Alien Mine Ch. 06

***

Sandy arranged transportation back, being extra careful to hide the transactions. A long drive to Lexington, and chartered flight to Kansas City. Then another to El Paso, finally a two-hour drive to the ranch.

It was good to be back to what they considered home now. The girls got Kiania settled in. There were 2 bedrooms, but they were only using the Master so gave Kiania her own. There was a very robust security system in place, but Amancia and Bob made sure she had no privacy, not even the bathroom.

"Separate cameras in the shower as well for your viewing pleasure," she joked.

"Hmm", Rhys said, "let me spend a little time with her, then we need to meet down in the control room to plan our next moves."

"Is "spend some time" another way of saying you are going to fuck her," asked Sandy with a grin?

"Yes," he nodded laughing; "you girls are invited as well."

"Just remember, we need your cum as well. You had better start eating better so you can keep us happy," she said running her finger around her lips suggestively.

"Did either of you notice that Kiania had an orgasm with Rhys the first time she fucked him," Amancia asked?

Rhys shook his head no.

"She did," Amancia went on, she really seemed to enjoy it."

"You seem surprised," Rhys said with a confident smile.

'What I mean is that she seemed immediately aroused, she was really into it. Just not what you would expect from a professional. Sandy, did you ever have an orgasm with your clients?"

"Sometimes," she said shyly while looking at Rhys. If they were good looking, or something attracted me to them I might, but not normally. A lot of times it was just business. I fucked or sucked and they paid me."

"Your right, Kiania seemed excited, she was certainly wet," Rhys added.

Sandy shrugged, "hard to tell, perhaps she gets off selling herself."

"Bob?"Rhys asked.

"When your two mates first came to your living place I needed them ready to mate. Your DNA contains a history of your evolution, I manufactured a chemical that activated their primitive desires to reproduce."

"How did you do it," asked Rhys, "is it still going on?"

"Once I understood enough I modified your natural pheromones since they were close to you, and yes, you were emitting the scent as humans refer to it when you were around the new one."

"Is he using it on us," asked Sandy wondering if that was why she was so horny all the time.

"No," Bob replied, "just with the new one. But you and Amancia were providing the necessary signal for mating as well."

"We were!" asked Amancia, "how did we do it?"

"I do not know. Only Rhys was programmed for it. Perhaps the clones I made of myself carried that ability to you as well."

"That will make seducing new women easy, Mr. Smith," she said with a grin.

"Hmph," Rys snorted, "sad, and I thought it was just me."

"It is just you," Amancia said with a smile in her voice, "we don't need that to want you, and I am happy to show you just how much I want you."

"Let's wait for Kiania," Sandy said." I want to see how hot we can get her."

"Did I mention that I love my new life," Rhys said.

***

"First, let me bring up to speed on our acquisitions," Amancia said, looking through a hologram of swirling data. "Nordic enterprises accepted our offer, we will be the major shareholder. They are doing some pretty cutting edge work with missiles, and acquiring them won't raise too many eyebrows among the big boys like Raytheon and the defense department. They also have a very sharp engineer you may want to take a look at. A picture of a blonde woman appeared in front of them. Thirty-five, Ph.D and a good looking Nordic blonde. Has a boyfriend but do not know how serious the relationship is."

"We also acquired enterprise arms outright. They are on track to win the competition for supplying new rifles to the military; with our help, they are sure to succeed. Finally, there is a small but very advanced autonomous vehicle company in Israel. With the technology we have available to us, not including the shuttle, we can have a considerable impact. We acquired it as well. Our company is now registered there as well as the EU, and of course here. I have been continuing to look at companies in Israel, several others are of interest.

Our attempts to acquire a stake in the private space companies are not proceeding so well," she went on. "We couldn't stand the scrutiny we would be under if we offered to fund the Mars exploration. Instead, I suggest we focus on the asteroid mining aspect. If we can translate some of this technology into better propulsion, that would get us into space. Then we provide the technology, manufacturing, and resources to build our own base in the outer solar system."

Rhys thought about that. They needed a secure location in space, somewhere to develop the technology away from the prying eyes. Bob and Rhys had already selected a site, hence the name Miranda. A moon around Uranus seemed ideal in terms of security. The last thing they needed was to set off a war over advanced tech.

"Very good, Amancia," Rhys said, "it's hard to believe how quickly and easily you have done this."

"I know," she said, happy for the praise (and it made her wet, Yeah!). Then she paused with a funny look on her face. "You are right, I could never have done this before. I was a banker, but acquiring companies, complex tax law in multiple countries, negotiating stock swaps. All while trying to meet one lousy CIA officer."

"Hmm," I said," Bob?"

"Of course," Bob replied, "any decent survival strategy requires an intelligent host. You may not remember, but I told you when you first became self-aware again that I had enhanced your mind and body. You may not have noticed the changes as they are subtle and happen slowly. The pace of change appears to be increasing though."

"How smart will we get?"

"Unknown, I have no reference parameters for your species. The brain structure is entirely different, different biology, a combination of primitive characteristics, and more recent evolution. The Drans had taken control of their own genetics millennia ago; they had designed their current central nervous system. Regardless surely you have noted the improved reaction time, the way you all solve problems and interact as if you know what the other is thinking already."

Before any of us could answer, Sandy indicated we were getting a phone call. She smiled as she answered, knowing who it was.

"Miranda Group," she said in a low sultry tone.

***

Leslie paused for an instant looking around the room. NSA had been alerted and would trace the phone call. Her team was in the conference room, and she had an FBI SWAT team ready to go.

" I want to talk," Leslie said, "are you the woman I met the other night in the parking lot?"

Sandy winked at us, "you are being naughty," she said wickedly, "trying to trace the call like that. I told you we would meet only with you and you alone. If you want to see more of me than you already have, call back without NSA tracking the call. No voyeurs, at least not at first," she said with a purr.

"Damn it," said one of the technicians. "The trace is taking us everywhere as various countries flashed on the screen, before working its way back to the US, then settling first on Langley, then Georgetown. "They are nearby," someone shouted, then "Shit, we are seeing our own number, they are just fucking with us."

Leslie had muted the phone, but Sandy was able to hear it all. Leslie did not know it, but she had no privacy either. Sandy had slipped into Leslie's apartment before leaving and planted cameras in all the rooms and bugs on Leslie's clothes. She had viewed several images of Leslie in the shower, sharing some of the better ones with her lovers. After all, if they were going to recruit her, they would be seeing her a lot more intimately. Something about taking control of the strong older woman turned Sandy on. From the looks she was getting from Rhys and Amancia, they could feel her arousal.

"Keep talking," someone said as they furiously worked at the computer, trying to figure out how the call was being routed through the same number they used to make the call.

"You can't just expect me to trust you," Leslie said, "we do not even know who you are. It's suspicious that you have that kind of detailed information about such a high profile terrorist."

"Oh, we have much more detailed information than you know, but we want to know YOU better first. Some special time together would be nice," the voice almost whispered.

Leslie looked around, Some on her staff were trying to hide smiles. She couldn't believe this woman was hitting on her and giving her the run around like this.

"We will help take him out," Sandy continued, "all it will take is a few days of your time."

"What did you have in mind," Leslie asked, wondering where this was going.

"We were thinking dinner and a movie for the first date," she said with a giggle, "then if we have as much in common as I think we do, perhaps a more intimate setting for the second date."

" Wow," said one of the men in the room.

"Wow" is right Leslie thought, the woman's voice seemed to drip sex. How can she do that over the phone? Her thoughts flashed to the other night as she had walked away in a dress that barely covered her swaying ass.

"And where would this meeting take place," she asked?

The voice over the phone sounded disappointed as they heard a sigh. "Well, if you insist it can be just a boring meeting, we are thinking of a neutral site, someplace safe for you, say Kansas city, three days. I promise you a good time," she laughed.

Even the laugh was unreal, every man in the room probably had a hard-on Leslie thought.

"Ok," she said, "Kansas City three days."

"We will be in touch; hopefully, you are more fun in person than you are over the phone," Sandy said, ending the call.

"What the fuck," she shouted as the call was disconnected. Leslie couldn't believe someone had the nerve to play her like that. Her staff was looking at her, so she got herself under control. " All right, let's plan for Kansas City, but I want options. These fuckers think they can just screw with us. I think it's time we screwed with them."

***

"Ok, we will have to be careful," Sandy noted, examining the data from Bob, "she had an FBI SWAT team standing by, she is such a hard ass, at least for now. I cannot wait to get my hands on Ms. Clarke, or my tongue."

Amancia laughed, "you are so bad, but I don't think she is into women."

"I'm not so sure, perhaps she just hasn't had the right motivation," Sandy said, sticking her tongue out and licking her nose.

"Hmm," Rhys said, several options coming to mind. He dismissed them for the moment. "Getting to Leslie is more trouble than I anticipated. I hope this Isn't all wasted effort, it was supposed to be a subtle approach, now it is anything but that."

"Yes, but it will be worth it. She has access to resources we don't and that we need," Amancia added.

"I hope so," Rhys agreed," but for now, let's get back to making a list of the kind of expertise we need, what are the key areas?"

***

"No, go," said the tech, "we cannot trace the call at all," he noted with frustration. "I would sure like to know how they did that."

Leslie nodded and then looked up, "Okay, thanks, gentlemen and ladies, start planning for Kansas City. I want that information, but I can't help thinking we are being played somehow. This has to be some State-run operation, and I am starting to suspect we are playing against our own government, and that really pisses me off."

The woman who called herself Sandy is an enigma Leslie mused to herself. It didn't add up. The way she had coldly killed the people in the bar and then calmly walked out. That screamed professional. It had to be an intelligence agency of some kind, she had been utterly cool under fire, quick and deadly.

But she had also seen her at the strip club. That suggested professional in a very different way. Leslie was no expert, but no way an undercover agent would know how to put on a show like that. Leslie thought about the way she had moved against the pole. The woman wasn't dancing, she was fucking the pole, and the crowd had been mesmerized, even her.

The woman had also completely fooled her in the parking lot, Leslie had been sure she was just some young hooker. Then the way she casually twisted the gun out of her hand. Leslie was older and not in the field any longer, but her instincts were still there. This woman screamed danger, but she had never really felt threatened.

Well, they would see in a few days she supposed. This time she would be prepared; she was going to find out what was going on one way or another. Leslie had no problem letting her 'new friend' spend a few days in interrogation if that's what it took.

The next day Leslie had received instructions for the meeting. It had been sent to her official cell phone (how did they get the number?). Instructions seemed straightforward, a public dining room in the center of the city, known for its steaks. Time for action, she thought with a smile. Now they will see just who is fucking with who.

***

"Everything ready," Rhys asked?

"Yes, sir," Amancia replied. "Sandy is in the shuttle, and our weapons are loaded."

They had just fucked Kiania one more time before they left for the evening.

"Kiania will be fine," Rhys said to Amancia's unspoken question. "She can't go anywhere, and she can't get into the base."

"I know I just don't like going off and leaving her alone."

"Good. She will be one of us, I hope, and I am counting on you and Sandy to help her fit in."

"We will, and I will be glad when her symbiont grows enough, and we can get back to normal."

Rhys stopped and took her in his arms. "Don't worry, I know we have had to be a little restrained in bed, but soon it won't be necessary. Besides, you are my sub one way or another. As soon as Kiania is ready, I will tie you to the bed, and you can show her just what you are."

Amancia felt the excitement flow through her veins, like electricity lighting her up. Something in her always shifted when Rhys spoke to her like that. It wasn't quite subspace, but it was something close.

"Yes sir, I can't wait," she said as they entered the shuttle."

Sandy smiled, seeing the look on Amancia's face.

"Your sub is getting frustrated," she said. "Shall we give Ms. CIA a show tonight?"

"No," laughed Rhys, "and it's not nice to tease Amancia like that. Let's go and pick Ms. CIA up. I am looking forward to talking to her after all this trouble."

***

Leslie and the security team were in place the day before. She hoped she did not need it, but the FBI SWAT team was in town, as were her own security detail. The dining room was visible from newly installed cameras covering every angle, even the restrooms.

She had flown in and was staying at the Hilton. The security team had it locked down tight, they had taken the whole top floor. That night, Leslie had a shot of bourbon from the minibar, forgoing a sleeping pill. She tossed and turned for a while, then finally drifted off to sleep.

Sometime later, she came suddenly awake, alert, as she used to do in the field. She didn't know what had woken her, but something was wrong. She lay there with her eyes closed and slowly moved her hand under her pillow, reaching for her gun.

"You are a naughty girl," she heard a now-familiar voice say.

Opening her eyes, she saw a woman dressed in a dark bodysuit, sitting beside her bed, holding her gun. Leslie quickly looked around for other threats, trying to decide if screaming for help was wise.

"Don't worry," the woman said, "I am not here to hurt you, and your security detail is fine, I did not hurt a soul."

"What are you here for then," asked Leslie, slowly sitting up and tensing her muscles, getting ready to make a run for the door.

"Easy now," the woman said, "I promised you dinner and a movie, I just came by to collect my date. Why don't we get you dressed, unless you plan on going out like that," she said, looking over Leslie's body.

"I don't think that is a good idea," Leslie said, her mind running through options to escape the room and get help.

"Don't," the woman said, reading her intentions. " If you start screaming, things will get difficult. I didn't come here to hurt you, we just need to talk."

"Ok," Leslie said, weighing her options. Going along with the woman seemed like the best chance for the moment. Getting up, she found her clothes and quickly dressed.

"Where are we going," she said, edging toward the door.

Sandy moved quickly, placing her hand around Leslie's throat.

"Sorry about this, but I need your cooperation for the next part."

Suddenly something covered Leslie's mouth, her hands and feet were quickly secured before she could even react. Leslie struggled, but the woman didn't give her an inch, she couldn't get any leverage. Leslie was helpless, and she hated it. The woman seemed to be inhumanly strong as she casually picked Leslie up and walked over to the window. Leslie was terrified now and tried to scream against the gag. Only a small muffled sound came out. Struggling was no good; the woman was too strong.

She was sure she was going to be thrown out the window and killed. Instead, straps were attached, and then Sandy reached up and pulled part of the window away. She grabbed hold of a line with one hand, and then Leslie found herself outside 15 stories up and climbing.

She screamed into her gag again as the ground receded. but suddenly she was inside a room or compartment. The woman set her down, and her bounds came off, as did the one covering her mouth.

"Sorry about that," said the woman, "my name is Sandy, by the way, if you don't remember. Come with me and let me introduce you to my boss."

Leslie was at a loss for words, "where am I," she asked still sitting on the floor.

Sandy looked at her for a second. "Look, I am sorry for all the drama, but we told you we needed to meet you alone. When you flood the place with security, bring a swat team; that hardly says alone to me. So we brought you someplace where we can talk without being swarmed by your agents."

Leslie got to her feet and followed Sandy through what seemed to be a passageway and into what could only be a control room of some kind. There was a man and another woman, each wearing a similar one-piece bodysuit.

"Hello, Ms. Clarke," the man said, standing, "my name is Rhys. This is Amancia," he added, gesturing to the other woman. "You have already met Sandy."

The man looked impressive, tall, about six foot four, broad shoulders. The woman, on the other hand, was about Leslie's height. Beautiful, long hair. The one-piece skinsuit couldn't hide an overly impressive bust and what appeared to be body jewelry. Leslie looked back at the man called Rhys, thinking for a minute, her mind working furiously.

Finally, she said, "Rhys Smith, US Army, contract specialist. You worked operations for us twice, Iraq and somewhere in Central or South America; Guatemala, I think."

Rhys nodded, "very impressive, Ms. Clarke, since you know me and my background I hope that reassures you that we mean you no harm."

"That remains to be seen. Who do you work for, and how are you able to waltz into my security detail and pluck me from my room, bringing me who knows where?"

"Long story, would you like some coffee?'' he said reaching for some cups.

Leslie paused for a minute. "Seriously, you kidnap a senior CIA Officer, and you ask if I want a cup of coffee!! Gathering herself, she said, "sure, why not."

Rhys poured coffee, then handed her a cup.