Alien Mine Ch. 03

"Please, what slut," comes her reply." Tell me what you want," she commands.

I can't even think straight, the way she is playing my body. I mumble something and feel a sharp slap on my breast, then another. "Answer me slut, be an obedient sub, and tell me what you want."

"More," I force myself to say, groaning as I feel lips clamp down on a nipple.

"I think your pet likes this treatment," she says, turning to look at Rhys.

I don't hear him reply as the lips that were on my nipple are replaced by teeth that clamp down hard. I twist at the thrill that shoots to my loins, my clit begins to throb. I feel my juices coating my sex, my thighs.

Her fingers work lower, and though my body screams for her touch, I close my thighs as though denying her access.

Her fingers rub over the front of my sex, and she laughs softly. "You are so wet, my little slut, you know you want it. "Spread your legs," she commands, looking over at Rhys. I can see his face, his eyes intent on the scene before him.

"Do it," he says, and I instantly obey as a wave of passion almost overwhelms me.

Suddenly there is a hand between my legs, probing, pinching. Then two fingers delve deep into me. A thumb rolls the small hard bud, and I squirm, sounds coming from my throat. I cannot seem to form words. A finger is thrust hard into my ass, and I scream in pain or pleasure, I cannot tell the difference.

Her hands leave me, and I open my eyes. Sandy watches me closely, never taking her eyes from mine. "Who do you belong to," she asks as her fingers begin to stroke my clit again. Her fingers massage my slit, another one is back on my anus, rubbing gently and then probing the tight muscle, seeking entrance.

"Rhys," I scream without hesitation, "I belong to Rhys."

"That's right," she says, looking at Rhys and seeing his approval.

I am kissed gently, a tongue softly playing with mine. My breathing is tortured. Sandy breathes in my ear, and I shiver, the anticipation of the pleasure and pain driving me crazy with lust. She rubs her breasts against mine, and my nipples get even harder. I feel her bare mound rotating against mine, and I press back against her, seeking out her little bud. The softness contrasts with the fingers on my nipples, pulling and twisting. I feel her clit against my own, and it makes me jerk as the searing heat builds and builds. I sense something on the edge of my mind restraining my passion, not letting me climax. It is not Sandy, the feeling is too masculine, very masculine.

"God Rhys," I scream. "Please sir, please let me cum," I shout incoherently, and I feel the barrier removed. Sandy is rubbing her clit against my own, and I hear Rhys telling us to cum. The climax takes me over the edge. Sandy screams out in my ear as we climax together, our emotions entwining together as we shared our pleasure. I could feel the presence in my head, approval, desire, admiration, and Love. Part of it was Sandy, but the other part was undoubtedly Rhys. It left doubt in my mind who I belonged to. I loved Sandy, but my soul belonged to Rhys now.

Amancia blinked back to the present, blushing furiously at the memories.

"it was, thank you for that. I came so hard, and the feelings afterward were so strong," she said with a sigh. Gathering her thoughts, Amancia came to a decision.

"I am not going to let him leave me anywhere. I am going to be with him no matter what happens, I do belong to him now, and I am not going to leave. Amancia put her hand on Sandy's shoulder as she drove through the street. "I don't want you to leave either," she added.

"I am going to learn to fight," Sandy said suddenly, "I will fight with Rhys."

Amancia looked at her for a minute, "I will too," she said, "I will be whatever Rhys wants me to be, I belong to him now Sandy, I still love you, but I belong to Rhys."

"I know," said Sandy with a sigh, "I think I do too."

Pulling into the restaurant, she noticed a man standing there with a phone. I should call home, she thought, let my parents know I am all right. I am sure he won't mind letting a pretty woman like me borrow his phone for a few minutes.

Rhys was starving and tired of thinking when dinner arrived. All three of them ate hungrily, needing fuel for the changes they were undergoing. They made love together, all three of them together on the bed, the first time quieter, more loving this time. It was not as intense, but just what the girls needed as they assured Rhys they did not want to leave him. However, the urges that Bob had put in place soon took over again, and sleep did not come for a while.

Rhys woke to Bob's warning and a sudden vision through surveillance cameras of three men approaching the hotel. The grainy cameras show two men coming up one set of stairs, the third from the opposite direction. Two were holding what looked like shotguns at their side while one, perhaps the leader, had a pistol. These men weren't soldiers Rhys could see at a glance. Their spacing was off, and the way they walked made them look like cheap muscle off the street.

Rhys threw back the covers quickly climbing out from between the girls.

"Amancia, Sandy, we need to get out now," Rhys whispered, urgently waking the two women. "Go check if the back alley is clear. If so, go out that way." The sense of urgency rang clear in the girls minds, as did the command. Amancia came instantly full awake, jumping from the bed and scanning the back alley. Sandy grabbed some clothes and their few things, shoving them in a bag.

Rhys grabbed his pistol while finding a pair of pants. "How did they find us, Bob, he asked out loud."

"Unknown, but they are armed"

"Fine," said Rhys. He ran over to the window, looking out. It had only been seconds, but Amancia had wrenched open the window and had stripped the sheets from the bed, making a rope to climb down. "Hurry," Rhys said," they are on their way up."

Amancia slithered down the makeshift rope catching the bag Sandy threw down to her. She grabbed the bag then turned to watch for any other danger, scanning the alley. Her vision had improved along with the rest of her body, and she could see much better than a normal human. Sandy quickly joined her.

Rhys was about to follow them but could see the men moving quickly to their room. Making a quick decision, Rhys paused for a second, letting the intruders get to the door of their motel room. They stopped as if unsure of themselves. Rule one, he thought to himself, never wait for the attack. He could see them on the surveillance cameras. One man stood in front of the door with a shotgun, the other to his left. The one with the pistol on the right. He was the largest, and he was getting ready to kick in the door. The guy with the shotgun would then clear the room with the second for support. This was a hit team, here to kill.

Time seemed to slow as Rhys took one step and leaped, hitting the door with his shoulder. Rhys was a big man, but now he also had an enhanced body. He hit the door with a lowered shoulder, the door exploding outward, catching the three men completely by surprise. Rhys kept coming and crashed into the one in the middle. It was like being hit by a truck, and he was thrown through the railing. Before he hit the ground, Rhys grabbed the one to the left, pulling him in close and grabbing his chin, then swiftly breaking his neck.

The third was quicker than Rhys expected. The guy with the pistol raised his gun and shot Rhys in the chest twice at close range before Rhys was on him. The gunman looked surprised when Rhys did not go down. Before he could fire again, Rhys grabbed the man by the arm holding the weapon and swung him into the wall crushing his skull. The fight was over in seconds, but the shots would probably bring the police. The man he had thrown over the railing was not moving, so Rhys grabbed two pistols and one of the shotguns and ran back into the room. Not bothering with the sheets, he jumped out the window, landing softly.

"Time to go, girls," he said, handing each a pistol. "Hang on to them, I will show you how to use them later."

Sandy surprised him by ejecting the clip, checking the chamber, and then shoving the clip back in. Putting the safety on, she held the gun at her side. "Farmgirl, I learned to shoot at an early age."

Houston is a big city, with a fair number of chop shops and a good place for car thieves to operate with Mexico several hours away. Getting cash was no problem, one of us would walk up to an ATM, place their hand on it, and Bob would take over. Out would come cash, and the camera would be disabled as well, so there was no record.

We only took a few thousand at a time, but we built up our cash as I thought we needed a vehicle that could not be traced back to us. I traded in our current one being assured it would be in pieces shortly and paid a hefty amount for a slightly used (and stolen) Ford 350 4 wheel drive truck. No expense had been spared apparently, so we traveled west out of Houston in style.

Neither of the girls had ever driven a truck, and they both wanted to drive. I was content to sit in the back and make plans with Bob and think about my control issues. Bob had a point, to get the world working together would be a miracle in itself, I would need control of senior politicians. My immediate issues were trivial in comparison, but they were essential to me. I put the broader problems aside for the moment.

I wanted to strike back at the Um as soon as possible, it irked me to be on the run, but I knew we were woefully unprepared to face an enemy that would be prepared for us. At least Sandy and Amancia were more at ease, I could feel that they were happier than they had been since we woke up in Miami. They seemed to be accepting that their lives had changed forever, and the great sex that lasted most of the night after dinner seemed to help as well. So guns and sex, that is what I need to focus on. Having sex driving down the highway didn't seem like a good idea, so he focused on guns and quizzing Bob about the Om.

Police were still at the motel investigating the deaths. A nondescript man stood at the edge of the parking lot, glancing at something he held in his hand. If one could have heard the thoughts of the man, they would have heard endless screaming, but those thoughts were locked far away. Instead, something else was inside, something very very alien. The Om transmitted data back to the collective mind and received instructions. The prey was still moving, it was imperative that the last of the Dran be eliminated.

This world would support the Om for centuries. There was so much carbon available, water, and minerals. All of it would be stripped, and the world left behind as the Om moved on. But first, they needed to eliminate their ancient enemies. This was a battle they had been fighting for millennia. Ever since the Om had come to this galaxy, the competition for resources.

The man seemed to look around and then walk off. This form would last for another week, or so the Om knew, then it would be time for a new host. In the meantime, its instructions were to continue to follow the Dram creatures, it was only a matter of time before they were found. This time it would be the Om that killed them, not the human creatures that kept failing.