Alien Mine Ch. 11

Raul stared back at the man. He was large, but it was all muscle. Military came to mind, the way the man held himself. The women were like nothing he had ever seen, and something about them scared him, he admitted to himself, and that made him angry. Who the Fuck did they think they were coming into his place like this and killing his friend. Caution his gut told him, some more of his muscle would be arriving soon. Sweat broke out on his forehead, but he didn't wipe it off, fuck them if he was going to let them know he was worried.

'Of course, since you asked so nicely," he said with surprising calm glancing at the dead body on the floor. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything," the redhead said in a voice as cold as a winter's storm. Who contacted you, what did they pay you, and when will they be in contact again."

"Think carefully before you answer," the man said. We know everything about you, your drug distribution network with the Sinaloa Cartel, who they are, everything." The woman tossed him some papers. "It's all there," she said, in that cold chilling voice, "written in your own handwriting; notice it is a statement to the DEA. Also, notice your confession to the various killings, well, some of them anyway. So you are going to tell us everything we want to know, or we will give your buddies south of the border a copy of this. They won't be happy, of course, and they would make an example of you."

"Not only you but your family, wife, two daughters and a son, even your mistress. So think carefully before you answer," the man said coldly.

Raul blanched as videos of his wife and kids were displayed on Dominic's computer monitor. Fuck, where did they get this? It looked like a video from his house, his daughter's dorm room at college. He thought about his gun, but a glance at the blonde with the large rifle made him dismiss that idea at once.

The redhead started to move toward him when he didn't answer right away but stopped at a nod from the man. Instead, he walked up to him, reached down, and took the pistol from his inside holster.

"Nice weapon," he said, looking it over, "Glock, 40, bigger bullet, more stopping power, but not worth anything against your new friends... or us."

Raul watched unbelievingly as the man crushed the weapon in his hand, barrel and all, then dropped it in his lap. The redhead walked over and took up a position behind him. A hand covered his mouth and did not move no matter how he struggled. Then the man reached down and took Raul's hand as if to shake it.

Raul screamed in anguish as all of the bones in his hand were crushed. He struggled to break free, but they held him there like a child. When they released him, he fell to the ground, curling up into a ball on the floor, crying in pain.

The pain was awful, but he made himself sit up. His hand was useless; the bones all felt broken, and the pain was severe whenever he tried to move it. The redheaded woman with the cold eyes knelt down in front of him. "Do you have something to tell us, or do we need to move on to other parts of your body?"

He couldn't tell them fast enough. "All I know is a man came to me two weeks ago, wanted men in return for a substantial payment," he said through the pain. "It was enough money that I wasn't asking too many questions."

"Any idea who he was?" Rhys asked.

No, just some Asian guy called himself Juan of all things; I had never seen him before.

"What kind of Asian?" the woman with the red hair asked.

"I don't know, just Asian."

"Was he Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese, Indian?", Sandy said, naming a few.

"How the fuck do I know, just some fucking Asian guy with a lot of cash in a suitcase."

Sandy reached out and took his damaged hand in hers. "I need you to think carefully," she said, tightening her grip just enough. "I am sure there is more you can tell us," she added, the threat evident in her voice.

***

"He didn't know much," Rhys said as they left through the roof and back into the shuttle. "There was no indication of the Om there or at least nothing we could detect."

"No, but perhaps we will get something when the drug delivery is made, if it is made," Sandy said ominously. "We have the area covered; we should see something if he ever comes back."

"Yes, but they may just eliminate him," Rhys said.

Remembering what they did to Leslie, Thea thought they should have killed him slowly.

Leslie got into the rider's side of the car. Kiania immediately leaned in from the driver's seat and gave her a smoldering kiss that made her lose her train of thought and instead started thinking some very naughty ones. Then a kiss from Amancia, equally hot, and they were off for home. Homelife had changed, though. Leslie may be in charge at work, but the first night back, Kiania had made sure she understood that she was not in command at home, not even her own home. Leslie knew tonight would not be any different, but now it excited her.

As soon as they closed the door, Kiania had taken Leslie in her arms, pulling her into a kiss. Their bodies pressed close together, then even tighter as Amancia hugged her from behind, both the women still in body armor. She moaned and opened her lips, letting a demanding tongue enter her mouth, surprised and a little embarrassed at the sudden surge of lust. Kiania tasted like chocolate and cherries, and Leslie let her tongue play with the one pushing forcefully between her lips. The kiss was aggressive, Kiania's hand coming around to grip the back of her neck, pulling her close. Leslie resisted for a second but then gave in willingly to the much younger woman.

She could feel the body pressed against her back, fingers playing softly over her breasts. Leslie's nipples were stiff peaks under the fingers, and she felt a flick of a tongue along the back of her neck, kisses trailing down to her shoulder, then a sharp bite as teeth bit into her. Both women pulled away suddenly.

"Take off your clothes," Kiania ordered.

Kiania smiled at Amancia as Leslie struggled in her haste to get them off. She could have helped, ripped them off if she had wanted -- but it's an awkward moment for a woman undressing like that, a woman feels vulnerable, and Kiania wanted Leslie to feel vulnerable and obedient.

Kiania removed her armor, but not her clothes, watching as Leslie fumbled, getting her bodysuit off. Leslie finally shrugged the sleeves off her shoulders and peeled the bodysuit off to lie pooled around her ankles, and stood there naked, looking a little unsure of herself. Kiania was enjoying the moment, dominating Leslie like this. She was not a natural Dom like Rhys and Sandy, but something about controlling Leslie turned her on. I wonder if Rhys feels this way about me, she thought to herself.

She stepped close, lifted Leslie's hair, and kissed the side of her neck, and whispered, "Sexy, very sexy, I am going to enjoy this very much. Then Kiania ran her fingers behind each ear, down her neck, caressing lightly. The hands didn't stop until they reached Leslie's nipples. Kiania's lips followed, a flick of her tongue, a lick, and then a bite of each nipple, as if sampling some delicious fruit.

Leslie moaned as Kiania lips forced her arousal higher. The situation, being naked in front of two other women who still wore their clothes, just standing there as if waiting for orders, made her so wet. She kept her hands at her side as Kiania licked and then pinched, slowly torturing her sensitive nipples. Leslie felt a downward pull, and she obediently dropped to her knees and began to unbuckle the pants in front of her.

"No!" came a sharp command, unzip them and take out what's inside. Leslie realized Kiania was wearing men's pants and reached for the zipper. She pulled it down, and her fingers found something hard. Struggling for a second, she pulled it out, staring at it in surprise.

"It's a copy of Rhys' cock" Kiania said, smiling at the surprise on Leslie's face. "Suck it, suck it just like you do for Rhys. Show us what a good girl you are."

Leslie didn't hesitate, taking the length of it into her mouth; she began sucking on it as if it was Rhys. Kiania looked down at her, watching Leslie suck and lick on the fake cock. Then, taking Leslie's head in her hands, she pulled her all the way onto the dildo until her lips were at the base. With a sexy grin on her face, she winked at Amancia, who was holding a butt plug in her hand. Kiania pulled Leslie off the fake cock, then kneeled and began kissing her. Such a good horny girl, Rhys would be so proud of you.

Leslie was in a daze; the pheromones, her own neediness was driving her crazy. For a moment, she had forgotten the cock was fake, and in her mind, it really was Rhys.

"That's a good girl," she heard as something prodded between her bottom cheeks. Leslie groaned as the butt plug was pushed inside her, her anus clenching it tightly. Fingers lightly rubbed around her anus, then her lips before flicking her clit, but quickly drawing away before Leslie could cum.

"Good girl," Kiania said again before sliding her fingers back over Leslie's clit, causing her to gasp again. She brought the fingers to Leslie's mouth and ran them over her lips and mouth. Obediently she began to suck them, running her tongue between them. "So good," Kiania said and began to play between her legs again.

Amancia was standing just behind Leslie, cane in hand. "Now," Kiania told her. She brought it down with a whistle and a thwack on Leslie's bottom, not hard, just enough to sting and leave a red mark across her buttocks. AHGGH, Leslie shouted as flinched as she felt it hit her, jolting her momentarily from enjoying the fingers in her. Kiania enjoyed watching Leslie wiggle. "Again, but harder when she starts to cum," she told Amancia. This time Kiania's fingers didn't stop as Leslie started to pant loudly. "Oh God, Oh God she screamed as another swish of the cane sent pain coursing through her. She was almost there. "Oh God, Yes," she screamed as her orgasm swept over her at the same time Amancia brought the cane down harder than before. The pain and pleasure whipsawed back and forth as the two women played with her body.

Amancia was mercilessly wielding the cane with just enough strength. She watched Leslie scream and cum with a mixture of arousal and excitement. She had often been where Leslie was now, and she envied her submission. At Kianai's nod, she stopped and leaned down to tell Leslie how much she loved her and how she wanted to trade places later tonight.

Kiania continued stroking Leslie's clit, never letting the arousal go away despite her orgasm. She toyed with her breasts, her clit, pushing her fingers inside her or playing with the butt plug, always with the goal of bringing her to the edge before backing off.

Leslie felt another orgasm building despite Amancia standing behind her with a cane in her hand. "OMG, Kiania, Please, I can't take much more of this," Leslie almost cried.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked.

OMG, No, not now. I need to finish; please let me cum, " she moaned, looking up imploringly.

Kiania was surprised to feel a thrill go through her seeing Leslie like this. Leslie was truly deep in subspace, just like Amancia would be. Leslie would eagerly do anything she was ordered to right now, and watching Leslie beg, she understood something of why people become doms. But what she intended for Leslie would have her screaming in pleasure.

"I think she likes it," Amancia said, the excitement evident in her voice.

Well, Leslie likes playing submissive in bed, and this is another way to impose control on her. And she is gushing, so yeah, this whole thing gets her off. It's something I'm sure you can understand."

"Oh, I do," Amancia replied, "I can't wait to get back to Rhys," she said wistfully.

Kiania took her hands away from Leslie's cunt, making her whimper in need. She stood and backed up a few steps. "Crawl to me," she ordered in her best dom voice.

Kiania watched as Leslie crawled to her feet. It was time to move on to the main event, and besides, Kiania was pretty worked up as well. She reached down and easily lifted Leslie up, turned, and held her up against the wall. "This is just how Rhys fucked you and Thea; now I am going to fuck you," she said, nudging Leslie's thighs apart. She heard Leslie groan as the imitation cock came in contact with her cunt. "Tell me how much you want to get fucked with Rhys' cock" she said with a wicked voice and a wink at Amancia, who was standing there watching.

"Fuck me, please," she whimpered; I want it," Leslie moaned while moving her hips, trying to get the cock in her. Then she moaned louder as she felt it slowly thrust inside her, opening her up, filling her as only Rhys could. The feeling was so exquisite, the big cock taking possession of her. She screamed "Yes," and wrapped her legs around Kiania while pushing down with her pelvis, trying to get more in her.

Kiania was almost as aroused as Leslie. She began thrusting her hips and moving Leslie up and down on the strapon. Kiania took her slow and deep, feeling the fake cock hit bottom with each thrust. The base of it rested against her pelvis, but another part extended down so that it rubbed her clitoris as well. She was surprised to feel her own orgasm approaching; that had never happened with a strap-on. They were fun toys, but they didn't really get her off, more of a can't-quite-get-there feeling. But this time, it was different; she was going to cum explosively. Perhaps it was the thrill of seeing Leslie so deep into subspace, of being in control, or maybe it was because Rhys (and Sandy) were watching through the cameras.

"Rhys and Sandy are watching," she told Leslie, her voice slow and deep with pleasure; they can hear you begging to cum on his cock.

"Oh, Fuck me, Rhys," She screamed and convulsed in Kiania's arms as a giant wave of pleasure flowed over her again and again until she was limp, held up by the cock and Kiania's arms.

Kiania joined her, feeling a rush of excitement as Leslie came, and she heard Rhys' voice in her head telling her she was "such a good girl." She shuddered and rocked her hips slowly to milk the feeling for all it was worth. It had been fierce and selfish sex, but Kiania had cum, and besides, she had earned it.

But Kiania was not done yet; she lifted Sandy off the dildo and set her on her knees. Taking off the strap-on, Kiania pulled Leslie's face to her cunt. "Lick me, you little submissive slut," she said in a low voice thick with arousal. She guided Leslie's head with both hands, setting the pace. Leslie was no longer inexperienced, and Kiania felt her tongue just where she wanted it, licking and sucking on her swollen clitoris. Kiania moaned as fingers entered her, the feeling better than she expected. It didn't take her long before another climax overtook her.

Pulling Leslie up and into a deep kiss, Kiania looked into Leslie's eyes. "That was exciting; we will definitely be doing that again." Feeling sated for the moment, she took off the rest of her clothes and took Leslie's hand, leading her into the shower. "Let's get you cleaned up, time for dinner, and then it will be Amancia's turn.

Later that night, she played the dom with Amancia, and Leslie agreed; it was exciting. Not as good as when she was on the receiving end, but still fun.

Early the following morning, the phone rang, waking Leslie from a deep sleep. She untangled herself from Amancia, grabbed the phone, and knew without looking it was trouble.

"Hello, what's happened," she said in the way of greeting. Leslie listened for a few minutes, saying little. "Ok, I am on my way in," she said, disconnecting the call. "God Damn it," she said as she hung up; three of her men were missing in Nigeria, kidnapped or killed; no one was sure which. They worked with the local defense forces to break up the guerilla bands, kidnapping the girls. Fuck! She had no other resources in place; it would take time to get assets from Europe or the US. She made another phone call and looked at Amancia as she gave instructions to her deputy. Amancia was awake and alert, listening to the conversation. Leslie was sure Amancia could hear both sides of the discussion with her vastly greater hearing ability. Kiania was there also, fully armored, moving into the room.

She had just finished when the phone rang again almost immediately. The Director, Leslie realized, looking at the phone, he would want options, but he wouldn't like any of them, she thought, running scenarios through her mind. She started talking to him, but another part of her brain called Rhys. "I need a favor," she said as soon as he responded, surprised that she could carry on two different conversations at the same time.

"What's the problem?" he said with concern in his voice.

"It's Nigeria, fucking bad guys have quit kidnapping little girls and have grabbed three of my guys, Green Berets. They will cut their heads off if the Nigerian government doesn't release about 300 prisoners they are holding. Unfortunately, the Nigerians will probably not do anything, and we do not have enough assets in the area. Worse, we do not know exactly where they are being held; any chance you can help us out?"

"What kind of intel do you have," he asked calmly.

"Unfortunately, just a general location, it's all jungle in that area, so aerial and satellite surveillance is of limited value."

"We have the shuttle's sensors and drones," Sandy said.

"Bob, can you grab all the surveillance data, take a look at it and see if we can narrow down the area. Also, look for radio intercepts; they must have some way of communicating."

"I will need the girls," he told Leslie. That means you have to come with us or go and stay inside headquarters until we get back.

Leslie thought for a few seconds. It would take some explaining, but she didn't want to stay alone even in HQ. If the Om wanted her bad enough, it could probably get her even inside the building. "I'll come," she said, "but I need to put other plans into place; I can't just disappear."

"Tell your boss you think there are outside assets in the area, and you are going to get in touch with them. Then, we can re-route all your comms to the shuttle; they don't have to know where you are."

It would look suspicious, but if they delivered the hostages, that would be enough. "Ok, give me two hours to organize everything here."

"I may have a plan; give me an hour, and I will get back to you,'' she told her boss."

Rhys, Sandy, and Thea were waiting for them in West Virginia in a field the Miranda Group had bought just for this purpose. Out in the middle of nowhere, an abandoned barn, an old farmhouse, and a new warehouse under construction. It had been Amancia's idea, a secure place to make transfers and a warehouse to store weapons, materials, and a fabricator. Here they could manufacture the materials they would need for the new office and living quarters she was planning.

Leslie saw Rhys and practically ran to him, needing his arms around her. "Don't worry, we will get your guys back if they are still alive," he said firmly.

"I know; I just needed a hug," she said quietly. A hug, what has happened to you girl, where did the hard-as-nails woman disappear to, she thought to herself.

Sandy pulled her into a hug and then a kiss. "I have missed you also," she said before passing her on to Thea.

Amancia and Kiania each demanded a hug from Rhys. 'I don't like being away from you," Amancia said quietly into his ear.

"Me either, '' Rhys said, surprised at how much he meant it. He had missed her, touching her. It was something about their bond, no doubt. It was different from the others, and Amancia was usually by his side or at least in the same room. He would have to talk to Bob about it later.