a U-shaped pattern. Then we can drop the scum off around 20 miles apart, then we can return.”
Ox said, “Good plan. They probably will not run into each other. Thuggish-looking men lose in a foreign, native-owned land. It’s not a good place for them to be. I doubt they know how to get about in the woods or how to survive the locals.”
I spent some time making sure they had no weapons on them to aid them in the wilderness. Every few minutes, the runabout would pause, and a bad guy would be ported onto the ground.
When we had dropped the last one off, we returned to the whorehouse.
As for the girls, they each got a wet kiss, and I spit on my finger and rubbed it on their privates. The Exos would heal them by morning.
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