Alien Mine Ch. 06

"Yes," Amancia shouted, "yes, I belong to Rhys, he owns me." Amancia was lost in her subspace, her will subsumed by Rhys and her need to please. She felt Rhys at the edge of her mind and tried to let him in. Suddenly she could feel his lust searing through her and she screamed as she came.

"Good girl, cum hard" she heard Rhys say, but it came through as an order directly to her mind. She screamed again as the whirlwind of lust overtook her completely. She could feel Rhys emptying himself into her and it was the best feeling in the world.

Sandy was along for the ride and she pressed her lips to Rhys as she joined them in a mountainous orgasm. It was like scaling the highest peak in the world and then falling off.

"Wow," Rhys said after several minutes, "Wow."

Sandy tried to pull herself together but felt weak despite the surge of energy. She looked at Amancia but she was out, her eyes closed breathing deeply. Sandy agreed with Rhys, "Wow."

***

Rhys thought about Sandy's comments regarding the new girl. While he concurred, he wondered when did she become so ruthless, and Amancia agreed without an argument. This seemed wrong to Rhys, but he forgot about it for the time being as he tried to recover.

The symbiotic entity the humans called Bob felt satisfaction. The secondary symbionts in the two females were almost mature enough. Soon he could begin the more permanent changes to their bodies, replacing bone with the bio-metallic material designed by his creators, and converting muscle into another bio-synthetic material. Their strength would increase about ten-fold, Bob estimated, though everything with these new organic hosts was new to him. Rhys was almost completely through the process with no ill effects. These changes would help ensure their, and his survival.

Despite his computing power, even Bob did not know everything about this process. Mating with the human species had provided many challenges and surprises. For instance, the energy surge after humans completed the sex act. The power surges seemed to be getting stronger as the other Bob's came to maturity. This seemed to be hastening their growth, every power surge being absorbed by them. The symbiont in Rhys felt it as well, the sudden power was almost a physical pleasure, something no symbiont had ever experienced before.

Bob was designed to convert Drans into warriors, and become their warrior spirit, assisting his host in defending the Om. He needed access to the brains of the best humans in order to understand the complexities of the human/alien mating. He would discuss recruiting plans with Rhys, Bob already had a list. As Rhys drifted off to sleep, Bob was puzzling over these new experiences. He suspected that this was not part of the original design. Emotions would be a hindrance in an entity designed to bring death and destruction to the Om and other enemies. He would have to try and do something about it.

***

The alarm went off at 5:30, and Leslie dragged herself out of bed. One cup of coffee and 15 minutes later she was off for her morning run. Leslie liked to stay in shape even though she wasn't a field officer anymore. That had been several years ago but she still kept at it. As she ran she went over the events from last night in her mind. What a screw up, the FBI would be furious if they got wind of what happened.

And the car, how did the window just roll down and then the car dies just as the woman approached. Then the way she reached in and grabbed the gun away from her as if she were a child. The quickness, and there was strength in that hand. That and the one that grabbed her throat and held her against the car seat. She had never felt like she was in danger from the woman. Scared, oh yeah, but she never thought the woman was going to harm her.

Remembering how she had looked at her, then just walked away swinging her hips while carrying her pistol in her hand quickened her breathing. Very sexy she had to admit. Hell, she thought, has it been so long since I was with a man that I have begun to consider a woman?

Getting back from her run, she showered, and then stopped to clean up a bit before heading into work. Picking up the clothes she had worn the night of the attempt on her life she felt something in the back pocket of the pants. She pulled out a card remembering the woman's hands touching her when she fell to the floor. There was writing on one side, "Miranda Group", and a phone number, nothing else.

At work she immediately called a staff meeting to update the staff about last night. She left out the part about the window and car turning off and on as if by remote control. No one would believe her anyway.

"Rick," she said, turning to her deputy, "I want you to talk to research and see if anyone can find something about a company called Miranda Group. This phone number, let's see who it belongs to, and get it to NSA with a priority for monitoring."

As the meeting broke up her deputy Rick stayed behind. "Leslie," he questioned, "that information about what we are presuming to be Abdul Nazir. We just got confirmation that he is somewhere in Iran. How would these people know exactly where he is if, in fact, they do."

"Unknown at this point. I don't even know who these fuckers are. I want to find that out but in the meantime, we should follow up on our own sources."

"They said Southeast Iraq near the Iranian border, we should be able to narrow it down from there."

"Be very careful," Leslie said, "we don't want to alert him. Get teams bravo and Charlie on alert, start moving them into the area. Get a plan started for my review, I will need to brief the Director this afternoon."

Abdul Nazir had been a prisoner in the interrogation facility she ran. He had been a tough bastard, taking everything they could do without giving up much. She would have executed him without a second thought if it had been up to her. He was just bad news.

Unfortunately, when it all became public, he had been released. What a mistake. With a sudden thought, Leslie wondered if perhaps he had been behind the hit. She could still remember the hate in his eyes when he looked at her. Perhaps she needed to talk to Miranda whomever sooner than later. Wait until NSA rips them apart so we know who we are dealing with, she thought with satisfaction.

Thinking about them made her wonder why they wanted to meet with her. The woman seemed dangerous, but not threatening, and had, in fact, saved her life. But who did they represent, were they some stupid super-secret government organization, or perhaps a foreign intelligence group? The Israelis wanted Abdul Nazir as bad as they did, but this did not seem like one of their operations. It would be interesting to see what NSA could turn up regarding the name on the card.

****

Sandy and Amancia were back in the room the next morning. Kiania was awake and furious Amancia thought from the look in her eyes. Kiania had woken up a few hours earlier to find herself tied and gagged. She struggled for a while but then gave it up.

Now she looked around the room at the two girls sitting in chairs. When she realized it was just the two of them she relaxed. They had surprised her last night but two women couldn't keep her prisoner for long.

Sandy could see her eyes flickering around the room, analyzing threats.

"Good Morning," Amancia said, "We would like to let you up but we would ask that you don't attempt to leave again. Keeping you here is as much for your safety as ours. We will take out the gag if you promise not to scream," she added.

Kiania nodded, her eyes looking around the room warily. Amancia removed the gag and Sandy released her hands but not her legs from the bed. Kiania sat up stretching her muscles. She accepted the glass of water Sandy handed her without comment, drinking it down.

"Why am I here, you had better let me go," she said in a threatening voice.

Sandy looked Kiania over, she had seen most of her in the dressing room, strippers did not have a lot of modesty. She was relatively tall, about five-eight, medium-sized breasts, expert job on the implants she thought. Kiania had probably started life off as an A cup. Her body was athletic, many strippers were. There was no obvious sign of drug addiction, though Sandy knew some of the girls were very good at hiding it.

"We mean you no harm," Sandy said, "but we couldn't have you running off while you were still in danger. Also, we need to know who attacked you, and how you were involved."

Kiania seemed to think about that for a minute. "I don't care, you have no reason to keep me tied to the bed. You aren't cops, you have no right to do this to me."

"Well perhaps not, but you are not going anywhere until we get answers. If you promise to behave we will let you up. Why don't you clean up and we can have breakfast and a chat," Sandy said.

Kiania just looked at her for a minute. I can take them once I get free, she thought to herself. Kiania nodded and Amancia released the ropes holding her feet to the bed. She looked at the cuffs on her arms and legs, they were bondage gear, not police gear she realized. She looked at the locks and then at Sandy.

"Yeah, might as well take those off too," Sandy said.

Amancia blushed and Kiania guessed who's they were, or at least who they were used on. Weird she thought running escape options through her mind. They aren't the cops or FBI she thought, feeling confident she would be out of here soon.

Kiania rose from the bed just wearing the shirt they had given her last night and headed for the bathroom. She was lithesome, and she walked like she was on stage. Like most prostitutes she was comfortable in her skin, leaving the shirt behind as she strode naked into the bathroom.

"I can see why you liked her, nice ass," Sandy observed with interest.

"Yeah, there was something about her when she was on the stage. It was like she was exuding sex, everyone felt it, though you took it to a whole different level. Do you think she will go for our idea," she added?

"I hope so," Sandy said, ordering room service, "otherwise we have to figure out how to get her to Texas if she doesn't want to go, or, well you know."

Amancia nodded biting her lower lip. "I hope it doesn't come to that." she said softly.

Sandy heard the toilet flush and went to the door to the bathroom. It was locked but Sandy's new strength proved sufficient to easily break the lock on the door. Kiania spun around as she came in, her face contorted in anger. Sandy just stared at her. "Sorry," she said, "that's all the privacy you get until we think we can trust you."

Kiania just glared at her but climbed into the shower. Sandy stood in the bathroom until Kiania was clean, then handed her a towel. She watched while Kiania dried herself reasonably sure she hadn't managed to find something to use as a weapon.

Kiania and Sandy came back out just after room service had arrived. Kiania didn't say anything, just sat down at the table and looked at them with big eyes. Long dark hair, European look but with other ethnic backgrounds mixed in. Darker than say an Italian, but exotic, and her full lips looked inviting when she smiled, but she wasn't smiling now.

"What are you going to do to me?'' she said, taking a bite of her food, I want to know where I stand."

"We have a proposition," Sandy said, "something along the lines of your current career, but a little more exclusive. It will include you telling us everything you know about last night."

She listened as Sandy made the offer saying little.

"Why do you think I am in danger," she asked?

"The men we are looking for, and the ones who tried to kill you are still out there."

"I saw them die," Kiania said.

"Those, yes, but the ones directing them are still there. Now that you know about us we are sure they would love to get their hands on you. But not in a good way. We can't let that happen for our own good."

Kiania thought about that. The man that had cut Tyrell's throat was certainly going to kill her next, would have if that guy Rhys hadn't been there.

"I can take care of myself," she said, I don't need your help.

"You don't know these people. They are not your typical drug runners in Rio," Sandy said surprising Kiania. "They are much worse despite what you may think. They won't just kill you. They will extract everything you know and then discard the leftovers."

Kiania shivered despite herself at the directness of Sandy's words. It didn't sound as if they were going to let her go willingly. "Why would he want me if he already has two of you, and what are you, is he paying you also," she asked?

Kiania was asking questions to give herself time to think. She didn't really care if the other two women were his whores or not. They were offering her a lot of money, $20,000 for two weeks, how many times could she have to fuck or blow somebody in two weeks. Also, the time would get her away from here for a while. The problem was she didn't know anything about these people.

"He likes you," she said," and yes he is paying but our arrangement is a little bit different."

"Thirty thousand," she interrupted Sandy.

"What," she asked?

"I want $30,000."

"No, the man is willing to pay you twenty, if that's not enough, well we will have to consider a different arrangement," Sandy said in a flat voice.

The threat was implicit, Kiania thought, take the offer or else. She didn't think she would like the 'else'.

Kiania was surprised but relieved they balked at her demand. If they had agreed she would have known something was wrong and would be looking for a way out. She didn't think the two women here could stop her; the knife she had gotten from breakfast would have made sure of that.

Kiania considered her chances for a minute. "I want it all up front," she finally said a determined look on her face.

"You get twelve grand now and the remaining eight grand at the end of two weeks," Amancia said, "take it or leave it."

Kiania thought about it for a minute while she continued to eat, evaluating the women in the room, and what threats they might represent. The situation last night had been confusing. That guy had saved her life she was sure. Someone had smashed the face of the other man, she hadn't seen who but she had seen the result, it wasn't pretty.

Kiania had seen lots of things that weren't pretty, starting when she was ten years old. She could still feel the hatred she had felt for her uncle, to abuse her like that. He had screamed for mercy as she cut off his balls and then stuffed them in his mouth. He had underestimated her, most men had. Only her last lover had understood her. He knew just how ruthless she could be. He told her one time that fucking a whore who would do that to a man made the sex even more exciting.

The man, Rhys as they had called him, seemed good looking enough. Twenty grand was a nice start to a new place, perhaps a new country. She had no interest in getting her throat cut. She did the cutting and she had either enjoyed it or felt nothing when she did it. Enjoyed it if she did not like the man, but she felt nothing if they were just another target.

If she left she might not be able to come back, but the only thing she wanted was the knife. It was the one she had started with, the one that she used on her uncle. She kept it under her pillow, it helped her through the nightmares.

"Fine," she said, "but I am going to need some clothes."

***

They took her up to Rhys's suit dressed in Sandy's clothes. Kiania walked into the room and stopped to look around, giving her a moment to get a feel for the situation and to size up her customer. She was impressed with what she saw. 6'4", broad chest and muscles to go with it. Nice face, handsome even she admitted but there was also something else. She couldn't say what exactly but there was something different about him, a charisma, a sex appeal she didn't expect. Her body was certainly reacting to him and she moistened her lips as her mouth seemed dry.

"Hello Kiania, my name is Rhys. I understand you have accepted my offer," he said with a slight smile.

Kiania let her mind wander while looking at him. She was thinking about running her hands under his shirt to feel those muscles, followed by her tongue. His words brought her thoughts back and she nodded. "I have, $20,000 for two weeks is the agreement, right?"

"Yes, that's right. For $20,000 I get you anytime I want for two weeks, are we agreed?"

"Sure," Kiania replied thinking this wasn't such a bad deal. He was making her hot the way he was looking at her. It wasn't just lust she saw in his eyes, it was more than that. He had eyes a girl could get lost in she thought.

"Why don't you take your clothes off and show him what he is getting for his money," Sandy prompted.

Kiania slowly undid the buttons letting it fall around her feet, then stepped out of her dress leaving her in just a blue lace bra and panties. Kiania knew how to strip but she felt disoriented, her own arousal clouding her thoughts. Strange she thought to herself, customers didn't usually excite her but for some reason this one did. She felt his eyes heavy on her and she lost her poise as she peeled the underwear off. .

"You are beautiful, very sexy," Rhys said.

Kiania gushed at his words as she knelt in front of him.

Amancia was there opening Rhys' pants and helped Kiania take out his cock.

"It's beautiful," she murmured as it slid across her tongue and into her mouth. She began sucking him, lost in the moment. She didn't even notice that the other two women were naked and had joined Rhys on the bed.

"I don't know why but this excites me," Sandy whispered in Rhys' ear.

You have seen Amancia do this a lot of times," he replied.

"Yes, but you are giving her a symbiont, this is different. Soon she will be one of us. I guess that's why it makes me so hot," she breathed into his ear.

Her words were having an effect on Rhys and he could feel her emotions, she was indeed aroused. Amancia also.

Rhys let himself relax and enjoy Kiania's mouth on him. She was surprisingly enthusiastic, and her eyes seemed dark with lust. Rhys let himself go, soon cumming hard as Kiania greedily drank him down into her stomach.

Sandy and Amancia gasped and came as well.

"Good girl," Sandy said enthusiastically to Kiania

And Rhys agreed, she was pretty good at it.

Kiania had been lost in her own lust as she sucked on Rhys, oblivious to the others around her. After swallowing Rhys' cum she then found herself in a kiss with the woman called Sandy. She felt on fire as fingers sought out her sex, rubbing her clit and pushing inside.

Her hips were lifted up with Rhys' cock at her entrance. Moaning she pushed her hips toward Ehys, encouraging his cock to enter. "Please more," she whispered fervently.

"Damn she looks hot like that," Amancia said fondling Sandy's nipples.

"She is very sexy, and now she has a symbiont," Sandy said with excitement in her voice, picturing herself riding Kiania's face, her tongue licking Sandy's clit. "Fuck this is hot," she moaned.

She and Amancia screamed as they came again with Rhys, and surprisingly Kiania as well.

Kiania had to admit having never been this turned on, she almost never came with customers, and that was a serious orgasm. Perhaps this job wouldn't be so bad, at least until she figured out what their game was and how to use it to her advantage. She had no interest in ending up like Tyrell, and until she figured out who was after her this sounded like it was going to be a good hideout.

***

"That went well," Rhys said later to Sandy.

"I agree, she is pretty hot and surprisingly seems quite taken with you. I'm glad, and so is Amancia, let's hope this works, it would be a shame to waste a hot looking body like that.