Alien Mine Ch. 16

"I told you I would not tolerate any more abuse of Nelya; we have plans for her. I also told you that your nice new piercing could be pleasurable (it began to vibrate against her clit), and it could be used for pain, something you have been enjoying at Nelya's expense." Suddenly Yaneta felt pain shoot through her groin and into the rest of her body. The pain was nothing like she had felt before, the fire seemed to flow along all her nerves, and she screamed in agony so intense that her arms and legs flailed, and she fell to the floor, screaming and losing control of her bladder. Then the pain was gone as quickly as it came.

Yaneta found herself lying on the floor sobbing, feeling the urine that had run down her legs and pooled on the floor. The pain was gone, but its memory was still there, and it terrified her.

"Get up!" Leslie said in that same emotionless voice. Yaneta pulled herself up, her legs weak. "Don't let it happen again, or I will increase the pain. Remember, we see and know everything you do, and I will not tolerate any more abuse of Nelya. In two days, Dmitri will be in Moscow all day as usual. You will go to this address, we will be waiting for you. Rhys needs to fuck more symbiont into you; as I told you, it is already growing; there is nothing you can do to stop it," she said coldly, knowing it only added to Yaneta's terror. "Fortunately for you, Rhys will make you enjoy it, and I will make sure he uses your ass; watching you with Nikita, I can tell you need more training."

Leslie turned abruptly and walked out, leaving Yaneta alone. Yaneta looked at herself in the mirror, still feeling the terror that woman had caused her. The pain had been short but terrible, worse than anything she had ever felt. The face in the mirror did not look anything like the sophisticated wife of one of the most powerful men in Russia; it looked like a terrified woman on the street, her eyes red and runny. She began to sob, thinking about what Leslie had told her. She did not want something alien growing in her and shook with revulsion at the thought, tears running down her cheeks, but there was nothing she could do now. The idea of seeing them again just added to her terror. The worst was she knew she would obey and that she would enjoy the sex whether she wanted to or not. Pulling herself together, Yaneta began to fix her makeup before Dmitri saw her. She had to get Nelya moved back into her father's house, where she could protect her.

Yaneta could feel the ring placed just above her clit as she moved. The woman had not lied; it was beginning to fuse with her flesh. They had told her it would grow inside her where the nerves from her clitoris traveled back to her spine and would never come out. Seemingly out of spite, it periodically vibrated, sending warm tingles through her. Yaneta could feel the ring vibrating against her clit, but she did not feel aroused, only fearful.

"That was amazing," Kiania said; I'm surprised she didn't wet herself while she was kneeling."

"I was good,: Leslie agreed, "but it is more complicated now. Before, it was not an act, but now, well, I had to work at it."

"You are a much different person now," Amancia said with a smile.

"I am," agreed Leslie. I blame you for how nice I want to be now. I was a much better bitch before your symbiont colonized me and brought all these kindness feelings. Ugh, now I actually feel guilty for terrifying her like that," she said with a laugh. "When I ran the small black ops prison, we had a motto, a quote we posted in every cell.. 'Hope never to see heaven. I have come to lead you to the other shore, into eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.' It scared the hell out of most of the prisoners, not the actual martyrs but the others, ones that weren't so sure paradise was waiting. So I made sure they saw me as the embodiment of that. Now I could never pull it off; it's pathetic how soft you have made me."

Sandy smiled and let a strand of hair float over to Leslie. They were alone on the shuttle for this trip. She wanted to reward the new Leslie and smiled as she sent warm feelings through her.

"Good job," Rhys said; "I'm glad I was never your prisoner. You and Sandy, come find me when you get back so I can better express my appreciation; bring Amancia too, of course." They came to Rhys together; it was something they always shared now. Rhys wondered how the interlace between them would end up; it was something he worried about. They were spending more and more time as one mind, and now they were always linked during sex. Amancia said it was double the orgasms, so why not? But Rhys thought it was more than that; they each seemed to provide something the other needed. At least they were alive though, and for that he would be forever grateful.

***

Carl put down the phone and sighed in frustration. Life had gotten so much more complicated since his trip to see the alien ships with Rhys and Leslie. He knew it wasn't her fault, but still, he blamed Leslie for the mess she left him with. Besides covering up for her actions, now he was engaged in fraudulent activity that involved moving active-duty soldiers to essentially private use. On top of that, he was lying to everyone, subordinates, Directors of other intelligence agencies, and even the President. In addition, the foreign situation was beginning to cloud up and become a thunderstorm. He laughed to himself; it was so ironic that the Director of the CIA would be lying and engaged in a coverup. However, now there was an additional problem; he had just gotten off the phone with his counterpart in Israel. The Mossad were asking questions about Rhys, and no one wanted that. They were too polite to accuse the Director of withholding information that concerned Israeli security, but that's precisely what he was doing.

Carl didn't know why they had intervened in the hostage situation, but that could only have been Rhys, Leslie, Kiania, he guessed, and one other. Why they had intervened, he had no idea, but he could imagine just as his counterpart was doing. It had to be the Economic Minister, though Carl wasn't sure why Rhys cared enough to expose himself. Picking up the phone Rhys had given him, he pressed the call button; this should be a stimulating conversation, he thought.

After the conversation, Carl put down the phone carefully, his mind whirling at what Rhys had told him. Carl had guessed there was more to Rhys' plans than just defeating the Om here on Earth. When Rhys had told him Mika had been infected with a symbiont, Carl had seen the implications immediately. He knew Mika was ambitious and was being considered a Prime Minister candidate in the next elections, probably a year or less away. Rhys was going to have effective control of Israel; it stunned him, but why Israel? It was a small country, influential in the region, but nothing like the other major powers. What bothered Carl was the implications for the future; what plans did Rhys have for the US, Europe, or other countries. Were there even now women in the US government under his control? Upon reflection, it didn't seem likely, or he wouldn't have come to him.

Carl hated to be in this position; his gut reaction was to protect the US from Rhys, from being controlled by a being that was more than human. Carl went through the rest of the day on automatic, his mind preoccupied with what he had learned and, worse, what he guessed. Tonight Carl would talk it over with his wife, which would usually never happen. Any decision he made affected both of them, and he cursed Leslie again for involving Elizabeth. He understood why she needed to know, but it put her in too much danger, and he wasn't sure now how much he could trust Rhys.

***

The Governor of Idaho looked up as her aide George knocked quickly and then walked on into her office. "What's the excitement, George," Anita asked, seeing the look on his face.

George thought Anita was a good-looking woman, past forty, but still well put together and built to last. She had added pounds the last few years, but that was to be expected of someone who sat behind a desk now and never seemed to find the time to exercise anymore. Her face was cute but not beautiful, with lovely blue eyes, short dirty blond hair, and a smile that made you feel you were the most important person in the room.

"You know that new PR company backed by a corporation called Miranda group, they have called again and would like to set up a meeting this week. Anita, we should really think about this; they apparently have deep pockets and want to increase your national exposure. I think this is a good opportunity, and it's worth talking with them to gauge their capabilities and the commitment of possible financial backing."

Anita Blackwell sat back in her chair, thinking about George's words. She had been receiving more attention nationally for what they had done here in Idaho. They had built a bipartisan agenda that worked, and the two parties were actually on speaking terms, something rare in the current political environment. But Anita didn't have national ambitions or hadn't. Now she was being promoted as an example of good and reasonable government, and some had suggested that it could be repeated on a national scale. She didn't quite understand where the rumors were coming from, but major media had begun carrying articles about her. Anita was flattered but suspicious, wondering who was trying to manipulate the politics and perhaps undermine the current administration. These PR people had been persistent, and Miranda was invested in Idaho. It had been hard to pin down, but they had done their due diligence; everything looked above board, and the PR company they had acquired had offices internationally.

"What do you think is going on here, George? Why the sudden interest. This kind of thing makes me suspicious, and I have no interest in being used to further someone's private agenda. It's not like I am facing much pressure here; elections are two years away, the economy is booming compared to previous years, I am way up in the polls, and I can't see the need for an international PR firm. So what's the advantage in this for me."

"Anita, you are being deliberately naive, and you know it. People around the country are impressed with the job you are doing here, and God knows civility in politics is in short supply in this country, and you embody it right now. So you shouldn't act surprised that others have noticed. And yes, they may want to take advantage of that, but no one is going to control you with a bit of money, and good PR never hurts. Also, it's good for the state, Anita, and if you do change your mind about running for a national office, this will help.

Anita thought about it, weighing the points George had made. He was correct that the PR would be good for the state, and there had been a surprising amount of new investments in the economy recently. People were happy, and her approval ratings were high, at least for now, but was this something she wanted? Anita was ambitious, but she had never aspired to higher offices than the Governor, and what would her husband think? She should talk about this with him, but he was out of the country for a week, and it wasn't something she wanted to discuss over the phone. Sighing inwardly, she made a decision that would change the direction of her life forever. "Okay, George, find a time to set up a meeting, but I am not committing to anything. I suppose it can't hurt to meet with them, and Miranda looks clean, but if they think I am for sale, I will walk out of the meeting in a heartbeat."

"Yes, Maam," George said with a smile. He had seen a picture of the woman from the PR firm, Sandy, that's what she said her name was, and she was stunning. George was looking forward to the meeting for more than one reason.

Almost two thousand miles away, Sandy smiled as Anita made her decision. She felt her excitement rise and then laughed at how hard her nipples were. It was exciting, and her symbiont agreed, so with an even more pronounced strut in her step, she set off to find Rhys. She intended to deliver the news in person, and she wanted Rhys, right now. Bao would get her turn later tonight.

***

Bao was turning into a beautiful woman, Rhys thought, running his hands over her hips and thighs. She was sensual, exciting, and fun to be with, especially right now. This evening after dinner, Bao had come to him not as a nervous virgin but like an eager lover. Of course, she wasn't a virgin anymore, but she had never had anyone in her bottom before. Still, she had all but demanded it. "You take the others that way; I want it too," she had told him firmly.

Rhys felt Bao's ass squeezing his cock as he pushed into her. She screamed out as she came for the second time, bucking back against Rhys as if trying to get more of his cock into her. "Good girl," Rhys said as he stroked in and out of her, enjoying taking her like this. Bao had been very submissive tonight, and Rhys could feel her need for reassurance and acceptance and the strong desire for her symbiont to mature.

The other girls had dressed her in a white corset, stockings and heels, and a white lace choker emphasizing her long neck. She had not been shy, with the pheromones and Sandy constantly pushing her arousal made her more than ready. Each girl had kissed her passionately, but not as passionately as Thea. Thea was excited, for Bao, of course, but also because she would have another symbiont under her control. Sandy could see the manifestation of Thea's symbiont in her mind, a snow leopard, strong and getting stronger. "Tonight is for you, Bao," Thea said," Rhys is yours until your symbiont becomes sentient; then you will become mine," she said with promise in her voice and a hand laying claim to her delicious ass.

Rhys had been very gentle, entering her bottom slowly, but that had been unnecessary. Instead, Thea and Mei had licked her to distraction, Thea's long tongue working its way into her bottom while Mei wound her tongue around Bao's clit. Sandy had her hair draped over the three of them, and Rhys watched with his mind as Sandy gently manipulated their emotions. Heightened arousal had overcome Mei's shyness concerning Bao, and at Thea's command, she eagerly licked her friend and student while squirming her wet thighs against Amancia. Rhys was rock hard watching the interplay between them. Sandy played their arousal and emotions like a maestro conducting a symphony.

By the time Thea guided his cock into her bottom Bao had been more than ready. Rhys groaned as he felt the tightness of her ass around his cock, and as he pushed the last inch in, Bao exploded in her first orgasm. It caught Rhys by surprise, he had intended to order her to come, but Bao came explosively without his help.

He continued a gentle thrusting, but Bao moaned in frustration as he moved too slowly for her. "Harder, Please!" She said, thrusting down on him and driving his cock all the way inside; she took him to the base in one push. Bao moaned as she felt the cock go so far inside her, then screamed loudly as Rhys pulled out and thrust into her roughly, his entire length going into and out of her each time. Rhys felt her arousal, the bands of emotions twisting in the air around her. His connection with her was surprisingly good even without the sentient mature yet.

Rhys maintained his own pace, forceful but not too fast, and each stroke brought a loud, frustrated moan from Bao. Leaning forward, he lifted her breasts in his hands, but then Thea was there in front of Bao, kissing her, her hands joining him to pinch and pull Bao's long nipples. Rhys looked down at his cock going into Bao's ass and the face of Mei below, who was frantically licking her; both caught up in the whirlwind of lust Rhys and Sandy were creating. Mei and Bao looked so much alike Bob must have thought he wanted sisters, Rhys mused; they were beautiful, bright, vivacious, and full of fun. Mei had gone from a bashful woman who seemed to take little joy in anything but her work into a woman full of love, happy, smiling, and playful. Rhys enjoyed being around her. Likewise, Bao had changed, going from an innocent young woman to a seductress, always looking sexy but happy. Rhys was deeply in love with both of them, as he was with all the girls.

Rhys tried to block out the excitement he found with Bao and instead focused the best he could and traced the strands of emotions running from him to Bao and the other girls. The strongest were with him as expected, but there were already growing bonds between Bao, Mei, and Thea. Gathering Sandy into his mind, the two of them began weaving the bonds tighter, enforcing them, building the ones he wanted that would provide the structure for Thea's control command of the other two.

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" Sandy asked, marveling at the complex array of emotions Rhys was weaving among the three women.

"Yes, Thea will lead them, and they will need each other in the future when I can't be there with them."

"This will change Thea, make her stronger; we need to ensure that she doesn't challenge you," Sandy noted wryly while watching the other three women make love to each other. Leslie and Amancia were both working on Kiania, expertly holding her on edge.

Rhys felt his control slipping; he wouldn't last much longer. He intended to make this a memorial orgasm for Bao, so he held her on the edge, not letting her climb that last step. Just as he began to cum he felt Sandy's hair wrap around his balls, and she joined him in Bao's mind, pushing her arousal and pleasure higher. However, instead of just nudging it, the combination of the two of them multiplied the effect, and Bao screamed as loudly as she could, shuddering as a giant orgasm shook her to the core. Rhys' cum shot into her and instantly triggered her symbiont. It happened faster than either of them expected, but when Rhys reached out for it, all he felt was confusion.

He could see the emotional bands, but they appeared to be mixing up with Mei's instead of coming to him. The emotional stands between the two begin to twist together and strengthen on their own, faster and faster. "Bob, what's happening," he demanded, deeply concerned at what he was seeing as the strands between them seemed to come together like a zipper, then fall apart. Bao's symbiont was just becoming sentient, and it shouldn't be able to act on its own, but the pattern between Mei and Bao was beginning to resemble the one between Leslie and Amancia.

"The bonds are forming on their own; I cannot stop it."

Bao continued to grind herself desperately against him, and Rhys heard Bao and Mie together shout, "Fuck me, Rhys, fuck me and come in me, I want it."

They both shouted out in the same voice as Rhy reacted viscerally, continuing shooting his cum deep within Bao.

"Put me in Mei!" Bob demanded urgently, and Rhys pulled out of Bao and thrust his cock into Mei's throat, giving her the last of his come. Just as he did, Sandy shouted a warning in his mind, and he felt a sudden surge of emotion from Thea as she reached for the new sentience, but Sandy was there, temporarily blocking her.

Rhys felt the last of his cum go into Mei, and then the sudden burst of energy hit everyone like a tornado, sucking them up as their minds intertwined in the ecstasy of the moment. As the power washed through them, the emotional bonds between Mei and Bao began to tighten even more, rapidly entwining with each other and spinning out of control.

"Help Rhys!" Sandy shouted before Rhys or Bob could act, and his attention was wrenched away by a metaphysical battle between the two women. Thea's symbiont fought to get at the new one Rhys had promised her, but Sandy's opposed her, two powerful symbionts striving against each other. Again, Rhys felt the now familiar shift within, but this time something opened in his mind, and Rhys' body began transforming. Muscles and bones moved, his body rearranging, and a sense of power flowed over him, and dragon fire blazed across the room. Bao and Mei cried out as claws instead of hands tightened, digging into Bao's flesh, holding her to Rhys, while the dragon's head, on a long neck, turned to focus on Thea. Fire blazed forth again, bathing her and Sandy, the leopard and the tiger bound in flames. Thea screamed as the flames surrounded her.