Alien Mine Ch. 05b

Amancia quietly opened the door of the van and slithered out. Her senses seemed to shift, she felt different, everything was sharper and even in the dim light she could see. But it was more than that, her body felt different, there was a hunger and arousal, a need to attack her prey like an animal suddenly unleashed. Amancia sniffed the air like a big cat, tasting the air. She could smell them, their scents were different, unique.

"Dead or alive," she asked calmly.

"Alive preferably," Rhys said, "let's not show our hand if we do not have to." He could feel the sudden difference in Amancia but did not have time to analyze it.

Sandy had been listening to them while carrying on a conversation with Ms. CIA as her lovers had been talking. I really wouldn't mind getting her in bed, she thought, smiling to herself. Sandy had clients who were older than her in the past. As she carried on the conversation she continued scanning the room, checking the entrance points against the basic tactical grid in her mind. Dividing her mind between tasks was surprisingly easy.

Ms. Clarke was aware of the change in her new acquaintance. "What's the matter?" Leslie asked, looking at her questioningly.

Just then several things happened. Rhys heard a shotgun blast from outside behind the bar. Then two quick shots from inside the bar, followed by screaming and people running out the front door.

"I am ok," said Amancia "stupid shotgun went off when it hit the ground."

"Two dead in here, bad guys," Sandy added calmly, "what do we do with Ms. CIA."

"Just get out," Rhys said, "I think we are going to be swimming in law enforcement in seconds."

Amancia had quietly approached the two men in back, though stalking would be a better description. One man was large, fat but he moved well enough. The other was medium size. They each carried a sawed-off shotgun, holding them one-handed by their sides.

Amancia moved smoothly, stalking her prey, ready to leap and rend. Her body moved fluidly, each step she took was light, like a cheetah stalking a gazelle. There was no fear, only a need to defend her lovers, but to her senses, the two men looked and smelled like prey, and prey was meant to be hunted and killed. Reining herself in, she tapped down the sudden blood lust, remembering Rhys's command. Part of her was surprised at it, the desire to rend and kill. But most of her loved it, the feeling was sensuous, erotic, and filled her with excitement.

The two men spread out as they approached the back door of the bar. Their attention was focused on the back entrance and they did not hear the predator stalking them from behind. Amancia went after them in a rush, making no more sound than a large cat springing on its prey. Leaping, Amancia hit the first one in the back of the neck with her fist almost hard enough to break his neck. She pulled her punch at the last second so as not to kill.

He went down immediately and she turned for the second man. She had misjudged. He was further away than she realized, already bringing up his shotgun. Amancia threw herself at his feet knocking him down but the shotgun went off when he hit the ground. He rolled and then tried to get to his feet but Amancia was much quicker. Angry at herself she jumped to her feet and then kicked him between the legs. She did not kick him as hard as she could have, Rhys said not to kill them, besides she wanted him alive to feel the pain, she was sure she had crushed his testicles.

He fell, making whimpering noises as Amancia kicked the shotgun away and checked on the first one. Out cold but still alive she thought with satisfaction. She shivered with delight and arousal as she thought about how pleased Rhys would be with her. One more kick to the head and the second was out as well.

When the shotgun blast went off outside, Sandy looked quickly around at the other customers. She noticed a man sitting by himself jump and suddenly draw a gun from his coat pocket. Her own pistols seemed to suddenly appear in her hands, but she paused until he turned the pistol on Leslie, then calmly shot him twice in the head, once with each gun. The high-powered slugs from the pistols decapitated him sending blood and brains all over the table and the screaming people behind him.

More screams erupted as people rushed to get out. "Target left," Bob warned. Sandy swung smoothly seeing a middle-aged woman with a pistol but this time Leslie was not the target. The woman fired and Sandy staggered slightly as a bullet hit her chest but did not penetrate. Her own bullets found the other woman before she could fire again. Sandys pistols sounded like they were firing on automatic as the upper part of the woman seemed to explode as six rounds tore her apart.

Leslie stared at her in shock, then dove for the floor, reaching for her own gun as people ran screaming. Sandy looked around calmly, put away her pistols, then leaned down close to Leslie's face. "That's all of them," Sandy whispered to her as she slipped a card into Leslie's pocket. Leslie was still in shock at the sudden attack. Then the words Sandy spoke finally registered and she got to her knees just in time to watch Sandy calmly get up and walk out the back door swinging her hips. Then the police were there and she could not go after her.

Just as Sandy shot the second woman she heard Rhys report "Two more out front, I took care of them, head back to the room and let's regroup."

"Ok," Sandy said, getting in the van. Killing the man and the woman had been a natural reaction and Sandy felt good about it. The woman had surprised her though, she had been the target, not Leslie. The Om had found them somehow she realized. Satisfied and strangely aroused, she felt good. No, more than good. Something in her felt more alive, sensual. Her sex was wet, ready. She hoped Rhys would show his appreciation when they got back.

Sandy climbed in the passenger door. She leaned over and passionately kissed Amancia. "Let's go, I am in a hurry to get back." Amancia could smell Sandy's arousal and it increased her own need. Amancia drove away slowly just before the police swept in. Her speed increased as soon as they were away, Amancia was in a hurry to get back as well.

Rhys followed the van but needed to dump the car, someone would have seen it. Somewhere we screwed up badly he thought. When the shooting started two more men had jumped out of a car parked on the other side of the parking lot. Rhys could see the weapons and he did not need Bob to tell him what they were. He opened the car door bringing up his rifle. As they stepped out into the open he opened fire. The first man was hit in the throat and head spraying blood and bone onto the nearby cars. The second man had just a second to realize what had happened when he was hit with four rounds. The shots sounded like an automatic weapon, and later witnesses would report that. The four rounds destroyed the upper body.

Rhys was impressed with the power, each round blowing out a six-inch sized hole in the targets. There was not much left above the waist in the last one. The Om had found them somehow, time to switch Id's and find a new place to stay. He was reluctant to give up on Ms. Clarke though, they needed her, even more so now.

An hour later Leslie looked around her office at her team assembled there. They had been called back in and were trying to help sort out the mess. "Were you even the target," her deputy said, "or were you just caught up in it?"

Leslie thought about it for a second. The man without a head (as they had been calling him) had definitely pointed the gun at her, she thought she was dead. Then suddenly that woman sitting next to her was standing with a gun in each hand and his head just exploded. But then there was another shooter, a woman. She was not sure who she had been trying to kill. The woman called Sandy had killed her too.

"I don't know," she said, "but the man was definitely pointing the gun at me. I would be dead if not for the woman next to me.

"Who the hell was she, and who does she work for?"

That was no casual reaction," Leslie said quietly, "the woman seemed to know what was happening. She approached me in the bar to talk, but now it's obvious she was there for a reason."

When the blast in the back went off," she continued "I followed her eyes to see what she was looking at. Then suddenly she had a pistol in each hand and he was dead. It happened so fast I still cannot believe it. But then there was another shot. I am not sure I was the target but the woman killed her as well. I dropped to the floor and pulled out my gun. She knelt down by me completely calm and said that's all of them, then just walked out and disappeared."

"From the reports, it seems there had to have been a team," Stephanie said. She was a senior analyst who reported to Leslie. "What we are getting from the police is still confused. The FBI indicates that there may have been others involved but they are not sure."

"There was six total," her deputy said. The two in the back, two inside and two in front. That's a lot of firepower. Someone took out the two men in the back, badly injured but alive. No gunshots except the shotgun. Two dead on the inside, and there is not enough left of that one's head for any identification. We will have to wait for DNA or fingerprints. Likewise the two out front. I don't know what kind of weapon was being used but the bodies are mostly gone from the chest up."

"What about the two men outside in the back, are they talking?"

"No, still in the hospital, one with a concussion, the other with crushed testicles and a concussion."

Her deputy grimaced, "vicious and deadly, let's be careful when we get a lead on who else was involved."

"More interesting news" noted Steve who worked CIA security. Looking at his phone he said "the video inside and around the bar quit recording thirty minutes before you walked inside. Either it was a hell of a coincidence or someone knew you were coming and did not want to be seen."

"Shit," said Leslie, "I want to know who those people were, there were six shooters, and the other group who may or may not be dangerous as well. A hit team near the capital, who has the muscle and expertise to pull that off?"

"Perhaps it was not any particular target," said her deputy, "perhaps it was just a terrorist hit and you happened to be there."

Leslie thought for a moment. "No, I don't think so, that man looked me right in the eye and was about to kill me, he knew who I was!"

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Leslie got home about 2 am, accompanied by a security detail. Two of the security team would stay at her house. She showed them around, took a bottle of vodka with her into her bedroom. "Don't let anyone bother me before 9 am unless they have more information about the shooter," she said as she closed her door. She got out her laptop and logged in, to see if there were any updates. She drank the vodka straight. Two shots and nothing new, so she walked into the bathroom to undress and get ready for bed.

What a fucked up night, she said to herself. Almost got killed and did not even have a chance to get laid. Good thing her date did not show up. Turning out her light and getting into bed, she hesitated a second, then reached into the drawer by the bed, and pulled out her vibrator. She was going to get off one way or another she thought. She brought the vibrator down to her clit not wasting any time. She quickly became aroused despite what had happened this evening. As the vibrations pushed her closer to orgasm, the image of the woman next to her in the bar popped into her mind. The green eyes, a pistol in each hand shooting. "OMG," she screamed as the image pushed her over the edge.

Amancia smiled to herself, watching through the camera on Leslie's computer. As soon as Leslie had logged on her Bob had inserted itself into the computer and was busy checking all the files. Always remember to close your computer she thought, though Bob would still have been able to go through the files. Leslie let out a soft cry as she came, then turned over to go to sleep.

We can do much better than the vibrator she said to herself as she stood up, looking forward to introducing Ms. CIA to her enhanced tongue. She quickly took off her clothes before walking over to the bed and kneeling by Rhys and Sandy. Sandy had been riding Rhys, and Amancia seemed to be feeling everything as well. It made it hard to concentrate. When Rhys and Sandy came she did also, followed by the delightful surge of energy that flowed through her.

But now it was time for her own nightcap, she needed to keep her own Bob growing, and there seemed to be only one way for that to happen. It was going to happen a couple of times if the little sub had anything to say about it. Perhaps she could get Rhys to spank her again, that made it so much better.

Bob found them an apartment in a large building. The owners were out of the country for a while. If the Om knew enough of their plans to try and ambush them at the bar then surely they knew where they had been staying.

It was a nice place Rhys thought looking around. Must have cost them quite a bit. Luxury was everywhere and a king-size bed in the master and a giant tub big enough for all of them.

Rhys decided to stay put for a few days, as the FBI and NSA would be watching all the transport in and out of the area. Bob had kept the facial recognition programs from identifying them, so they were safe from the authorities, but probably not the Om. He also wiped all the fingerprint data so there is nothing to track back to them.

The downtime was actually a bit of a relief, though Rhys would have preferred to be back at the base. He did spend more time specifically with Amancia, trying to figure out how he wanted this to work.

Amancia and Sandy could not train, but they could use the Internet with Bob clearing the way into the world's systems. Amancia used her banking skills to look into the dark places of finance, building a database of the flow of capital, legal, but more importantly for us the illegal. If there was a financial signal of the Om, that's where it would be.

Rhys could not train either but he used his time to examine Leslie's life in detail. She was a study in ambition and ruthlessness. Apparently the people working for her loved her, but her enemies and those above her feared her ambition. She could be absolutely ruthless when it came to office politics, or when orchestrating a covert operation. Her time as head of the black ops prison was particularly interesting. Again ruthless, effective as she was allowed to be but absolutely ruthless. It was good that her recommendations for many of the prisoners never came to light, they were almost all recommendations for termination as she phrased it.

It was also true that power and politics followed the money, or perhaps the other way around. Amancia found lots of information that would be useful in the future, even a few sins that might be useful in leveraging Ms. CIA. She was proving to be very resourceful, following numerous leads, all of which led nowhere.

Sandy monitored her continuously, seeming to take particular delight in giving us a running commentary every night when she took out her frustrations with her vibrator. Rhys wondered out loud what Leslie Clarke would think if she knew she was putting on a show. One night she sat in front of her computer watching pornography while using the vibrator between her legs. Amancia recorded this for future viewing, watching Leslie cum while she was watching a woman getting whipped. Very kinky Ms. CIA she thought. Perhaps we can arrange for you to have the actual experience since it seems to excite you so much.

The time also gave them a chance to become comfortable in their own changing dynamics as a couple, threesome, or something. Amancia fell into the sub role naturally, shifting from ambitious financial expert one minute to a naked sub the next. It wasn't exactly what Amancia or Sandy wanted. The changes wrought by Bob in them was making them want more, a need to feel more, to experience more, deeper...vanilla sex was no longer enough.

Rhys understood what they wanted, but also what he wanted finally became more defined, his dominance. Rhys knew Sandy and Amancia had packed a bag full of leather gear, cuffs, collars, etc. They had yet to use them but that would change tonight.

Rhys was taking them out to dinner. Sandy and Amancia were dressed and waiting for him that evening. He had deliberately been the last one dressed. "You look gorgeous," Amancia said, licking her lips. "He does," Sandy agreed. Rhys had shaved the stubble from his face highlighting a strong jaw. He had high cheekbones and lips that made Amancia and Sandy damp just thinking about running their tongues over them. Rhys wore a black silk shirt that emphasized his narrow waist and broad shoulders with the flat plains of his chest and the abs below only partially hidden. Sandy wanted to rip off the well-fitted trousers that looked like they had been tailor-made for him.

"I love that shirt," Sandy growled looking at him.

Amancia nodded but did not say anything. She had been quieter after the other night. Something had changed in their relationship, was changing.

"All that delicious skin is covered up," Sandy said with heat in her voice. Walking over to Rhys she pressed up against him, letting her fingers slip inside his shirt feeling the chest underneath. His head came forward and Sandy eagerly leaned in for a kiss. Rhys' lips ghosted across hers, light and teasing. He pulled back but Sandy wanted more and followed his lips, gong on her tiptoes to try and continue the kiss. His lips were warm and firm with the slide of his tongue against hers. Lust slammed through her as she stepped closer trying to meld her body into his.

Rhys gathered Sandy's hands behind her holding her captive. "Later," Rhys said as he pulled back from her, eyes darkening with lust.

"Dinner can wait," she whined, her voice low and needy.

"No, but I have something for you. Still holding Sandy's hands behind her back he turned her away from him. He forced her to bend over. In this position, her dress rose up almost to her bottom. Rhys smiled as he pulled her dress up revealing just a small thong covering her. He easily ripped it from her resulting in a gasp of surprise followed by a moan of arousal. "Shhhhh," Rhys whispered, as he pulled a small object from his pocket. "Come here Amancia, spread her cheeks for me."

Amancia moved forward and pulled Sandys' cheeks apart exposing her anus and pussy. Amancia could smell her arousal. Her pussy was wet and she was making small movements with her hips trying to get contact with something. Rhys slapped her bottom hard. "Hold still," he ordered. Sandy whimpered but did as he ordered.

Rhys took the small egg-shaped plug he had bought and rubbed it slowly over her anus. He had lubricated it so it slid easily across the small bud. He pushed it in just a little teasing her. He could feel Sandy's rising lust mixed with confusion. The lewdness of the situation excited her, but the casual way Rhys had made her submit made something inside her want to resist. Rhys could feel that part of her, Bob had told him what to look for.

As he pushed the egg-shaped vibrator into Sandy's bottom he told her what a good girl she was, an Obedient good girl. Sandy shivered with rising lust at his words. Rhys could feel the confused and angry part of her recede. It did not go away completely but was subdued.

"You are right," he said to Bob, "something is there, trying to deny my authority."

Sandy was panting with lust as she heard Rhys tell her she was a good girl and felt the object go into her bottom. She knew what it was, she had used them herself and on Amancia. She just never expected to be in this position where someone else had the controls. She felt it start to vibrate as Rhys pulled her back up, turned her, and brought her in for a kiss.