Alien Mine Ch. 07a

Records also suggested someone who looked like Sandy had been a stripper in Miami Beach. But that hardly matched up with the woman who calmly killed the assassins in the bar. Or the one who took her out of her room under the guards nose. It did help explain what Leslie had seen at the strip club, though.

The other woman, Amancia, had been a banker, but almost everything else had been scrubbed. One picture was retrieved from a Facebook post of a woman who looked like her in a club. Leslie blushed, thinking about it; the woman was wearing extremely short dress, heels, and a collar. Another woman was holding a leash attached to the collar; that woman looked like Sandy.

Deciding it was time to head home for a bath and a session with her vibrator, Leslie asked for her bill. When the bartender started to ring it up, she heard a voice say, "Put that on my tab."

She recognized the voice instantly. "Rhys," she voiced in a breathless whisper before she froze as he took her hand.

"Good evening, I hope you don't mind some company. Bourbon, please," he said to the bartender with a smile.

Leslie tried to gather her thoughts, but her body seemed to react with a mind of its own. She felt parts of her heating up, and the bra she was wearing was suddenly uncomfortably tight.

"What are you doing here?" she said, surprising herself with the sudden flare of anger. No woman wants to have someone make love to her, fuck her senseless, and then just disappear no matter what story they may have.

Leslie's anger came across loud and clear.

"Bet you will be glad when the symbiont is a little more developed," came Sandy's amused voice over the tac grid.

"Shall I bring the whips and chains. Kiania, you had better get ready in case she goes for his eyes or his crotch," Amancia added with a laugh.

The other girls could hear everything over the comms gear he wore, but now he wondered if that was a good idea.

"Pheromones," Sandy said.

Rhys looked into Leslie's eyes. "We need to discuss several things, but also I wanted to see you again. I barely had a chance to get to know you last time, and I have been thinking about you, the girls also," he added.

Rhys had seen Leslie's eyes soften when he told her he wanted to see her again, but they changed to pure anger when he added the girls. Before she could explode, he reached across, taking the bar chair she was sitting on, and turned her to him so they were face to face. His other hand moved across her face to her lips, where he held his finger, stopping the imminent outburst.

"Let's go somewhere more secure where we can talk about it," he said with a warning in his eyes.

Leslie struggled but got herself back under control. She raged inwardly; how can I let this man get so under my skin. She seethed at her unprofessional response. Leslie should have been busy trying to extract information from him, but instead, that bolt of jealously had been dangerously close to erupting in a very public manner. Besides, she was also angry with herself because her traitorous body wanted him. It was like instant distilled pure lust, and she was torn between a desire to slap him or throw herself on him.

Getting up, she strode quickly toward the door, hearing Rhys paying the tab. As she reached the door, she looked back. Rhys was still standing there with his drink in his hand. He looked her in the eyes, and Leslie felt the desire clear across the room. Arrogantly he threw back his drink and walked toward her. Leslie closed her eyes as she felt a shiver of lust run through her again and quickly stepped out of the door to put some more distance between them.

Rhys caught up and took her by the arm. "This way," he said, steering her towards a large SUV.

Leslie let Rhys guide her into the vehicle. Rhys closed her door and walked around, and got into the driver's seat. He started up the car, then drove out, turning left.

"My place is to the right," she said.

Rhys nodded, "we aren't going there; we are going to a safe house for now."

"Why has something happened?"

"Yes, but let's talk about it when we get there. By the way, this is your new car, a special edition."

"I have a perfectly fine car; thank you, and I don't want to be driving this huge thing around town."

Rhys ignored her comment. "It has bulletproof windows, armored sides, and enough power to crash through a stone wall." He reached under the dash and touched something, and a drawer slid out, holding a rifle of some kind. "High velocity anti-personnel or armor-piercing, sector switch is on the right. Fires on automatic or three-shot bursts. He touched something else, and another drawer slid open. "Two pistols, semi-auto or auto, the selector switch is here," he said, pointing out a lever.

She felt a chill as Rhys went through the weapons. What had changed? Why did she need this much firepower?

"The Om," she questioned quietly. What's happened, why all of this?" she said, gesturing at the car.

"We are not sure, but better safe than sorry right now. I will explain when we get to your new residence."

She almost missed that. "New residence, what are you talking about?" she said, alarmed, wondering how bad could it be.

Rhys pulled into an underground parking garage at a very exclusive residential tower.

"We need you someplace safe for a while, so yes, your new residence until we get this figured out."

Leslie started to ask another question but stopped. New residence, my ass, she thought. Rhys had better have a terrific story, or she would be out of here the moment he left.

My God, she thought as she walked into the foyer. The penthouse took up the entire top floor and probably cost more than she made in ten years. No make that her lifetime, she thought, eyeing the opulent kitchen, living room, dining area, etc.

"Welcome home," said a voice that could only belong to Sandy. How did a woman get a voice that sounded so sexy she wondered as a rush of jealousy hit her.

"Hi," said another voice; remember me, Amancia?" the woman said as she walked up and embraced Leslie and gave her a hug.

"I do," said Leslie, vaguely remembering her from the space ship. Leslie felt her face heat up as she realized that the woman hugging her so intimately had been in bed with her that night. Oh God, she said to herself, can this be any more awkward.

Amancia released her but kissed her on the lips before she could pull away.

"And this is Kiania," said Rhys, and she was hugging another beautiful woman.

Leslie pulled herself together despite feeling overwhelmed. She gathered her anger around her like a blanket that would protect her; because if anything could make her feel inadequate, it was these three women. Trying to ignore them, she looked at Rhys. "Ok, it's nice to see everyone, but what's going on. I haven't heard a word from any of you since you pulled me out of my hotel room. Now you show up without warning telling me I am in danger, and I am supposed to live in this place when I would rather be in my own home," she said firmly. I am not sure I believe any of this; I should probably be calling security right now.

The girls looked at Rhys. "We are concerned that the Om may be taking notice of you, and I just wanted to see you again," he said, looking into her eyes.

Leslie felt her anger soften as some of her rage was replaced with a tingling of lust. What was with him that he elicited this kind of reaction from her body?

"Remember, we told you to be careful, we explained the dangers, but still you had Rachel doing everything she could to find out about us."

"How did you know about that? How do you even know Rachel?"

"Her searches were like a light bulb on a dark night. The Om noticed, of course. Don't worry," he said, seeing the look on her face; "we took care of it, but you almost got her killed, and she leads right back to you."

Leslie paled for the first time, realizing it might have all been real and just how dangerous this was. "What happened to her? Where is she?"

We got here in time and moved her and her husband to the Caribbean; they are enjoying an extended vacation at the CIA's expense. She is very appreciative, and she thanks you for the concern for her safety. However, it wasn't all bad; we took out the men assigned to kidnap her and even captured one of them alive. We didn't learn much and didn't expect to, but we know they are tracking any information concerning us. They surely know Rachel worked for you. That means you may be next."

Shit thought Leslie as the implications began to sink in. It was one thing to hear a fantastic story that may or may not be true; it was another to think that she may be in the crosshairs of hostile aliens.

Anger replaced the doubts that were threatening her world view. "God Dammit Rhys, what have you done to me? You pull me out of my hotel room, give me this fantastic story, then... well seduced me and hung me out to dry. What did you expect? Then you show up after nothing but silence and tell me aliens may have identified me. Now suddenly, I am hiding in this ridiculous penthouse that looks like it should be a whorehouse! I am not sure I believe anything you say, and you can go fuck yourself if you think I am just going to sit and not do anything after what you told me."

"And what about all the rest of it, this symbiont thing? I am beginning to think you are full of shit and I do not like being played. You had better come clean, or I am going to have security all over you."

"Wow, she is angry," Sandy said, "and jealous Rhys."

"Apparently, let's show her the video."

Leslie stopped as the enormous flat-screen came on, and a video started playing. In the video, she could see six men approaching a townhouse. It was dark, but she could see they were armed—three at the back and three at the front. The timestamp said 0335. Everything was dark as they crashed through the doors. The video switched from outside to inside the townhouse. It was like watching an action movie, thought Leslie, bad guys with silenced AR's running through the rooms.

Then a head exploded, and another, silent gunfire, and the three that came in the front were down. Dead Leslie presumed. The three that came in from the rear came under fire from behind them. Leslie could see the woman Amancia calmly firing as two of them went down. Kiania grabbed the remaining assailant from behind. He screamed as her knife came down and severed the forearm holding the gun.

At a nod from Rhys, Sandy stopped the video. "That was Rachel's home," he said. They were sent to capture her and turn her over to someone else. I think you can guess who someone else was," he said grimly.

Leslie looked shaken, Rhys thought, and about time, she needed to take this seriously. It was his fault though, this wasn't a game, and he shouldn't expect Leslie to be able to understand the threat. He agreed with Sandy, Leslie needed to be under control. There was only one way to hasten that.

Rhys made himself calm down; getting mad wouldn't solve anything. Deciding on a different tact, he folded his arms and leaned back against the kitchen counter. "You see the need for caution, control. I told you very carefully that something like that would alert the Om. Are you trying to get Rachel and everyone, including yourself, killed? We had to take care of this mess. Also, your sudden doctors' appointments. You will not see anything for a few weeks, any physical changes that is."

Leslie paled when he said that.

"I explained that you would become stronger, faster, and get a younger body. How do you think the CIA will react to that when they see your medical records? When you tell them you have an alien symbiont, you will end up locked up in a special containment facility while they experiment on you for the rest of your life."

"How did you know about that," she said suspiciously?

Rhys stood up and walked over to her. "We have to keep tight security, or we will all be dead. You know how this works; you monitor your own people. Part of Sandy's job is security, he said, gesturing at her. We hope you will eventually take over that part. Still, until then, we keep track of everything we can, including you," he said, putting his arms around her for a sense of security.

Leslie felt her arousal kick back up. Jesus, he puts his arms around me, and I am ready to have his children, she thought, angrily pulling away from him.

"HHmm stronger than I thought. We may need the pheromones again. Good thing you girls are here to help."

"You might have to do it the old fashioned way; I found some rope in the bedroom," Amancia said with a laugh. "Next time, we should bring the restraints."

"Use your belt instead," said Sandy. "But you better watch out for her nails; I bet she will try and scratch your eyes out or knee you."

Rhys smiled but shook his head. "Let me show you something," he said to Leslie walking into the kitchen. He opened a drawer and picked up a knife used to slice vegetables.

Leslie stopped where she was. "What are you going to do with that?'' she said, edging her way back to the door."

"Just watch," Rhys said, leaning back on the counter. He held the blade up, looking over the sharp edge, then slowly swiped it hard across his forearm.

Leslie gasped, expecting to see it spurting blood, but there was no mark.

"How did you do that," she said, "I don't believe you tried to cut yourself."

"Ok," Rhys said, "how about this." He took the point of the knife and pushed it into his forearm. Watching Leslies face, he pressed down until suddenly the blade broke. He held up his forearm, "see no blood."

Leslie just stared at the knife, unsure what to think. "My body has changed, muscle replaced with a biopolymer, very strong, would take more than a knife or that pistol you carry to hurt me. In a few months, you will be the same, strong, tough on the outside. On the inside, you will be smarter, think faster, and interact with the digital world with just your brain. It is a serious upgrade to the human body, designed to fight and survive against the Om."

Leslie just stood there as Rhys walked over and took her in his arms again. He pulled her in tight, kissed her neck, and pushed at Leslie's nascent symbiont, ramping up her desire. The girls were helping flood her senses with pheromones Bob had explicitly tailored just for this reason. He trailed his tongue across her neck and whispered in her ear, "you also get the body of a thirty-year-old, or younger if you want it."

"A slim, beautiful body like ours to match the strong desires," Sandy added.

He continued nibbling at her throat as he began undressing her, unbuttoning her blouse, then tearing off the bra. Leslie was helpless against Rhys manipulating her emotions. She wanted him badly, and the surging desire and arousal left her unable to think straight. Leslie forgot about the other girls in the room as Rhys pressed himself against her chest, his hands on her nipples. She did not even remember taking off her bra. Then other hands were unsnapping her pants, pushing them down along with her panties.

As Leslie stepped out of her pants, Rhys captured her lips. Deepening the kiss, he plundered his tongue everywhere in her mouth. Her hands were pulled above her head as he wrapped something soft and unyielding around them.

She stepped out of them as Rhys captured her mouth and plundered it, his tongue everywhere in her mouth. Breathless, she moaned as he picked her up and carried her into another room, a bedroom. She felt him pull her hands above her head, wrapping something around them.

A brief surge of panic, but that went away as soon as he kissed her again. Then his mouth slowly moved over her chin, down her neck, kissing and nipping along the way. Arching upward, begging for attention, he finally was on her breasts, licking and biting her nipples. Arching her back more, Leslie triedto push more into his mouth, but Rhys' fingers found her wetness, soaking wet. Leslie's eyes slowly glazed over, unfocused as fingers began thrusting into her, rubbing her clit, then something much larger driving in and in, the heat consuming her from deep within, threatening to engulf her soul in flames.

She raised her legs, cradling him with her thighs pushing upward to meet his thrusts, mewling because she could not bring her hands down to hold him as well. When Rhys told her she was a good girl, she felt a surge of pleasure flow through, causing the first of several powerful climaxes. What was happening? She never had more than one a night, much less three, or was it four in a row. Fleetingly a thought nudged upward, "OH MY GOD, this could become addicting!" Then Rhys began increasing the pace, slamming into her faster and faster, fucking her hard, and all rational thought ceased.

"God, yes, fuck me," she shouted, wrapping her legs tight around him. Leslie opened her eyes and was startled to see an image of herself with her legs wrapped tightly around Rhys. A mirror over the bed. Lost in the eroticism of the moment, Leslie thought it was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. What a slut she thought to herself.

"That's a good girl, now cum with me," Rhys demanded intensely, shooting his cum deep within her. Toes curling her climax erupted, seemingly to go on forever. Suddenly Rhys and Leslie felt a quick burst of energy that seemed to make the orgasm continue.

Sandy Amancia and Kiania had joined them on the bed, caressing each other as they watched Rhys fuck Leslie. They came with him, of course, but this time there was an additional presence, faint but unmistakable.

"Wow, that was hot. Who would have thought Ms. CIA would be such a screamer," Amancia said with a happy sigh.

Leslie felt surrounded by flesh as hands reached out to caress her. Impossible, she thought as her body responded, wanting more. Yes, this could become addicting were her last thoughts as her body succumbed to a deep slumber.

****

The next day Leslie was in a national security briefing with counterparts from other government agencies but could not keep her mind focused. Every time she crossed her legs, she was reminded of last night. After making her cum so much, Rhys had tied her to the bed then walked into her bathroom. Leslie had struggled at the ropes but didn't really have the energy.

"Relax, you look good like this," Amancia said.

"You taste good too," Sandy added, looking up from where her tongue was licking Leslie's clit. Suddenly that tongue slipped down to her anus. Leslie felt it wetly probing, then forcing its way in.

"OMG," Leslie shouted as the strange feeling of a tongue in her ass was joined by the new woman licking her nipples.

"Ok, girls, don't torture her too much," Rhys said.

Leslie moaned in disappointment as the tongues and fingers left her. Leslie just laid there in a daze until she felt moisture spread over her pubic mound. Looking down, she saw a razor in Rhys's hand.

Rhys looked up at her, grinned, and said, "don't worry, just cleaning things up down here."

Pulling on the ropes and she tried to squirm away from him, "I don't shave there," she said.

"Obviously, but don't worry, I am going to take care of that for you," he said, smiling as he got a firm grip on her thigh to hold her still. "I would rather not accidentally cut you, so I suggest you hold still."

Biting her lip, Leslie made herself relax.

"Good girl," Rhys said, "you are going to enjoy this."

Damn it, Leslie thought, all he has to do is say those two words, and my insides turn to jelly. What a smug bastard.

"I am not going to enjoy this," Leslie said in a firm voice.

"Well, perhaps not this part though I think you are lying," Rhys said, pushing at her arousal, but I bet you enjoy what comes next."