Alien Mine Ch. 10

"Is happening," Kiania said with a soft smile. "Your sex drive is stronger than it has ever been, right?"

"Yes," Leslie admitted shamefully, "but I just thought it was due to being involved with Rhys."

"It is due to Rhys, no doubt, but it's not just because of a new relationship. The need for sex will continue to grow with your symbiont; Sandy wanted you to know what to expect. Don't try and fight it," she warned. "Your body will begin to crave it; better to put yourself on a schedule when you are not here with us."

"Schedule?"

"Yes, I recommend first thing in the morning, during lunch if you can't wait until you get home. If you can wait, or not, immediately after you get home to take the edge off. Then at least once more before you go to bed."

"Three or four times a day?" Leslie said, feeling overwhelmed at the way too much information.

Kiania laughed kindly. "Yeah, but I am up to at least six, but then I have help available, and the others are just as bad. Don't worry, you will adjust, and besides," she added with a giggle, "it's fun."

Leslie was quiet for a moment, trying to absorb it all. "What was the training you were doing," she asked Kiania, desperate to change the conversation.

A combination of martial arts, fencing moves, and some specific training Bob has helped me devise. In my previous life, I knew how to kill, mainly with a knife. Now I am learning to become a warrior, to use the body and skills that come with the symbiont. Rhys needs someone to fight alongside him and to lead others in battle. I am getting a crash course in warriorism," she said with a laugh." Strategy, tactics, self-defense, and lots of offense. As we grow in numbers, I will lead and direct the ground combat.

"That's a lot to learn," Leslie said, wondering how a woman who had been a whore all her life could become a trained warrior and lead others in combat.

"Yes, but you have only touched the edge of what power a symbiont gives to you. The new body will be stronger than you can imagine, with greatly increased strength, endurance, and speed. But those are only the physical things. The real changes are up here," Kiania said, tapping her head. "Information and knowledge just flows into you.

Those exercises I was doing; I can watch myself in three dimensions by accessing the cameras in the room. I can run combat simulations in my brain with the AI refighting all the battles in history, from individual fights to all the battles from the Greeks and the Persians to modern-day warfare. I play against the AI, never winning, but I learn. I have not actually commanded troops in battle. Still, I know I could, and being linked with Bob and the AI gives me so many advantages," she said with firm confidence.

"I am already very deadly. With my strength, I could crush a man's skull with little problem; with a gun and my built-in arms computer, I alone am deadlier than any of your special operations teams, and I never miss. I will introduce you to our training range and combat simulator tomorrow. We need to refresh your hand-to-hand combat skills, and you need to learn how to fight the Trangrod. You and I will be spending a lot of time together on the rifle range."

"Will I be like that," Leslie asked, not sure what to make of it all.

"Of course," Kiania said, her hand reaching out to caress Leslies' face again, brushing against her cheek. "You are one of us now, and as your symbiont matures, these things will open up to you. I know you are scared, but it is so wonderful, the things we share with each other. I had no choice like you; Rhys rescued me that night you chased us in Maryland and then decided the Om would find me if he let me go. I thank God every day for that, for the life I now have, for the love of those around me. You will too," she said, "just give it time."

"Guess I should go change," Kiania said with a laugh looking down at herself, "I'm still naked and need a shower."

"I noticed the dress code around here is pretty relaxed," Leslie said shyly, not at all bothered that Kiania was standing there in her birthday suit.

"Yes, but Rhys has insisted we wear clothes more often with you and Thea around. Especially Amancia. That girl loves her high heels and stockings, but that is all she seems to want to wear.

***

The next few days were filled with training, training, and training. She had not done anything like this since being a new CIA agent, but at least she was better off than Thea. Leslie was familiar with weapons, how to use them, but Thea had no formal training. Leslie could detect changes to her body; reactions were quicker, she moved with a fluidity that was more common in teenagers than mature women. Muscle memory returned faster than it should, given her long stent in HQ. Kiania and Rhys proved relentless in their training, but she responded better than she had any right to expect.

The second day they introduced her to the new body armor. Thea and Kiania had been able to fashion it using Drans materials; flexible, strong, but still lightweight. The current version was several times more effective than anything available on the market. It protected them from modern weapons, even from the projectiles the Trangrods had been using.

"Don't think you're invulnerable; the Om will have noticed their weapons did not penetrate. I am sure they have upgraded," Rhys said.

"Have you seen any evidence of really advanced weapons?" Thea asked.

"No, except that first night at my house; otherwise, they have used humans against us. The Trangrods were new, of course, but their weapons were not much different."

Why is that," Leslie asked; "if they had used something like the weapon that destroyed your house when we went after Nazir, they would have been able to kill everyone. Have they deliberately not used them, or don't they have them for some reason?"

"I'm not sure," Rhys replied. "I think until now, they have tried not to show their presence. It may indicate they are weaker than we may have thought or not strong enough to fight a sustained battle. We think they were surprised and cut off here on Earth. Now that we have destroyed two of their ships, their strategy may change."

"Why?" asked Leslie. "Wouldn't they more likely just hide and wait until their ships arrive?"

"I don't think so; the Om have been very aggressive about hunting us down. My gut feeling is that they will become even more aggressive; we need you to watch for that. Monitor any activity that might give us a clue. We do not know where they are, if they have a base, or their technological capabilities. For instance, did they construct the Trangrods here on Earth, or did they bring them in their ships."

'I think here on Earth," Amancia said. "They surprised us, but they were not that advanced. Fast, scary as hell, but the technology was not overwhelming. They did not use advanced weapons, just a very efficient rifle mounted in their snout."

"I haven't had time to look at it yet, but I will today," Thea said. "It should be interesting to see if there is highly advanced tech, or is it all just modified weapons, sort of like what we are using."

"When are you going to make us some iron man armor," Kiania asked with a broad smile, "I can't wait to fly around like that."

Thea joined everyone in a laugh but then got a thoughtful look on her face. The miniaturized power sources would certainly be strong enough, but engineering the armor to work in response to human movement will be a problem. I will put it on my list, which is enormous, by the way," she said, looking at Rhys.

"I know, Kiania, and I will help prioritize them. We are working on getting you some help, but it will take time. Ok ladies, enough discussion for the moment, get your armor on, time for some training."

The training was basic for Leslie and Thea. They were exhausted at the end, but the others didn't seem the least bit tired. Leslie had watched them as they went through basic maneuvers, and they made her feel clumsy and awkward. She ran, but they glided effortlessly, even over obstacles. She watched amazed as Amancia seemed to slither through some trees before leaping at least ten meters, skimming over a large pile of rocks to land smoothly on the other side before disappearing into a ravine.

"Don't worry, you will be doing that in a couple of months," Kiania told them with a smile. "Soon your body will change, and you will be able to link with us as well."

"What's it like?" Thea asked, anxious for the changes to begin.

Kiania got a thoughtful look on her face. "It's hard to describe, but I just think of who I want to talk to, and Bob transmits it to their minds. Communication is instant, and we are constantly exchanging thoughts with each other, especially during combat. The combat area is mapped, terrain, obstacles, positions of each other, and any hostiles. We all input information into it, but it grabs any sensor data, even from the drones, and projects it."

"No wonder you all move so effortlessly together," Leslie said, wishing she had their stamina.

"You will be the next one; you are further along than Thea. You will need to be careful when you go back; it won't do to crush someone's fingers when you shake hands with them," Kiania said with a smile before jumping off.

Thea smiled ruefully at Leslie. "I don't know about you, but I am exhausted. Do we dare just sit down and go on strike," she asked with a sly grin.

Leslie hated to give up, but Thea was right; she had been in the office too long and was not as young anymore. "I think that's a good idea she said, sitting down; it's not like he can fire us."

"Maybe we will get a spanking," Thea laughed.

From the tone of her voice, Thea seemed to think it was a good idea. Leslie thought so too.

The training was finally over; Leslie hadn't been this physically tired in a long time. She pulled off her helmet with relief as Rhys strode into the room, his helmet already off. She heard Thea catch her breath at the sight. Rhys had stubble on his face, and it highlighted a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and full lips. Armor clung to his broad shoulders and clearly outlined the flat planes of his chest, narrowing at the waist, hinting at the defined abs she knew were underneath. She loved the look, he'd looked dangerous before, but now he looked deadly. The kind of man who would shoot first and wouldn't bother with questions

He walked up to Thea, touched her jaw, tilting her face up to his. "Are you okay he asked, looking at her face and the fatigue lines?"

"Yes," she said with a nervous laugh; looking up, she could see the flecks of black and gold in his brown eyes and the dark stubble shadowing his jaw. Thea just stared into those eyes, unable to tear herself away. She lifted a hand to his chest, feeling the armor under her hand. "May I kiss you?"

"You never have to ask," he said as his lips slanted across hers and scrambled her brain. Heat flowed from her center as his tongue traced her lips, and she moaned into his mouth. He pulled her up against him; his tongue slid into her mouth, sending a burst of lust through her. Thea's hands wanted to touch him all over but were thwarted by the armor.

She moaned as Rhys pulled away. "Later, he said, let me get out of this armor and a shower.

Thea nodded silently, wondering how quickly she could get him out of it.

Leslie had been watching, her emotions a mixture of jealousy and lust. Rhys turned to her and lifted his head as if sniffing the air. His eyes and that arrogant smile let her know he knew exactly what she was thinking or feeling. She caught her breath as he stalked toward her. Rhys came closer until their chests touched, and she had to tilt her head back to meet his dark eyes. The wall was behind her; she had nowhere to retreat to.

"There's no reason to be jealous," he said, the smile never leaving his face.

Leslie clenched her fists at her side and wanted to scream in frustration. I will not grab my knife and stab him, she told herself as the anger and jealousy boiled through her. Briefly, she imagined taking her knife and stabbing him somewhere below the belt, the son-of-a-bitch deserved it, and she would enjoy seeing that smile whipped off his face. Then his lips were on hers, warm, firm, and demanding. The hot slide of his tongue against hers muddled her thoughts, and her hands came up behind his head, pulling him down as lust spiraled upward. He pulled her tighter against him, and she could feel his hot lust slam into her mind, and her sanity deserted her.

"Very sexy," Rhys said in a low voice as a thigh slid between hers and pressed her back against the wall. She could feel it pressing against her even through the armor. The burning desire that Leslie had been trying to ignore came roaring back, thrusting aside her anger. Right now, she didn't care about anything else; she wanted nothing more than to bury her hand in his hair, lick into his mouth, and get out of the fucking armor so she could feel his body against hers.

Leslie gave herself over to the delicious friction of the hard muscles of his leg, pushing herself harder up against it, her pelvis seeming to move of its own accord. Rhys' lips trailed burning kisses across her cheek and down to her throat. Leslie rocked harder against him as his hands began reaching for the clasps on her armor. It wasn't sexy, but she held still as her armor was removed, Thea helping get the bottoms off.

Rhys' hand grasped her undershirt and casually ripped it off, baring her front. He captured a breast, and Leslie hissed as a finger found a nipple and rolled it between his finger and thumb. Leslie's nails raked across his chest, her fingers tracing the hard muscle that had been on display. Oh! She gasped as Rhys' fingers soon found her pussy lips and lightly rubbed her clitoris. Someone was helping Rhys out of the rest of his armor, and she felt his hands move to her buttock, lifting her off her feet.

Desperate to feel him against her, she spread her legs, pressing herself against something very hard, then she was lifted high, and she could feel other hands positioning Rhys at her center. Her world exploded as she was dropped down, and Rhys' cock was suddenly filling her, stretching her to the limit. . She wailed at the sudden penetration as building desire became a runaway train.

A climax hit her hard, and Rhys' name became a chant. "Good girl," she heard as Rhys began to describe what he was going to do with her body. She wiggled her hips, desperately squeezing him, feeling herself start to climb toward another orgasm. Rhys' crude words excited her, and when he told her she was becoming such a good obedient slut, her world shattered, and she felt Rhys empty himself in her. Momentarily exhausted, Leslie clung to him, then the surge of energy washed over her leaving her feeling refreshed.

Rhys lowered her to her feet, his cock slipping out still rock hard. Leslie felt so empty. She was in a daze but heard Rhys growl, "Your turn," and another naked girl launched herself into his arms.

Thea, she realized, as heat flashed to her face. Guess I am a slut, she thought ruefully; I wanted Rhys so bad I even forgot she was in the room. Leslie watched them fuck each other, Rhys taking Thea roughly against the wall just like he had her. She admired the muscles running down his back, his strong arms moving Thea up and down on his cock. Leslie had never been a voyeur but couldn't tear her eyes away as Rhys slammed into Thea over and over, his course language matched by Thea's own. She could feel her own heat rising again as her fingers touched the spot between her legs, cum from Rhys dripping down. Leslie brought her hand to her mouth without thinking, licking her fingers, trying to get it all. Then she felt other hands spinning her around and pulling her into a kiss.

"We can't leave you two alone with him for a minute," Sandy said, pulling back, the eyes filled with amusement.

She started to answer, but she felt Rhys cum, and that bolt of energy hit her and Sandy. Sandy shouted out in surprise, sharing the orgasm and holding on to Leslie.

***

Leslie sighed as she shut down her screen, having finished her last meeting for the morning. After what she had been through the past week, her daily work seemed so inconsequential, her colleagues dull, and national security issues trivial. The reality was different now; the squabbles between nations and even terrorist groups paled compared to what lay before humanity. If they only knew, most of this would just go away; but they don't know, and it will have to stay that way for a while. Looking around her office, she sighed again. She had worked all her life for this, was proud of it and what the office represented. There was a large standup desk, shelves stacked with reports, a nice chair to work from when she was tired of standing. It was all a status symbol, as much in DC. The Office clearly saying she had made it, but now she found no pleasure in it; in fact, she no longer wanted to be here.

Resigned, she plodded through her email, making a note of a request to meet with a contact in two days. It wasn't an intelligence source in the usual sense of the word; it was political, just as important—a senate staffer who kept her informed on matters about her agency. After bailing him out of some trouble, he had managed to get in trouble with a female foreign agent, and he owed her.

She looked over the current intelligence reports, barely giving them a glance. She now had better intelligence at her fingertips than anyone in the US government or any other government. She smiled to herself, thinking what her colleagues would say. The problem was the information available to her now was overwhelming. But it didn't help with the more significant issue, where were the Om.

To date, there had been no indication of a base, nothing in the routine intelligence they had available. The information provided by the AI was another problem; she needed an army of analysts to sort through it all. As brilliant as the AI was, it was not human. Rhys assured her it was getting better; the AI was changing the more it interacted with them, but it still needed human direction. She looked longingly at the small device sitting on her desk. A holo-projector Thea had given her that allowed her to use the AI. It looked like a mobile phone; in fact it was her personal phone before Thea had added to it.

That was not all they had given her. She now carried a pistol and a knife that none of the scanning devices could pick up. The gun would be good against a Trangrod inside ten meters, Thea had assured her, and the knife was Drans smart metal, would cut through steel. Her new wardrobe had an inner layer of the same material that resisted ballistic impact. Bulletproof and impact-resistant, the material reacted to gunfire by hardening and distributing the kinetic energy. Finally, she wore a bracelet with a 'come and save me' button. That was actually what Sandy had called it when she gave it to her.

Leaving and coming back to Washington was hard, much harder than she had ever dreamed. Something had changed... well, lots had changed. She had gone half expecting to come back and go directly to the director with her information. Instead, it seemed she had been recruited. Though not wholly on board, she no longer had the same troubling suspicions. Seeing the magnitude of the threat up close and dangerous had its impact, but it was more than that. She had been seduced in more ways than one. She couldn't help smiling at that thought.

Somewhere she had begun to trust them, Rhys of course, but the other girls as well. Watching their dedication, their willingness to put their lives on the line without a second thought had eaten away at her suspicions: that and the shared intimacy. A flash of heat went through her thinking about that intimacy. Physical certainly, she thought ruefully, but there was something else there as well.