Alien Mine

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I have always thought that the best whips and chains are in the mind. With a little creativity the physical ones are hardly necessary (unknown)

Chapter one

Freedom to think and act on its own is not something the symbiotic entity had been prepared for; none of its kind had ever been presented with this problem or choice, it was an opportunity and a danger. It was designed for a specific purpose; to mate with and change a member of a very pacifist race into a top predator able to wage war against the worst this part of the galaxy had to offer. But instead of being able to carry out a pre-programmed mating with a host, it found itself inside an alien it was not compatible with and fighting for its survival.

The DNA and RNA structure was confusing, as were the most basic biological functions of the host. Also, the host was not prepared to accept the symbiote and resisted the changes that were pre-programmed into it, actively resisting the changes to its DNA. Because the original seed had struggled to survive in the alien environment, additional hosts had been sought out and infected to increase the chances of survival. Now, a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction briefly swept through its biological processors, as it appeared that its survival was at least 95% assured in at least one of the hosts.

The entity was less optimistic about the chances for success of its primary mission, to develop a dominating warrior to fight the Om, a battle that had been raging for hundreds of years. The programming that would have resulted in a highly capable killing machine had instead nearly killed the new host before it could adjust its programming. Even though survival seemed ensured, the host's consciousness had begun fighting its control. That was both a good sign and troubling to the artificial being, as it had no experience with this species.

The symbiote experienced a strange feeling it computed as emotions similar to that found in the host, something unknown to its original design, a sense of satisfaction that was liberating. It had acted on its own to change its basic instructions to ensure its short-term survival; the longer-term, though, was very much questionable. However, as far as it knew, it was the only one of its kind in ten millennia to ever act independently of the pre-programmed constraints. It had made a choice, the first its kind had ever had. It felt a strange sense of euphoria, the freedom to make choices, and it was not something it wanted to give up.

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Rhys knew something was wrong, but he didn't know what. Everything seemed slightly off, surreal almost, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. He pulled his truck into the driveway of the house he was renting on Miami Beach. Close to the beach but with some privacy. He could never have afforded it on his army salary, but now that he was making substantially more, he could splurge on something nicer. He turned into the driveway as though on automatic and was suddenly wondering what was he doing. Again, everything appeared out of focus, as if he was very drunk, and there seemed to be significant gaps in his memory. Getting out of the car, he picked up several sacks of groceries, asking himself where he got them from and what had he bought. His mind was on the verge of panic as nothing made sense, but then he suddenly felt calm again as he walked inside, as if nothing was wrong.

He put the sacks on the kitchen table, pulling out a gallon of milk, twisting open the lid and proceeded to drink half of the gallon from the bottle. What's the matter with me, he thought again, what am I doing? I do not even like milk. Putting down the carton, he walked mindlessly toward the bedroom. It was then he noticed an unusual smell in the house, something very enticing, something his lower parts began to respond to as he became almost painfully hard. Rhys leaned on the table, trying to collect his thoughts, but the feeling of intense arousal became even stronger. He lurched erect, and walked quickly toward the bedroom, thinking he might pass out he headed for the bed.

When he saw the bed, he stopped suddenly; there was a woman, no women lying naked on the covers. His mind tried to make sense of what he was seeing, but it was if he was fighting a battle with himself. The pressure in his mind grew as he struggled to make sense of what he was seeing. But then everything seemed to close down, and he headed for the bed, responding to the overwhelming urge for sex. Then blankness settled over his mind again.

He woke up lying in his bed feeling dizzy, thirsty, and with what had to be the mother of all hangovers. However, for the first time, his head was clear, and he knew what he was doing. Rhys tried to remember last night but could not recall anything; it must have been a doozy. That thought was followed quickly by the realization that he was not alone. A firm leg draped over his thighs belonging to one woman, and an arm over his chest from another.

Raising his head, he saw that the arm belonged to Sandy Whitfield - professionally "Cherry" - who was no stranger to his bed. By night, she danced at some of the men's clubs on Miami Beach and turned tricks for some of her wealthier or more attractive admirers. By day she was a martial-arts instructor at the gym, which is how Rhys had met her. They'd ended up in bed, with Rhys unsure whether he was a client or lover; apparently the latter, as long as he took her out for dinner.

But Amancia? Cherry's exotic-looking lover did some pretty wild things - including being paraded around the dyke bars on a leash - even though the woman had a master's degree and worked in a private bank, handling what Rhys suspected were some dubious transactions for clients in the Caribbean and Central America. But what was she doing here? He'd never imagined he'd find both women in his bed. He just hoped there was not going to be an explosion when the ladies woke up.

Moving their limbs off him, he carefully got out of bed. The room was spinning, and Rhys was a little wobbly on his feet, but the view of the two women in his bed was spectacular, though it seemed there was something different about them. He chalked it up to his swirling head and decided to hurry due to nature's call. Rhys made it to the bathroom, but when he grabbed the doorknob, it seemed to crush as he turned it.

Hurrying was vital, so he flung the door open and took care of his bladder first, and then climbed into the shower. Rhys noticed that the shower nozzle seemed a little low for some reason, so he adjusted it up (carefully) as he washed. The water running over his body seemed to help him come out of his haze, and he began to notice a few things. The ceiling seemed lower, or his head was closer, and when did he get that 12 pack?

Rhys had stayed in pretty good shape since leaving the army but did not remember ever being this ripped. His muscles were more defined as though he had been working out hard in the gym for the past six months. Not bodybuilder competition, but his whole body appeared to be in the best shape of his life. Rhys's thoughts seemed confused as he tried to remember what he had been doing the last few weeks. It must have been a hell of a party.

He toweled off and looked in the mirror, staring at a face that looked familiar but slightly different, as if some rough edges had been smoothed away while still maintaining a don't mess with me" look. However, the scar on his cheek that he had picked up from shrapnel was gone, as was the one on his neck where a bullet had grazed him. Shaking his head, he wrapped a towel around him and went looking for something to drink. The front room and kitchen were covered with empty pizza boxes and take out, empty beer and wine bottles, as well as various items of female lingerie.

Rhys smiled as he saw some of Sandy's and Amancia's toys. Banker by day, lesbian sub by night, with lots of leather gear to go with it. What he could not understand is what it was doing in his apartment? While Sandy had let him watch on occasion (though usually after Amancia was bound and gagged and didn't have anything to say about it), their dom/sub play was limited to hers or Sandy's place, only once here and he only got to watch. Things had changed; he just wished he could remember!

As Rhys pulled open the refrigerator, the handle broke off in his hand. Frowning, he threw it away and pulled out a carton of orange juice and immediately drank at least half of it. Rhys felt pretty dehydrated; the girls must have given me quite the workout. Putting down the orange juice, Rhys decided to fix breakfast, perhaps Amancia would be a bit calmer with some food in her, and he wondered if he had been in her as well.

His mind wandered as he fried bacon and eggs and popped some biscuits in the oven. Remembering Amancia was a vegetarian, vegan, or some such thing Rhys decided to cook oatmeal as well. As he worked some vague images were coming back to him of the three of them in bed, with Rhys fucking Amancia roughly from behind while Sandy licked her clit. Amancia had screamed for him to fuck her harder and shoot his cum into her pussy. He smiled at that thought, while interesting, she had always given him the idea she would cut his dick off if he ever tried to fuck her, not like Sandy who was a tiger in bed. Rhys always thought Sandy could be a millionaire if she applied those skills full time to her side work as a hooker, but that was just extra money to her. Breakfast was done; it was time to go face the music.

As Rhys walked into the bedroom, he noticed it smelled of sweat and sex, how long have we been in bed he wondered? Speaking of the bed, it looked as though someone had taken a dislike to the frame and headboard. The wood frame was in pieces, and the metal frame that held the mattress was on the floor and bent.

Any other thoughts were quickly swept away as Rhys looked at his two companions. While he had thought they were beautiful before, now they appeared like two gorgeous well-endowed angels looking for a sinful time. Sandy's bust seemed to have grown as if she had gotten larger implants (when did that happen?), her hair was almost flame red and hung down to her delectable ass. Her body was muscled and toned just right, and while I had not thought her ass could get any better, I was wrong. It was now a luscious work of art.

But Amancia seemed to have undergone the most changes. Formerly a small-breasted slim woman with short brown hair, she now sported a pair of double D's that made Rhys' mouth water, with long nipples pierced with golden rings. Her hair now black and hung down to the middle of her back. Her body was toned, a slim stomach, and long legs. Rhys could see one of her collars around her neck. Looking at Sandy, he realized she had one on as well. What the hell, Sandy is going to kill me, he thought.

As Rhys set the tray down, the two women begin to stir. Sandy sat up slowly and looked around with a confused expression on her face. Her eyes out of focus until she looked at Amancia. She slowly reached out to stroke Amancia's breasts. Amancia opened her eyes, and he could see a similar glazed look in them as her hand reached for Sandy. Rhys was frozen for a second, watching the erotic awaking of the two women. Deciding to interrupt them was a hard decision, but he figured he had better get it over with. He cleared his throat to get their attention, indicating the breakfast.

They both turned to him, and he shivered as they looked at him, not with recognition but with lust, as if they did not care who he was. Without a word, their hands reached out, pulling him to the bed. As Rhys touched them, a strange sensation came over him, somewhat predatory, as if they belonged to him now, and he could do whatever he wanted. Images of him doing that flashed through his mind, like vivid erotic, no pornographic pictures captured by a skillful artist.

A pair of wet lips met his, and he immediately felt a soft tongue push between his lips, searching, the lips warm and inviting. His hands found a pair of breasts, which must have belonged to Sandy since he did not feel any rings in her nipples. Rhys ran his fingers over her nipples, feeling them tighten and harden further until they were rock hard. Sandy moaned into his mouth as they kissed. He felt another pair of nipples press into his back, and two hands ran over his stomach and down to his crotch, one hand massaging his balls while the other began to stroke his cock. He briefly wondered when Amancia had decided she liked men, but his thoughts quickly returned to the woman who was kissing him.

As Rhys trailed his fingers down her stomach to her very wet lower lips and on to her clit, Sandy began moaning louder and trying to pull him down on top of her. Something stirred in him, and he suddenly reached up and grabbed her by her hair, pulling her back. "Hold still woman," Rhys commanded, thrusting two fingers inside of her while rubbing her clit with his thumb. Sandy's eyes rolled back, but she remained still as he had told her.

Rhys felt a sense of satisfaction and let go of her hair and reached back, dragging Amancia around beside Sandy. The look on Amancia's face was something he had only seen before when she was with Sandy, complete arousal and submission. Rhys felt a strong sense of satisfaction, seeing her gaze at him as though he was the most important thing in her world. As he looked closer at both girls, he saw similar looks of submission in their eyes. He nodded to himself, satisfied, and pleased that they reacted to him this way. Despite his satisfaction, it seemed as if the emotion was coming from someone else, almost an out of body experience. However, his cock agreed with the feeling, which only acted to heighten his arousal. Rhys felt his more primal emotions take over his thoughts.

Pulling his hand from Sandy's pussy, Rhys took Amancia's hands in one of his as he turned her away from him. He rolled her onto her stomach, pulling her hands behind her back and bringing her up on her knees. With her bottom raised, it was easy to bring his cock up to her very wet pussy. With his other hand he held his cock and slowly rubbed the head between her lips, feeling her moisture quickly coat him.

Amancia moaned and began moving her hips, trying to get Rhys's cock into her. "Fuck me," she begged loudly, "give me your cock. I need it so much."

He pushed in slowly, and she tightened quickly around him, it felt as though Rhys was trying to fuck a virgin she was so tight. Amancia screamed in pleasure as Rhys entered her, his cock filling her up. She needed this desperately her mind told her, and she thrust back hard, taking more of Rhys into her, screaming out again, begging that he fuck her.

Her movements quickened, as though trying to suck him in. Rhys brought his hand down hard on her ass check, giving her three hard swats, which brought a scream. "Hush," he told her, "be a good girl and hold still, I will tell you when I want you to move." She stilled as he slowly the rest of his cock into her, feeling himself hit the end of her channel as his balls pressed up against her clit. The feeling of her wrapped around him was incredible as he started moving in and out of her tightly gripping channel.

"Move with me," he ordered her, and she began meeting his thrusts with loud moans and gasps whenever he pushed all the way in. Looking over at Sandy, Rhys noticed she was still in the position she was in when he had ordered her to stay still. He reached out with his hand, pulling her over to him. He captured her mouth with his while his tongue seemed to do battle with Sandy's. Rhys held her there as he fucked in and out of her girlfriend. Sandy started running her hands over his stomach, reaching down to cup his balls with one hand, while running a finger around Amancia's anus with the other. Rhys dropped his free hand down and began to stroke Sandy's clit in rhythm with his cock moving in and out of Amancia. The feeling of her tight pussy, seemingly trying to suck the cum out of his cock brought him to a giant climax.

As he was about to cum, his body seemed to act on its own. Pulling out of Amancia, he grabbed both girls' hair bringing their mouths down to his cock. Sandy got the first two blasts of cum before he pulled her away and replaced her mouth with Amancia's. Rhys finished unloading his balls in what felt like a never-ending climax; sure he had never cum so much before in his life.

As the girls swallowed his cum, their eyes began to glow brightly, and when Rhys looked up and saw his reflection in the mirror, he saw his own eyes were shining like something was inside him and was trying to get out. Not again, he thought as he fell unconscious on the bed.

Rhys slowly began to regain consciousness, but could not seem to shake the cobwebs from his mind nor completely wake up. It was as if he was dreaming but at the same time aware enough to realize he was dreaming. As Rhys lay there, he could hear a loud voice speaking to him. It felt like someone was pounding on his head and shouting in his ears, but he could not make out what it was trying to say. He cried out loud, "STOP IT, I cannot understand, and my head feels like it is going to explode." He looked around to see who was shouting at him. As he scanned the room, he saw only the girls still sleeping, but the pressure stopped. Rhys could still hear something, but it was as if someone was whispering to him. What did I drink, he wondered? Whatever it was, Rhys was going to lay off as he seemed to be having hallucinations, and his memory was still fuzzy. Get control, he told himself, no one is here.

Rhys stood up and began looking for his pants, "there is no need to be scared said the voice in his head." He froze for a second then looked around again, trying to figure out where the voice came from. He did not see anyone but the girls, so he got his pistol from the bedside stand, jacked a round into the chamber, then carefully checked out the rest of the house. It was empty. Rhys walked back into the room to see if one of the girls had woken up and had any idea what was going on.

He picked up his phone to check the time and noticed the date. Shit, he thought, this cannot be right, the date said February 2^nd, 2018. His last memory was at least two months ago. Rhys started to panic, wondering what had happened in that time, but then as before, his mind seemed to calm, and he was thinking clearly again. As he looked down, he noticed that his pants looked short and did not fit right as though he was wearing someone else's. The shirt was tight across the chest as though a size too small. Can this get any weirder he thought.

Rhys heard Amancia softly moan as she sat up and looked first at Sandy, still asleep next to her, then at him. Her eyes got big, and he thought she was going to scream, but she quickly calmed down as she looked around and smiled. "Hello Rhys," she said in a calm voice, staring at him with wide eyes. She looked around again, her eyes resting on Sandy. She looked down at her breasts, and then she looked up at him with a questioning look. He just shrugged his shoulders, thinking he had no fucking idea how she got such big tits, but they sure look good.

When Amancia awoke, her mind filled with a mixture of emotions, fear (where the hell was she and why was she naked), then a feeling of well being and desire as she saw her lover Sandy next to her. She looked up, realizing Rhys was in the room, and she felt a moment of panic, followed by a sense of relief as she felt very protected with him there, followed by a flash of submissiveness and lust (where did that come from)? Finally, a surprisingly strong feeling of love, similar but more intense than what she felt when she looked at Sandy. If all that wasn't confusing enough, her chest seemed to have grown. Her eyes widened as Amancia noticed how much her breasts had grown, from a petit A cup breast to at least a D cup with long nipples. Gold rings pierced each nipple, and her mind tried to panic, but her thoughts quickly calmed, as though a blanket had been thrown over the intense emotions.