Alien Mine Ch. 06

"Don't worry, we do not work for some nefarious government agency, I am the boss I guess, and I work for myself. It's a bit of a long story. We need to get you back to your room before your guards check on you in the morning, so humor me, I am going to tell you a fantastic story, every word of which is true."

Indicating a chair for Leslie to sit, Rhys began the story from the beginning, with Jake, and the fantastic events since then. Leslie listened, not saying a word, just taking it all in.

At the end of the story, she looked around at the three of them, crossed her arms, and said, "nice story, but I do not believe a word. Seriously, an alien symbiont you pass on through your sperm. You have to admit that it sounds like a bad porn story. What are you really up to and don't give me any more bullshit."

"Of course," said Rhys, "it is pretty fantastic, but true nonetheless."

Sandy pulled out Leslie's pistol, the one from under her pillow. She noticed Leslie tense but she took the ammunition out of it, looked at Leslie, then twisted it in her hands like it was made out of plastic. She broke it in half and handed the pieces back to Leslie.

Leslie held it in her hands, "impressive," she said quietly, "however, you are going to have to do better."

"Thought so," said Rhys.

Leslie gasped as one side of the room seemed to become transparent, and she found she was looking down at the Earth, and the moon was off to the left, but close, much close.

"Impossible," she said, looking around with some disdain. "I don't believe it."

Rhys nodded, "very stubborn, I see. " He reached out and took her hand, and suddenly she was floating. Her stomach was jumping around as she lifted from her seat, Rhys's hand holding her, keeping her in place. Then suddenly she had weight again, falling back into her chair.

"How did you do that," she asked with an amazed look on her face?

"I just turned off the artificial gravity, you seemed to need to be convinced."

Leslie sat there staring at the Earth and the moon, then looking around at the three of them. She was reassessing their story. What if it was true, or at some part of it. If they really did have an alien symbiont or parasite that was dangerous. They needed to be isolated in the most secure biological lab in existence until they knew for sure. Leslie thought furiously, how to get them to come in?

"So what are you going to do," she said, thinking quickly through several scenarios before rejecting all of them. "If half of what you said is true, then humanity desperately needs this technology. I can help," she said decisively. "Let me bring you in, we can hide you while we figure out the alien technology."

'No," Rhys said, "that's not an option. Can you imagine the way it could be used and fought over when it leaked? Then there is the Om, they must be found and dealt with first before we can begin developing the tech."

"We can keep this secret," she said, trying again, but Rhys just shook his head.

"Look at it from our perspective. You would have us in a lab for the rest of our lives while trying to understand this technology. There is no way the government would let us out for fear of what we might be carrying and how it could affect the rest of the population. So no, we have no intention of letting that happen, especially when the Om are still out there."

Leslie was lost in thought, torn by her desire to seize this for the agency and scared that Rhys might be telling the truth. She sat there for some time before she finally said, "ok, then what do you want from me, this has nothing to do with Nazir."

"Nazir was just an excuse to meet you," Sandy said. "Now we want you to have sex with Rhys, one of the benefits."

Leslie blushed, looking away. "No, I am not going to let you infect me with whatever you have, symbiont, or whatever! Not that I believe it, but there is no going back if I understand you correctly."

"No, no going back," said Sandy, "it's all or nothing. We are offering you something unique in human history. First contact you might say, perhaps a little more intimately than you imagined," she added with a wink.

"On the other hand," Rhys said, "you will be a critical part of what is to come. You will live for at least another 150-200 years, have the body of a 30-year-old with a symbiont nanocomputer in your head. You will play an important role in the future. We selected you for a reason, your skills, position, and you are a woman," he added.

"What happens if I refuse," she asked, looking Rhys in the eye?

"We give you a drug, you forget about tonight, and we try and find someone else to work with," he said with a shrug. "Look, we picked you from hundreds of candidates, we want you with us."

"As I said, you get a rejuvenated body and a very long life," Sandy added. "These improved bodies are capable of amazing things, and incredible pleasure as well," she said with a sexy smile

Shit thought Leslie, they are really pushing my buttons. Ambition had been her driving force and salvation when her relationships failed as they always did. Rhys was a very handsome man, hot in the current vernacular. She had to be twenty years older than him, but he had this bold masculinity, big and strong always worked for her.

Ok, so go along with it, she thought to herself. At least until she could get control. She didn't believe the whole symbiont thing, but this space ship, well unless she was drugged somehow that part seemed real.

She would deal with the three of them after she convinced them that she was on board. Betrayal was a daily thing in her world, trust no one, and do unto others first was her motto.

If sex was the worst thing, she had to go through then good. She would get hers later, besides Rhys was charming and had a sexy body. The idea of having sex with Rhys made her feel good, sexy. Leslie could feel her nipples harden at the thought. No, what's wrong with me she asked herself trying vainly to focus. Her thoughts seemed to come slowly, as her mind struggled with the sudden arousal.

Shit they drugged me, she thought in panic, and then that didn't really matter either. What mattered was between her legs, and Rhys' she thought with a smile.

Sandy watched Leslie's face and saw it change. The pheromones she guessed, the three of them must be flooding the compartment.

"Wow," she said, "that's amazing." She looked at Amancia. "We never stood a chance." She just needs a push, Sandy thought and glanced at Rhys.

"You are a very sexy woman," he said, "would you mind if I kissed you?"

Leslie was lost in the moment, her mind turned to mush as the pheromones assaulted her senses. Her body had reacted strongly, need, arousal, the physical closeness of a male who was so dreamy. When Rhys kissed her, all her plans, reluctance and caution evaporated as if she was some young, innocent girl getting her first kiss. And a kiss it was, she genuinely excited Rhys, despite the discrepancy in age.

Rhys thought Leslie would be like a vintage bottle of wine that would only be better with age. The thought of dominating a powerful woman like her excited him. That siren song that Amancia had awakened rose in him, threatening to consume them all.

Rhys clamped down on it, pushing it back into the recesses of his mind. At least most of it. Taking Leslie and giving her a symbiont was what that part of him wanted, and it was all he could do to keep it under control. That part of him wanted to rip her clothes off right there and take her, hard, forcefully.

He felt Sandy's hand on him. "what is it Rhys," she asked?

Rhys felt confused for a minute, but he saw Amancia, and his head seemed to clear. He shook his head, regaining control of himself. "I think I got a little carried away," he said ruefully. He scooped Leslie up and carried her into an adjoining cabin they had set up for this reason. Placing her on the bed, Rhys began to kiss her neck, working his way down until clothes became a problem.

Leslie was overcome with emotions, her body reacting despite her mind.

When Rhys kissed her, she lost all her doubts, and a fire started burning hot within her. What's happening to me was her last coherent thought as she ground her thighs together.

Her mind was being overloaded, reacting in a primitive way. Her inhibitions and doubts were stripped away by the assault on her body and mind.

Rhys pulled her blouse over her head. Casually, ripping her bra off before running his long tongue over her nipples. Working at the hard buds with his teeth, brought a loud moan and a "Yes," shouted out by Leslie.

He felt hands on his clothes and realized the two girls were helping him and Leslie undress. As they pulled the clothes off, he moved his mouth down Leslie's stomach, stopping at her belly button, then continuing down to her pubic hair. A novelty, he briefly thought, but not a good one. The pubic hair would be the first change.

Leslie was incoherent, caught up in the lustful emotions, and reacting strongly to the pheromones and feelings that seemed to be pounding on her head. Rhys's control had slipped a little without him realizing it. The effect was evident in Sandy and Amancia as well. The excitement shown in Sandy's eyes and Amancia had shifted completely into her sub persona.

Rhys had planned that the first time with Leslie would be just the two of them, but it was too late now. Besides, he enjoyed having the girls around, they were his to use something inside told him. Sex had always been better when the three of them were together—their mental link reverberating off each other, pushing the sexual intensity higher.

This was no different. Rhys ran his tongue over Leslie's clit and enjoyed her scream as she came for the first time. Amancia was on her knees, licking Sandy.

Rhys rose up and brought his cock to Leslie's pussy, thrusting firmly, going all the way in with one push. He had intended to start off gentle, but instead just buried himself in her. Leslie screamed and bucked upward, accidentally forcing even more of the cock inside her. It had been over a year, and her pussy was not used to being forced open.

She spread her legs even wider to ease the pressure, but Rhys just pushed in harder.

Leslie screamed, "God Yes!, fuck me," as she came again.

Rhys grabbed her flailing arms and held them over her head and began to do just that. Ramming his cock in and out at a steady pace. He felt a tongue on his balls and looked down to see Amancia kneeling and licking him. Sandy was whispering in his ear, telling him to fill up the slut, fuck her hard, and make her dream of your cock every night. That pushed him over the edge, he came hard pumping his cum into Leslie. Welcome to the team, he thought as an immature Symbiont entered her system, heading straight to her brain.

Rhys pulled out, and Amancia began sucking his cock, getting her own taste. Rhys enjoyed the feeling of her mouth and tongue on him as Sandy leaned over and licked at Leslie's cum soaked pussy. She looked up at him and licked her lips.

"Yummy," she said," tasty," then kissed him.

Leslie was limp, aware of things happening to her body, but totally wiped out from the sex. She started to close her eyes and sleep, when Sandy leaned down and said, "no sleeping yet, we are just getting started." She felt hands turning her over, being forced to her knees. Then she felt a tongue licking her again, then that big cock pushing into her. Leslie groaned as Rhys entered her. The cock inside her and the tongue that was licking her clit pushed her arousal into an upward spiral again.

Rhys pulled her up by the hair, and Sandy was there, kissing Leslie, pinching her nipples. Leslie moaned even louder as Sandy started whispering obscene things into her ear. Leslie's mind was focused on her body, nothing else mattered to her. Not even the thought of an alien symbiont.

Much later that evening, Rhys felt a strange sense of satisfaction seeing a thoroughly fucked Ms. Clarke. He had cum in her three times, seemingly shooting an unending amount into her. The girls had both gotten some as well, and the usual energy rush after each climax was exhilarating.

Leslie, though, had gotten it all. The girls holding Leslie's head forcing her to suck the cum out of them. Sandy had really pushed his buttons when she began telling him to dominate her, make her his slut. He had cum hard then, and for some reason, the idea resonated.

Yes, Ms. Clarke, time to get you back, he thought to himself. But I would be lying if I said the thought of you on your knees next to Amancia was not exciting. I hope you like the changes to your body I will be making, I sure will.

***

"That went well," Sandy said as they headed back to the base. This was her third flight, each one getting easier. They had put Leslie in what passed for a shower on the shuttle and dressed her. She was back in bed in her hotel room.

"I would like to see the expression on her face when she wakes up," Amancia said.

Rhys smiled. "You girls gave her a lot to think about as well, I am sure that was the first walk on the wild side for her. She seemed particularly grateful for those orgasms you gave her," he said, looking at Amancia.

She blushed a little. "It was pretty hot the way you were telling everyone what to do, it was like you were directing a play and I was getting hot from that. Then the way you ordered me to lick her, I almost came myself," she said, fanning her face dramatically.

"I hope I wasn't too hard on your bottom," Rhys said.

"Are you kidding? She loved it," Sandy said. "Spanking her like that and then fucking her in front of Leslie was magnificent. I think Leslie wanted you to spank her as well."

"You enjoyed it too," Amancia said to Sandy, "I could tell."

"Of course, watching you get spanked is always hot, it turns you into such a hot needy sub."

Amancia blushed but quietly agreed. It did at that.

"I thought you were going to hold off from that in front of Leslie," Sandy said.

"I was, but Leslie was so out of it, I doubt she will remember."

Why did I though? Rhys thought to himself. Sandy was right, he had told Amancia no before they left. He had intended for tonight to be just him and Leslie so as not to scare her off. Instead, it had quickly become an orgy of self-indulgence. Not only him but the girls as well.

Usually, he had better control. Something about it bothered him. Rhys was all about self-control. That's how he had survived in the Army and then afterward. What had happened tonight was just the opposite. He would have to watch himself.

Sandy had enjoyed all of it. She especially liked seeing Rhys take control of Leslie. Sandy had been serious when telling Rhys to make her his slut. She had seen how he reacted to Leslie, and she deliberately pushed his subjection of her.

Sandy had her own plans for Leslie; she was going to enjoy giving her lessons on how to please another woman. She wondered if Rhys wanted another submissive; if not, perhaps he would let her have Leslie as a replacement for Amancia.

The idea of Leslie on her knees was exciting her. She never considered where this sudden desire to dominate came from. Her relationship with Amancia had been mutual consent, but now she was not really interested if Leslie consented or not.

"Glad Leslie enjoyed it," Sandy said, wrenching her thoughts back to the present, "and I am glad it worked out that way. I wonder if she guessed she was going to get a symbiont one way or another."

"Yeah, screwing a mostly comatose woman wouldn't have been near as fun," Rhys agreed.

The Om mind was disconcerted with the latest failure to kill the Drans threat. The possibility that they were dealing with one of the symbionts had to be considered. That greatly complicated their efforts to eliminate the humans, and might explain why their efforts had failed. The collective Om mind would have felt frustration if it was capable. It had so few resources, they were a scouting mission that had been trapped in the system. Valuable resources and weapons needed to be hoarded until they could establish a reproduction center. A remote site had been selected and development had started but it would take time to build defenses.

The collective mind had been reluctant to commit resources and weapons to the effort of killing the humans, choosing to employ others of this species. However, now the situation was intolerable, the Drans-humans must be eliminated. A portion of the nest resources would be allocated to Trangrod production.

It was as much as could be spared given the limited technological base, but even a simple and much less capable Trangrod should be enough to deal with the remnant of the Drans. Locale materials would have to be used and technology adapted. Advanced materials and manufacturing capability needed resources only a lesser nest ship could provide. If the current course failed then the remaining scout nests would have to be risked. It was possible that the wreckage of the lessor nest ship could provide the needed technology.

However the trap was now set, it was confident this time the Drans-Humans would be destroyed.