Alien Mine Ch. 07b

Afterward, Amancia lay cuddled with Sandy and Kiania. Kiania gently traced the welts and marks with her fingertips, soothing and arousing at the same time. Sandy gently stroked Amancia's sex, using her fingernails to lightly scrape the lips, then ever so gently on her clit.

"Are you ok," asked Kiania as she nibbled on an ear.

"Oh yes," Amancia gushed, "I feel so good afterward; I love you all so much," she said with a tear in her eye.

"She is still in her subspace, don't worry," Sandy said. Amancia was always like this after an intense scene; she is feeling very vulnerable right now," Sandy said.

Kiania didn't know what to feel. Perhaps a little guilty that it had excited her so much. She had been part of many such 'scenes in her life,' but they were nothing like this. There was no acting here, and Kiania had climaxed while whipping her lover. She ran a finger softly over a particularly deep welt, one than she had placed there. Watching and participating while Rhys dominated Amancia like that was something she had never experienced. The level of trust and love required to submit so absolutely was mystifying to Kiania.

"I don't understand," Kiania said.

"I don't either," Amancia demurred, "but I need it. When Rhys takes control, it's the best thing in the world. I just wish it was always like that. She paused for a few seconds. It is getting stronger, better; it was different this time."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know," she mumbled, almost falling asleep, but something has changed."

"What did she mean," Kiania asked as Amancia gently began to softly snore.

"I am not sure," Sandy said carefully. "But I agree, something between Rhys and Amancia is different. Rhys is surer of himself, more dominant with her in bed. Notice how she slips in and out of subspace, almost on command. Rhys appears almost eager to indulge her need for pain and humiliation. And tonight, well, I have never seen him like that. It was so intense, and I could feel all of you when we shared the orgasm."

"It was the best," Kiania agreed, "so powerful. Is it the symbiont you think?? Kiania asked.

"Don't worry," Sandy said, anticipating Kiania's question, "you are not going to change into a submissive. Amancia was already like that, but even more so now. Something has changed between them, but I am not sure if it is Rhys or Amancia. None of us understand exactly how the symbiosis works, but neither you nor I have undergone major personality changes. Though in Leslie's case, that would be beneficial," she said with a smile.

Kiania was thoughtful. She had been forced to submit many times in her life, none of them pleasant. She had killed a few of those who had forced her. She imagined herself in Amancia's place, submissive to Rhys, well, very submissive. The idea did not terrify her; that was surprising. But then she had never loved anyone as much as Rhys, and Sandy and Amancia also. She had once told Sandy she would be whatever Rhys wanted, and she meant it. If Rhys wanted her like that, she would readily submit.

She felt Sandy looking at her and blushed. "You are thinking about what it would be like to be Rhys' submissive aren't you," she said with excitement in her voice.

Kiania just looked at her. Sandy rolled over on her back and spread her thighs, running her fingers through her slit. "Come here," she commanded, "lick me."

Kiania eagerly crawled over to her, caught up in her own fantasies, allowing Sandy to control her movements. Sandy gasped as Kiania's tongue, found her wetness, the clit ring. It wasn't Rhys, Kiania thought to herself, she didn't have to obey, but it felt good. So very, very good.

****

Abdul Nazir had taken up residence in the outskirts of a small village in southeast Iraq just across the Shatt al Arab River from Abadan Iran. That gave him access to Iranian support, but they could just as quickly deny his activities. The people of the village would warn him if strangers approached.

The land was flat, broken up by small villages and farms. Most people here made their living raising goats; you could see small herds being tended by the boys. Houses were simple, for the most part, mud-brick with a wall around them. The women and older girls with their faces covered as they went about their daily work. Often a few boys would play soccer in the sand.

Initially, Rhys had just planned to give the information to the CIA to get to Leslie. Now it looked more and more as if there was Om involvement. Rhys insisted they be included in the mission. He had worked as a contractor for the CIA already. This time it would be two of them, Rhys and Amancia.

"Are you sure about this," Leslie asked. "What if the aliens are there?"

"We are expecting it and will be armed accordingly. Also, Sandy will be in the shuttle providing air cover."

"Won't somebody notice?"

"No, just like over Kansas City, no one can detect it."

"What about the Om?"

"We don't think so; they haven't shown any ability to detect it so far."

"What about the other woman, Kiania - is she going to be part of this?"

"Yes, but not officially. Kiania will be on the ground providing heavy weapon support if things get out of hand or we meet more resistance than we expect."

"Things had better fucking not get out of hand," Leslie said vehemently.

"We are dealing with aliens; we don't know what they might be able to do. That's why we need to be there in force."

"God damn it, Rhys, I don't like sending in my guys without them knowing the risks."

"I understand, but what are we going to tell them, watch out for aliens? Sandy will provide ground and air cover; our rifles will take out anything short of a battle tank. The weapon Kiania has will take out a battle tank."

"You just remember if anything goes wrong, it's my ass."

"I'll remember," Rhys said to calm her.

Sandy smiled to herself. Leslie didn't know it yet, but her ass already belonged to Rhys and Sandy. While Leslie and Rhys talked, she imagined Leslie bent over getting Rhys' cock in her ass. That was definitely exciting. But even more so was another fantasy of hers. In this one, Leslie was bent over while Sandy fucked her ass with a strap-on. She wondered if she could talk Rhys into that.

"You are going to have to do something about that," Sandy said, "this half-assed cooperation may get us killed."

"I agree," said Amancia.

"We are all right for now, let's get this over with, and then we will get her away for a week or so."

You are more confident than I am," Sandy said.

"And that's why I am the boss, now everyone get their attention on the mission."

He heard three "yes, sirs." Good to be the boss, he thought.

***

Amancia and Rhys were attached as a special liaison. It was a vague enough title to mean anything from an agent from another agency to an observer from another nation-state intelligence. That was the impression we encouraged. Everyone assumed Amancia was Israeli intelligence. Her armor was different enough that everyone could tell it wasn't a standard issue. Rhys' armor looked like standard-issue but would shift on command.

Nazir was holding at least one member of the Saudi royal family for ransom, and one American soldier they had captured. There may be more hostages that they did not know about.

Planning had been slower than Rhys liked, but they were ready to go at last. There were many facets of this operation that bothered him. He couldn't help but suspect a trap given the events at the bar when they first attempted to contact Leslie. They had trained hard, and though untested, he was confident in their capabilities.

Sandy, Amancia, and Rhys were all integrated into the Tac Grid and seamlessly worked together. Comms with Kiania, not as efficient, but it was something he was used to. Kiania did have a crazy advanced heads up display on her helmet. Also, her armor looked nothing like the standard-issue, more like an evil version of Ironman. Bob and Rhys had worked hard on it; he wanted her protected as much as possible if the Om were here.

The tac Grid gave them advantages no one else has Rhys mused, it was a real force multiplier. Being able to coordinate seamlessly while integrating all the sensors, including vision, was terrific. The fact that their minds could process tremendous amounts of data made it work. That and having a symbiont AI inside their brains as a personal combat assistant. He was getting better at processing the data streams with one part of his mind while concentrating on fighting with the other. His integration with Bob seemed to be more efficient in combat.

Their weapons fired upgraded armor-piercing rounds, and Amancia and Rhys carried the improved rifles with grenade launchers and pistols. They brought speed and accuracy to the battlefield.

Kiania was their backup. Her weapon was a sniper/heavy support that was a real beast. They had to power her armor so she could use it. The rifle was accurate out to 3000 yards with the improved scope and guided ammunition. It could also fire on automatic laying down support fire as needed. She had a separate grenade launcher with extended range, almost an automatic cannon. If they needed to retreat, she would lay down covering fire until Sandy could pick them up. Sandy would drop Kiania into position with the shuttle and then stand off to provide fire support as well if needed.

"I don't like this Rhys, I know I wanted to pilot the shuttle, but I should be down with you on the ground," Sandy complained.

"I agree," Rhys said," but you are our ace in the hole. Unless the Om infiltrated the base, they do not know the shuttle survived. The firepower you have is much greater than anything Leslie could provide."

"I know, but I don't like being safe up here while you three go into battle."

"Don't worry, just get Kiania in position. Amancia and I are just along as a precaution. If the Om are here, they will be in for a surprise; we are much better armed and prepared. And you can pull us out if we can't handle them."

Sandy and Kiania kissed each of their lovers before they left. "Don't worry, Sandy, I promise I won't let you down," Kiania said.

"I know, but this is the first time we have been separated in any kind of danger. The fucking Om had better watch out because I have more firepower at my fingertips than the entire Air Force."

Kiania smiled, "I have a pretty big gun as well. But this is a lot different for me. Usually, I have just used a knife up close."

"Do you have your knife with you?"

"Yes, of course," she replied, pulling out what looked like a 15-centimeter blade. "Much better than the original though I still have that. This one cuts through steel. Though it's unlikely I will have cause to use it."

Sandy could sense Kiania's eagerness. She was calm but excited. She smiled to herself, thinking what a good job Rhys (and herself) had done with her. Kiania was utterly dedicated to Rhys now and would defend him with her life. Sandy just hoped it was enough.

Sandy did want to be on the ground with the others. However, being fully immersed in the AI and the ship gave her a feeling of omnipotence. Everything was slotted to her brain; she saw the visuals with her eyes, 360 degrees. That took getting used to, but it was not just her eyes; she felt the whole ship with her body. Her legs were the engines, her arms the energy weapons, her toes the missiles. She could taste the sensors, see the information, and it was exhilarating, sensual, and addictive. She couldn't imagine what a real Drans ship would be like. Sandy forced her attention to the sensors, time to look for the Om.

Going into combat brought back memories for Rhys, not bad ones, just memories of battle. Rhys found himself anxious, not nervous, more like a horse at the starting gate. Interestingly he felt the same from Amancia and Kiania. Sandy's emotions were a little different, she was also in a support role, and she was worried about the rest of us. Kiania surprised him by how confident she felt, but Rhys guessed this was better than some of the things she had done.

He and Amancia were far better protected than the rest of the men on the team. Those were all spec ops guys who knew what they were doing, and there was little conversation as they went in; everyone knew their job.

"Anything on the sensors yet," Rhys asked Sandy as they approached the target?

"No, sensors are clear; Kiania is in position."

"Scan the area again," Rhys ordered. The lack of any overt sign of Om involvement was worrying Rhys. Either they were not there, or they were hidden from even the shuttles sensors.

"I am picking up more bodies than expected. The intelligence we had suggested ten max plus the hostages. I am picking up a total of thirty; at least twenty-five are active. Looks like they are expecting us. There are some other anomalies in the ground that the sensors cannot classify, but they are not explosive."

"Do we terminate and withdraw," Amancia asked.

"Pass the info to Leslie and Kiania," Rhys replied. We may need Kiania's fire support earlier than I thought."

As they approached the target area, Rhys felt something shift inside him. Time slowed down for him, and he entered a hyper-aware state. Everyone seemed to be moving in slow motion compared to him. He could feel changes in Sandy and Amancia as well, but then he didn't have time to analyze it.

Shots rang out, automatic fire, and more measured shots. Two men were hit immediately. Rhys dropped to the ground, his enhanced vision picking out the ones visible to him. They were still 500 meters out, but the fire was accurate.

"Snipers," Rhys said, "they knew we were coming. Om must be here somewhere, or they are feeding them information." He listened with part of his mind as the team began returning fire. There was little cover, and they could not call in airstrikes on the building with the hostages.

They had lost surprise and would withdraw if Rhys did not help. "Give us targets," he told Sandy. The sensors on the shuttles quickly picked out the snipers. Sandy fed the data directly to the tac grid. Dots suddenly sprang up in front of Rhys and Amancia's eyes. Blue for friendly, red for hostile.

Rhys and Amancia were lying prone behind the team and had not come under fire. Rhys assigning targets to Amancia and Kiania. Taking aim at an exposed shoulder, one of his targets disappeared. The advanced round spun the man around, blowing off the entire shoulder. He shifted aim to another dot, but before he could fire, the target disappeared in a hail of high-velocity rounds. Kiania, he thought. Her heads up display was not as good as their tac grid, but more advanced than anything the soldiers had.

These were impossible shots for normal humans at that range, the targets visible for only seconds as they fired. But with the sensors from the shuttle and Bob calculating angles and trajectories, it was like sitting on a firing range. Amancia coolly fired at the targets overlaid on her vision. A head that exploded, an arm visible for only a second, was blown apart, then two rounds into a body as someone moved just a little too far.

The incoming fire dropped dramatically in less than a minute. Surviving snipers were hiding behind walls now. The Shuttle sensors could still provide locations, and Rhys saw rounds chew through a wall, and a red dot disappeared. He realized it was Kiania. "Good shooting; keep taking them out."

"Who's firing," the team commander shouted as another series of rounds chewed through a wall.

"Just some support," Rhys yelled back. "Go ahead, we'll cover you."

As the incoming fire lessened, the team moved quickly toward the house and surrounding buildings. Kiania continued to kill anyone who showed their head.

Kiania was surprised at how practical the training had been. Her symbiont was still immature, but this felt like she was on the range with Rhys telling her what to do. Time seemed to slow down, and with every shot she fired, someone died. She saw a red dot move, and the weapon followed it, firing as soon as the head peeked around the window. Two rounds through the left eye and the head exploded. She thought it strange that she wasn't upset, terrified even. Instead, she felt sexy, aroused. Rhys will be pleased, she thought with a smile.

A red dot was near a window but behind a wall. Aiming, she let loose a 10 round burst. It was overkill as the wall the target had been hiding behind now had a large hole in it. The stone and wood were no match for the firepower she was using. On automatic, the rounds just chewed through the rock before the target could move.

Amancia could feel Rhys in her mind; it was soothing and exciting at the same time. When the firing started, she had slipped into a hyper-aware state. Everything slowed down, and she had time to absorb all the information available to her. Prey, she thought, just like before. Her movements changed as she now slithered and stalked through the sand.

As she fired at another target, it made her hot. Hunting the prey was so sensual. She loved this feeling.

Together they had taken out anyone brave enough trying to fire at them. Kiania advanced, with Rhys staying behind but providing fire cover, rifle at her shoulder.

The team had reached the door, and Amancia watched as they blew it and went through with a rush. She studied how they moved, covering and advancing, filing it away for further study.

"RHYS," she heard as Sandy shouted over the tac grid, and the area around her suddenly filled with red dots. Amancia spun around just in time to see something rising from the ground. She froze for half a second as her brain sorted out what she was seeing.

An insect-like shape rose from the sand; it was about the size of a man, the body a nightmare imitation of a locust, and a praying mantis. Multi Jointed legs moved with surprising grace and long pointed forearms that looked like two-foot-long blades. A pointed snout turned towards her as surprise and fear momentarily froze her.

"Om drone, Trangrod," Bob said as capabilities flashed through their minds. Armored middle section with the legs attached. Movable heads with weapon and two forearm blades. Maximum speed 20 kilometers.

The snout was a weapon of some kind, and there were three eyes: one large middle eye and a smaller one on each side of the head. The insect-like machine moved with the grace of a stalking predator with purpose and intelligence, the big eye focusing on her.

She saw target designation from Rhys just before the insect shuddered as projectiles from Rhys' gun impacted its body and tore it apart. Springing backward, she threw her body on the ground and began firing.

"Shoot and move, use grenades," she heard Rhys say, and her training took over.

Amancia locked onto the closest insectoid and fired, hitting it in the central part of the body. Her fire knocked it to the side, but the insect looking drone quickly spun and re-acquired her. Swearing and laughing at the absurdity of fighting a man-sized insect, she dodged to the left. Aiming higher for the eyes, she pulled the trigger, and pieces exploded. One down, lots to go.

As she shifted her fire to the next one, another three had turned and were now firing. Her armor rang from multiple hits knocking her down. The rounds didn't penetrate, but they hurt. She doubted her armor could withstand many of those hits. Miffed, she threw herself back behind a small pile of rocks and sand but then screamed as pain tore through her arm. Her Bob blocked the nerves, and she was moving and firing again. "Shit, I'm hit, Rhys," she said as her arm went numb for a second, and she jerked it back.