Alien Mine Ch. 17

"Fortunately for you," Leslie replied, "but you need to get yourself under control; you are too distracted, especially around Dmitri; I don't want him suspecting anything yet. He wanted to have sex last night, and you turned him down. That is not allowed; from now on, whenever Dmitri wants sex, you will give it to him. So tonight, you will make up for it, find something kinky he likes, and make sure he is satisfied with you. I will be watching, you know, and it had better be good," Leslie said in the best imitation of her former self. She could pull it off, but it took concentration, and there was still a certain amount of enjoyment in terrifying this woman. Yaneta had no redeeming qualities, a scheming lying whore that Leslie didn't trust. Well, she was going to belong to her in a few weeks when her symbiont woke up, and Yaneta would begin to change.

"What else do you want from me," Yaneta asked carefully; she wanted to leave but did not dare offend Leslie. She hated that this woman watched her; she had no privacy. Yaneta had searched for hidden cameras but couldn't find any, and she was afraid to ask any of Dmitri's men for help, so she just lived with it.

"What about Dmitri's business?" Leslie asked, changing the subject abruptly and looking at her carefully.

Yaneta laughed scornfully, "successful as usual; I guess that's why he is in such a good mood. He now owns a significant part of the steel industry and has convinced the government to support a private space venture; he seems to think he can reproduce what's happening in America here in Russia. That has been keeping Nikita busy, though he was furious about me moving Nelya. Right now, he is preoccupied with the new business, but he will not let her go; it will be hard to keep him from her."

Leslie knew about Dmitri's new acquisitions, she and Amancia had arranged that, and they were continuing to expand his holdings. "Well, that's your job; I won't tolerate him touching her again; any pain he might cause her will be nothing compared to what you will experience, am I clear?"

"Yes, very clear," Yaneta said fearfully, feeling the ring in her clit vibrate ominously. There was no doubt what the penalty would be.

Leslie looked carefully at Yaneta, noting the worried lines on her face and the tight muscles of her neck and shoulders. She wanted Yaneta terrified and obedient, but the woman looked like she was about to break.

"Nikita is not as dumb as you think he is," Leslie said more normally; it was time to turn it down a little. She let the pheromones fill the space between them, not a lot, but enough to affect Yaneta. "I don't know why you think Nikita would ever let you take Dmitri's place. As soon as your husband is out of the way, he plans to force the drug on you and make you his slave, just like Nelya, you know. Of course, you were planning to do the same to him," Leslie said with a cold laugh. "So have you started considering a different future yet, one that doesn't involve betrayal; perhaps something that we might find useful."

"What do you want me to do?" Yaneta asked fearfully as the first flickering of arousal suddenly coursed through her.

Leslie sighed; this woman still didn't seem to grasp what was happening to her, but she could see the change in Yaneta's breathing, a sudden hardening of her nipples. "Let me put it more bluntly; you need to find a reason for Rhys to let you live. Your life as you know it is over; you will never just be the wealthy widow of a powerful and rich man. You have an alien symbiont growing in you; soon, it will awaken. That brings many benefits, a longer life, perhaps another one hundred and fifty years. Also, inhuman strength and changes at the cellular level that result in lightning-fast reflexes, more intelligence, and things you haven't dreamed of yet. However, as I told you, Rhys will never allow someone evil to live with a symbiote, so it is up to you to change if you want to live."

Leslie watched as Yaneta tried to absorb what she had told her. She increased the level of pheromones until Yaneta was squirming. The confusion was evident on her face as she fought the arousal, and Yaneta's nipples were like hard points now. Leslie didn't have Rhys' or Sandy's abilities to control emotions. Still, fear and sex would probably work better on this woman anyway. "I suppose you hope I am lying about the symbiont; it terrifies you, doesn't it," Leslie finally said casually as if discussing the weather.

Yaneta nodded, looking hopeful for a second.

"Let me show you something," Leslie said, reaching out and taking the heavy coffee cup out of Yaneta's hand. Yaneta stared as Leslie wrapped her fingers around the cup and slowly crushed it into small pieces. "I am not lying; soon, you will be able to do this. Now tell me, what changes have you noticed in yourself? Leslie enjoyed the look of terror in Yaneta's eyes at the thought, it was petty of her, but after what she had done in her life, Yaneta deserved a little terror.

"I don't know," she said, shaking her head.

"One of the first signs is increased energy, the need for less sleep, and increased libido; your sex drive kicks into high gear. The need for sex is programmed to ensure you get enough of Rhys' cum into your body. Unfortunately, or fortunately, in my case, that need never goes away. I know you are sleeping less, and your sex drive and your need to orgasm have already increased, hasn't it," she said with a cruel smile.

"Yes," Yaneta almost whispered, unwilling to meet Leslie's eyes. She was ashamed that she was so aroused and wet, very wet. Her sex itched madly with the ring constantly vibrating, then stopping, and starting again.

"I know it has, and another change is the strong bisexuality; you have started noticing women, haven't you, how they walk, their legs, and their cute little butts. Leslie laughed at the surprised and guilty expression on Yaneta's face, and then took a drink of her coffee. "God, the coffee is awful here; how do you Russians drink this stuff?"

Yaneta didn't say anything, still thinking fearfully about what Leslie had said about her body changing. Yaneta felt panic begin to overtake her; she needed to get away from this woman but didn't dare just leave. Her mind was hazy, overcome with the need to leave and get herself off in the nearest bathroom. "I have to go to the restroom," she said hurriedly, starting to get up, but froze when she heard Leslie say, "Stop."

"Sit back down," Leslie commanded as Yaneta's clit ring vibrated. She gasped and barely managed to control her bladder while sinking back into the chair.

Leslie had given her a lot to think about, but it was time to push her further. She stopped the pheromones, giving Yaneta time to get herself back under control. "Dmitri has a competitor; you know him quite well, Yaroslav Lermontov."

Yaneta jerked at the name and nodded her head. She did indeed know Yaroslav; she had slept with him and had been his mistress before she met and married Dmitri.

"Good," Leslie said. "Rhys wants him eliminated; that way, Dmitri can absorb the rest of Yaroslav's holdings in the oil fields. Specifically, he wants you to kill him," she said, handing a small plain box to Yaneta. It was the size of a package that might contain earrings. "Open it."

Fearfully Yaneta opened the small box staring at what looked like a tiny wasp inside. "Just get in the same room with him and open the box; that little bug will do the rest," Leslie said. "And Yaneta, don't play dumb," she added firmly before Yaneta could protest, "you know he wants to fuck you; just let him know you are available. Then, after, and only after he fucks you, open the box. And Yaneta, make it a good one; it's the last one he will ever get." Leslie could just as quickly have taken care of it herself. She could have just driven by his office building and let the drone fly out the window. It would have attached itself to his clothes, hidden in his house, and then killed him in the middle of the night, but she wanted Yaneta involved, following orders.

"Are you done tormenting the poor woman," her other half asked. Leslie resisted the almost automatic impulse to interlace with Amancia.

"Yes, for now, or at least until I get her into the hotel room. We will see how she does, but I don't really have much hope for her."

"Remember, she will be under our control; she can be a useful tool. Nelya will need help, and if you can train Yaneta, she could at least act as a bodyguard."

"Perhaps," Leslie said. Even under this much stress, Yaneta did look sexy and desirable. Then suddenly, the interlace was in place, and Amancia was watching Yaneta across the table even while lying in Bed in Mika. "Tell me what you brought in the bag," they said suddenly to Yaneta while at the same time increasing the flow of the sex-inducing hormones.

"What you ordered me to bring," Yaneta said, suddenly aroused again as she breathed in the invisible drug.

"And what was that," Leslie said softly, her voice laden with menace.

"The things I used on Nelya, the dildo, the collar and restraints, and the whip," she added hurriedly.

"Did you bring those very painful-looking nipple clamps like I ordered; I remember seeing you make her wear them?"

"Yes, yes, I did," Yaneta said fearfully.

"Tell me, Yaneta, what do you like about the sex you have had with us?"

Yaneta was confused by the question; was this just something that would give Leslie an excuse to punish her?

"Come on, Yaneta, there is nothing to be shy about; I was there, remember, I heard you scream when you came. Tell me, what part did you like the most?"

Yaneta didn't want to answer any questions, she tried not to think about it because of the alien symbiont, but the look in Leslie's eyes let her know she would have to answer. "I liked being with Rhys," she finally said.

"Hmmm, continue," Leslie encouraged, looking over her coffee cup, "but be much more specific, understand?"

"I liked it when he fucked me," Yaneta said defiantly.

"Describe it; how did he fuck you, Yaneta? Did you climax? Quit being shy; you were never shy with Nelya or Nikita."

Yaneta took a deep breath and closed her eyes, imagining what Leslie wanted her to say. "I liked his cock; big, but not too big. It's very hard, and he never seems to go soft. I like being fucked hard; I get off on it," she said, looking Leslie in the eye. "Rhys is rough sometimes, but not too rough, not like Nikita. Even the first time when you held me down, I came so hard. The symbiont scares me, and I know it grows more every time he cums in me, but even then, I still climax with him."

"What else did you like? It wasn't just Rhys you had sex with, was it?"

"No, it wasn't," Yaneta admitted unwillingly. She wasn't a lesbian though she had let Dmitri convince her to 'share' another woman with him on a few special occasions, usually when she wanted something expensive.

"I'm waiting, and not very patiently," Leslie frowned, and the clit ring vibrated ominously.

"I liked being tongued," she said quietly, ``I came when the other women and you licked me."

"Yes, you did," Leslie said with a smile, "several times. Considering you weren't a lesbian, you seemed to know how to lick a woman; I expect my pussy was not the first one you sampled."

Yaneta didn't say anything. She couldn't understand the sexual frenzy she had been in, was in whenever Rhys and all the other women were together. What Leslie said was true; she had come with the other women and had licked them feverishly in return. Yaneta couldn't explain her actions, but Leslie was also right about her sexual preferences changing. She hadn't been interested in Nelya as a woman; what she enjoyed was forcing Nelya; it was her sadistic impulses that excited her. However, now she found herself attracted to other women, watching them walk, admiring their breasts, legs, or cute asses for some reason. Leslie was beautiful, so very sexy, with a perfect body. She blushed as her pussy responded to the thought of the body sitting across from her. Yaneta crossed her legs, squirming as the damn arousal continued to grow.

"Kiss me, Yaneta," Leslie said calmly.

"Here, right now? She asked, glancing around to see who was near. The table was somewhat secluded, but some of the others would be able to see.

"Yes, here, right now, Yaneta," Leslie said coldly.

Yaneta leaned across the small table and pressed her lips against Leslie's. Her mouth opened slightly, and she felt Leslie's tongue against hers. The clit ring sent pleasurable vibrations that seemed to go straight from her clit to her brain. "I'm not a lesbian she told herself, but her pussy throbbed, and her nipples were diamond-hard, and her body was hot, so very hot.

"Not bad," Leslie said, breaking the kiss. "Now tell me you love me."

"What," Yaneta exclaimed, her brain fogged by the vibrations from her clit.

"You heard me; tell me you love me more than anything," Leslie demanded.

Even the pleasurable feeling she was having couldn't hide her shock. Yaneta wanted to scream that she hated Leslie, hated what she had done to her life, but the vibrating clit ring reminded her that the price for refusal was higher than she wanted to pay. "I love you more than anything," she finally whispered, looking at Leslie fearfully.

"I suggest you do better than that, kiss me like a lover, and tell me you love me, so I believe it, or do you need some additional persuasion?"

Gathering herself, she leaned in and kissed Leslie again, imagining she was one of her lovers, that boy she had known in school. Yaneta deepened the kiss, her tongue reaching out tenderly, searching for Leslie's.

Leslie broke the kiss and looked at Yaneta, waiting for the words. "I love you more than anything," Yaneta said softly, with as much emotion as possible, and her clit throbbed pleasurably.

"Much better, and good behavior always gets rewarded just like bad behavior always gets punished." The ring they had put into Yaneta made an excellent carrot and stick. Leslie couldn't control emotions, but between the pheromones and the clit ring, she could control Yaneta's arousal and pleasure.

Leslie ordered champagne and sat waiting for the waiter to bring it and pour their glasses. "A toast," she said, holding up her glass, "to a new relationship." They sipped from their glasses, Yaneta watching Sandy fearfully. "We are lovers now," she said, seeing Yaneta's confusion, "and I will teach you how I want to be loved. Each time we meet, we will start with a kiss, and you tell me how much you love me. You will do this each time you see me; that way, I know you mean it. Now finish your champagne.

Three glasses later, Yaneta was feeling the alcohol on her empty stomach. Finally, Leslie stood up, reached out, and took her hand. Come with me she said, all of this has made me horny, and I know your pussy is dripping wet.

Yaneta stumbled after Leslie down the hallway as she was hurriedly pulled, almost unable to keep up. Leslie led her into the ladies' room in the hotel, into a toilet, and closed the door.

Time for another kiss Yaneta," Leslie demanded, pulling up against her. Yaneta could feel Leslie's breasts against hers and, without thinking, responded passionately. First, just her mouth, their two tongues swirling together, but then she was pulled to Leslie's neck. Yaneta kissed where Leslie directed but then gasped as Leslie pulled up her skirt. She felt fingers running roughly over her pussy lips, pulling lightly on the clit ring. Next, Leslie opened her own blouse and directed Yaneta's mouth to her breasts. "Suck them," she demanded. Yaneta's tongue played around the nipples, then kissed and caressed the breasts. Leslie started to breathe heavily.

"That's good, Yaneta; lick them," Leslie moaned softly and leaned back against the toilet door to let Yaneta have more room. "Take off your dress," Leslie ordered, and Yaneta reluctantly did so. She was so hot now that it didn't matter if she was with a woman, and the ring and fingers playing with her clit had her on edge. Yaneta felt hands push her down until she sat with her bare ass on the toilet floor. Leslie unbuckled her pants, pushed them down, and guided Yaneta's mouth down to the wet pussy lips.

"Finger yourself while you lick me slut," Leslie whispered, groaning as Yaneta's tongue began licking the moisture away from her clit. Leslie's pussy was already wet, and her breathing deepened as the tongue danced over her center. Yaneta's fingers moved quickly, rubbing her cunt, while the clit ring vibrated in time with her tongue. The faster she licked, the quicker the ring vibrated, and the better it felt. Yaneta groaned as her climax approached; even bare assed in a public toilet, she was about to cum.

"Don't you dare cum before I do; lick me faster slut, make me cum," Leslie ordered. Then she screamed softly in ecstasy as she climaxed. She held Yaneta's head tight as she came, smearing her juices on her face. "That was good, Yaneta; you may come now," Leslie said, and a lightning bolt of pure ecstasy shot up from her clit and exploded in her brain.

"Oh, God, yes!" Yaneta shouted into Leslie's cunt as her own climax hit her, her body shuddering as it flowed through her. Yaneta's pussy spasmed as wave after wave of pure bliss passed through her.

"Good girl, come hard, Leslie said softly, and Yaneta saw stars,

Yaneta slowly came down from the intense climax to find herself still slowly licking the folds of Leslie's pussy. God, that had been a powerful orgasm, almost violent in nature. She had only felt that with Rhys before, and this confused her. Yaneta felt a hand stroking her hair while her mind drifted to that place women go after a shattering emotional experience.

"That was good, wasn't it," a calm voice asked her.

"Yes, maam," she murmured as she continued to lick. Yaneta tried to pull herself together; the intensity of the orgasm confused her; how did this excite her so much, to be treated like this. She could feel the ring in her clit softly throbbing, and she moaned as the pleasure started rising again.

"We are not done yet, keep licking, and if you do a good job, you will be allowed to enjoy this also."

Amancia bucked and withered in Mika's arms as she and Leslie came together. It was strange for Amancia to be on this end of a scene; she had always been the bottom, but punishing Yaneta was fun, and it wasn't anything she had not done and enjoyed herself; she was, in fact, doing it herself right now with Mika.

Leslie/Amancia felt another orgasm approaching. Her thighs gripped Yaneta's head, holding her tightly as she worked her hips against the tongue licking her. Just as she climaxed again, something flickered on the edge of their consciousness, a bad oily taste creeping into their taste buds. Leslie's thighs suddenly released Yaneta, who froze in place. The binary mind concentrated, and the taste grew worse as it coated her mouth, something rotten with a pungent odor almost attacking her nostrils. The assault on their senses was growing, not too close but getting nearer. She grabbed Yaneta by the hair and pushed her away. "Get dressed; the Om are here," Leslie said firmly. It wasn't anything close, she didn't think they were in danger, but something had triggered her response. Seeing Yaneta frozen in place, sprawled on the toilet floor where Leslie had shoved her. Leslie smiled. "Come on, I have some special clothes for you to wear; you can be bait."

The Major grimaced as one of his five-man squads was overrun again as the Trangrods lured them in and then burst through a tunnel wall, trapping them between the two groups. "Stop the scenario," he said, and the vast room became quiet. The training area was the size of three football fields, three-dimensional and resembling a termite mound with all the Earth stripped away, just leaving the tunnels. A complex web of tunnels and passages that rearranged themselves as his command. The Major would have been astonished at the technical complexity of the simulation and the physical construction of an Om nest, but he had seen so many technological marvels in the last few weeks that he was largely immune to it. Not so the newest arrivals.