Alien Mine Ch. 05b

Suddenly Sandy could feel a storm of emotions approaching the room.

"You can start now it seems," Sandy said with a smile as the door opened and Amancia came running in.

***

Amancia had been riding in the Uber when she felt a strange prickling in her mind. She leaned back in the seat and focused on what looked like little balls leaking emotions. One was brighter that she recognized as Rhys. The other was Sandys, weaker, but familiar. It must have been in her subconscious for days, she thought, only now coming to the surface.

She felt the swirling mix of sentiments coming from both of them. It was special being able to enjoy the emotions of her lovers. Amancia relaxed her mind further and let the sensations wash over her. She could start to pick out the stronger ones, almost anguish from Sandy, no perhaps fear followed by love? The rollercoaster of emotions kept coming to her.

"Turn around," she told the driver, "take me back right now and hurry," she ordered him.

The trip back was torture, not knowing what was going on with her lovers, only that she could feel the emotions. She relaxed somewhat when she felt Sandy react to something from Rhys with pure bliss and arousal. Wow, she thought, Sandy is about to get fucked. She was annoyed that they were starting without her. But the arousal receded and was replaced with worry and emotions directed at her.

As they pulled up to the front of the hotel, Amancia jumped out and ran through the lobby to the elevator. Running in the dress and four-inch heels was a testament to the physical changes she was undergoing. She could have probably ripped off the elevator doors but forced herself to wait quietly.

When she got to the room, she slowed but then threw open the door and ran into the room. Rhys and Sandy were standing with their arms around each other. "What's wrong," she said, "I could feel you both in my mind. Tell me, please."

Sandy turned and just looked at her, trying to project the emotions she felt for her and Rhys. "I know you can sense my feelings now, so you know everything is alright. I'm sorry, but Rhys and I were talking about our relationship, the three of us. What will happen when we bring another woman into it. I know we discussed it before, but I guess I just needed reassurance."

Amancia nodded but seemed thoughtful. "That's not all,'' she said, "I can feel your hesitation, what are you not telling me?"

Rhys turned her to him and pulled her into a kiss. As usual, her body responded immediately to him, but this time something was different. The way he held her, the feelings filtering through her mind.

"Oh my," she gasped into his mouth as she sensed his desire. It WAS different, darker, demanding, but oh so hot. It set her soul on fire.

Rhys pulled away from her but the flames were still there. She glanced at Sandy trying to understand what was happening. As she did she became aware of Sandy's excitement. It was beating on the edges of her mind but just the look on her face said everything.

Sandy started to say something but a look from Rhys cut her off.

"What's happening," Amancia asked softly?

Rhys looked at her, his eyes boring into hers and her mind.

Sandy and I were discussing your needs as a submissive. That you want to be my full time submissive. I am trying to decide if that is right, and is that the best thing for you, and us he said gesturing to the three of them.

Amancia just nodded yes, her eyes wide. She was too overwhelmed by the strong emotions, her own, Rhys' and Sandy's to form a coherent sentence.

Rhys looked at her weighing the responses in her mind. She couldn't lie, and the swirling feelings running through her mind told him everything he needed to know. Joy, arousal, a bit of fear that drove the arousal even higher. On top of all of it was love for him and Sandy.

Rhys stepped close to Amancia. He used a finger to raise her head so she was looking at him.

"Can you still be what I need if I take you as my submissive? Can you continue to be the person you are now, the one who supports me against the Om? That person is not submissive, she is strong, a warrior, she acts independently. She is someone to go into battle with knowing she will fight with her lovers. I love you," Rhys said softly, "but you must be that person first, a submissive second."

Amancia stood still, emotions warring within her. Being Rhys' submissive was something she wanted with all her heart. The need had been growing in her, getting stronger. Giving herself to him completely was what she wanted more than anything, to have a dom, a master. But now it came with conditions, not onerous, but they were what Rhys wanted.

She looked at Rhys with need in her eyes. "Command me, Sir, command me to be what you want," she challenged him.

Rhys smiled, fighting his own hunger and desire. Her words struck a chord in him, and it was a solution they could both live with.

The command came through loud and clear formalizing and cementing her new relationship with Rhys. This command was different, It fundamentally changed the core of their relationship. All three of them could feel the shift in Amancia's mind as the symbiont accepted the new role. Unknown to any of them the change was now permanent.

Bob Approved. "This is unique to humans, my original programming would never have allowed it in a Drans."This was also a solution if his other mate tried to challenge Rhys' authority.

Rhys and Sandy watched enthralled as Amancia's face changed, her whole body shifted as if a weight had suddenly been removed. She stepped back, then put her hand to the shoulders of her dress, pushing it off, letting it pool at her feet. It left her standing in only a thong and her heels. Rhys felt his breath catch. She was magnificent; breasts with long nipples hardened by her excitement, the gold rings piercing them as if demanding his eyes look at them. Her hair hanging down to her pert bottom cheeks. Long legs in spike heels. Amancia was the total package, sexy, beautiful, and submissive.

She knelt in front of him. "Teach me,'' she said, "Show me what you want."

"Right now I want you to take off your thong and bend over the bed. I want to use my sub for my pleasure. After I am done with you tonight I will tell you in detail what I expect from you."

Rhys had never had a sub before, but he felt the words come naturally. It would be a learning process for the two of them, and Sandy could provide insight into Amancia's deeper needs. Of course, he would discover them himself as the relationship developed. He could always feel Amancia's desires, and he would know what satisfied them the most. But for now, he intended to satisfy his own lusts in the beautiful body positioned for his use.

***

Rhys lay awake with two beautiful women wrapped around him sound asleep. He was tired as well but sleep wouldn't come. He had though, four times he thought with a smile. So had Amancia and Sandy. This is going to work out fine he thought to himself. The commands he had given Amancia seemed to have made a change in her.

As soon as he spoke the command he sensed the change, almost an inner peace had come over her. That was followed by euphoria and a need to please. And very pleasing she was. Realizing how happy she was made Rhys more confident he had done the right thing. It also made him want to use her that way, as a sub.

Sandy was another question though. The fierce hunger in her eyes when Amancia had submitted gave Rhys pause. Her carnal excitement had pressed against his senses and she was wild with passion.

"Her symbiont hungers for similar control. This mate was never submissive even with you. The urge to dominate others is becoming more pronounced in her."

"Is it a danger," Rhys asked grimly?

"Not to you. The human emotion called love plays an important role in this mate. The feeling for you is strong and enduring. But be aware, the rules of symbiosis are not yet written for humans, it is possible I am wrong."

Sandy had certainly enjoyed dominating Amancia with him. A sudden image flashed into his mind of Sandy's bottom in the air. She had reached back and spread her cheeks.

"Stick your tongue in my ass like a good sub," she had ordered Amancia.

Amancia had been more than eager to comply with anything Rhys and Sandy wanted. Being used by either of them seemed to just excite her more. Rhys had spanked her, but her body was too strong now.

"You need to get a stiff cane," Sandy had told him. "She loves to wake up with stripes on her ass or tits."

Rhys had no idea how many times she climaxed.

While exciting to watch, Rhys thought about Bob's warning. Letting Sandy dominate Amancia without his permission was going to stop starting tomorrow. Besides she is mine he thought possessively and began to make plans for Sandy as well.

Rhys closed his eyes letting sleep overtake him. Tomorrow should be interesting.

***

Sandy looked good as a brunette Rhys thought, eyeing her hips as they swayed walking into the bar. Her previous experience playing dress up for men came in handy. She easily switched from redhead knock-out to demure brunette. The glasses were a nice touch, and the slightly baggy clothes hid some light armor: two pistols and a knife. The girls' clothes had been lined with a material that would protect them from most weapons, but there was no protection for their arms or heads.

We had investigated Ms. Clarke thoroughly. Between Sandy and Amancia we knew everything about her there was to know; medical records, CIA records, results of her polygraph tests, and some very interesting videos of her time running a black ops interrogation facility. It was an impressive resume, our future recruit was obsessive, driven, and absolutely ruthless. She did not hesitate in the least, not even in the most drastic actions. It was going to be an interesting experiment, but Rhys was worried they were playing with fire. Caution was needed but now was the time to take risks. There was no going back once they made contact, Rhys did not want her after them especially given the position she was in. It was all or nothing for her, the girls agreed with me on that. Ms. Clarke was going to get a symbiont.

Our plan was for Sandy to make contact with Ms. Clark. It was a delicate balance. I was posing as an arms manufacturer who had some intelligence Ms. Clark would be very interested in. We hoped she would bite and that would get us to stage two. Ms. Clarke, alone and in bed with us. Tonight we knew she would be in a locale bar, mostly a hookup site for the locals. Away from the CIA headquarters, someplace that Ms. Clarke liked to frequent.

Sandy would make the initial contact. If things went well there would be a follow-up meeting with Rhys.

Rhys was sitting in a rental car out front watching people go in and out of the bar. Amancia was in a van parked in the back. Sandy had just walked inside. She would be acting as if she was waiting on a date. Rhys could feel Sandy and Amancia's emotions even at this distance but they were also using com gear that Bob had been able to fabricate based upon similar devices in the base. Bob was confident the Om would not detect them, but Rhys was not convinced. It was hard to guess what alien technology was capable of. That was partially the reason we were going into this heavily armed. Ms. Clark's position warranted protection, and there was likely a security detail on call.

All of them carried two pistols, and both Rhys and Amancia had their new rifles and both rifles had grenade launchers attached. Sandy thought it was overkill, but if they needed weapons Rhys wanted superior firepower. The last attempt on their lives had been twelve-gauge shotguns with buckshot.

It was dark by the time they went to the local establishment. It had a medium-sized parking lot in the Maryland suburbs with a delivery area out back. Typical upscale pub, expensive beers, and pricey food of dubious quality. It did have a nice bar in the middle for people to meet and talk, and tables scattered around but close together.

Amancia was in the van out back in the delivery area. Rhys could feel her excitement. He was parked out front where he had a good view of the front door and the parking lot. He would follow their target when she left to go home.

The date Ms. Clarke was expecting from the dating service (a hook-up site; really?) had been sent a text by Amancia canceling. Leslie would be sitting alone in the bar waiting for a date that would not arrive.

Sandy got there early, took a seat at the bar, and ordered white wine. It wasn't a bad place she thought, just not much character. But then after living in South Beach nothing really compared. Sandy liked the clubs, but also the weird little restaurants and bars that catered to the local crowd. Of course, it was hard to beat a beach bar in the Caymans.

Still, this one was nice enough. The bar was dark wood with a brass rail. Fairly large room with numerous tables crowded together. Lots of stuff hung on the wall, east coast kind of stuff. Antiques perhaps, a few old boards that looked weather-beaten, an America's Cup yacht picture. A few signed pictures of what Sandy assumed were local celebrities or politicians and well-stocked liquor on shelves behind the bartender.

The bar was part restaurant but right now it was mostly a drinking crowd about three-quarters full. Soon it would be standing room only until happy hour was over and the customers wandered off to other places. It was your typical crowd on a Friday night Sandy thought to herself as she surveyed the room. Probably half of them just drinking before going home. The other half of them there like Leslie, meeting dates, lovers, or hoping to find one or the other.

Sandy found a place that gave her a good view of the room. Her back to the serving area was not ideal but Amancia was out back and could be inside in seconds if Sandy needed her.

Leslie had come in soon after, looked around expectantly, then took an empty seat at the bar. She ordered a chocolate martini that she sipped while keeping her eye on the door expectantly. Leslie had come from work but she looked nice, blue trousers, soft blue blouse, jacket, hair up. It was obvious she was looking to meet someone. "About five-seven, looks good for her age," Sandy subvocalized watching her walk. "A little sexy, still in good shape, small breasts;" though not for long she laughed to herself.

Sandy had dressed down, but she was still the most beautiful woman in the bar. She had seen Leslie look her way and she deliberately caught her eye once, smiling, making eye contact before looking away.

Sandy surveyed the room looking for possible threats. Even though her Bob was not completely mature it was like recording the room with a camera. Total recall was amazing and it took only seconds to go through the crowd and keep track of new arrivals. She saw no specific threats but two men did stand out.

One was a dark intense-looking man sitting by himself. Just a bottle of beer in front of him. He did not look like he belonged here, he dressed like someone who worked hard for a living, not like the white-collar crowd the bar catered to. The other was an older man also by himself. He did not look well. "Keep an eye on those two Bob."

Sandy let her mind drift back to last night. Rhys had been dominating, watching him spank, and fuck Amancia senseless had been exciting. Sandy had been surprised when she received the same treatment. Command had followed command and she lost track of how many orgasms she had. She smiled thinking of her bottom. Rhys couldn't really hurt them with his hand anymore, their bodies were now too strong for that. But still, it had been fun. She wondered what he had planned for Amancia.

After fending off a few offers to buy her a drink she decided it was time to meet their target. "It's been about thirty minutes, time enough for Leslie to guess her date wasn't coming," Sandy vocalized, got up, and walked over to her.

"Hi," she said to Leslie, "it looks like I have been stood up, mind if I sit here and have a drink. I am tired of getting hit on." Leslie was startled by the woman suddenly speaking to her but she nodded yes. Actually she was glad for the company as it looked as though she had been stood up as well.

Sandy watched her out of the corner of her eye as she asked the bartender for another glass of wine. Leslie Clarke looked better up close. Her eyes were brown but intense, worry lines around her mouth and forehead but not bad considering her job. Her breasts appeared a little bigger than Sandy had initially thought but, broader hips that came with age and a desk job. Sandy thought she dressed smartly but not at all that sexy. She could use some fashion advice if she wants to meet decent men. But now was probably not the time.

Sandy chatted with her, but she could not stop herself from imaging this powerful woman on her knees licking her clit, or with Rhys's big cock in her throat. Other erotic images came to mind but with a sigh, Sandy crossed her legs to relieve the tingling in her pussy and clamped down on her musings. Time to get back to the business at hand she reminded herself.

They chatted a bit about the weather, the bar, and then getting stood up by men. Ms. Clarke (call me Leslie) was obviously driven, but probably not too successful with her personal life. Sandy gathered it had been a while since Leslie had been in a relationship or had sex with a man. Hmm laughed Sandy to herself, if things go right that will never be a worry for you again.

They were into their second drink and Sandy had just suggested that they meet again tomorrow night when Bob suddenly activated the tactical grid, a target showing up in the back of the bar. "Heads up,'' said Rhys," Amancia, possible target pulling in near you."

"I see it," she said, "van, dark windows. No idea how many inside."

Sandy paused, startled as a threat symbol popped up. She made herself reach calmly for her drink while nodding at something Leslie had said. "Possible incoming," she heard over her comlink as Rhys began describing the threat. "Not sure if this is a threat yet but heads up."

"What's the target," Amancia asked, "should we shut this down?"

"No," said Rhys," the situation is not clear yet. If they were after us I suspect it would have been a much larger strike."

"Who can it be, is Ms. CIA this kind of target?" Amancia watched the van pull into the parking lot stopping near the back service entrance.

"Let's wait and see how this plays out. We are not sure if the threat is real yet but be careful. Sandy, can you see anything happening in there?"

"No," she murmured as she turned her head so that Leslie couldn't see her talking. Sandy swept her gaze around the bar checking for possible danger. She had memorized every person in there and had kept track of new arrivals. There was no obvious threat other than the two men she was watching.

"Let's try and get Ms. Clarke out of there," Rhys said. Bob was keeping an eye on the van from the restaurants' surveillance cameras.

"The van just called someone in the restaurant and said they were in position," Bob warned.

"Heads up," Rhys said, "I think something is about to happen."

"Two men getting out of the van armed with shotguns," Amancia calmly reported.

Shit, Rhys thought, Sandy is inside with the possible target. He hated to send Amancia into combat the first time on her own, but did not want those two men getting inside the bar with shotguns, they could take out a lot of people.

"Can you take them out," he asked, "preferably quietly."

"Anything for you sir," Amancia said in a sexy voice.

Rhys felt her excitement spike but it was hard to tell if it was fear, excitement, or arousal.