Alien Mine Ch. 18

By sheer strength of will, Anita forced her mind to think rationally. "No, I won't do it," she told herself more confidently. Anita washed her face, fixed her makeup, and strode back to face George. "I won't," she repeated to herself, but at the same time, she was deciding which of the outfits Sandy had bought her to wear tonight; which one would Rhys like the most?

***

The President entered his living quarters but didn't see Yaneta as expected; he didn't like being disappointed. Frowning, he went to the bar and poured a shot of his favorite vodka, throwing the first drink back quickly. Lowering his glass, he heard footsteps and looked up to see Yaneta, but a very different-looking Yaneta than he expected. Instead of being dressed in a revealing negligee, Yaneta wore a short skirt, blouse, and jacket, something a Russian school girl would wear to high school, but this school girl would have been sent home immediately. Large breasts threatened to burst out of a tight see-through white blouse, and her skirt was very short, barely covering her panties if she was wearing any. Moreover, the heels she wore said come fuck me. An angel come to earth in devil's form, ethereal and unbelievable.

'Hello Sir, I have been a bad girl," she said, breaking the silence; "I hope you won't punish me too hard," she added with an innocent smile.

He walked around the dining room table, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and leaned forward to kiss her lips that were covered in bright pink lipstick. Instead of kissing him, she turned her face aside and pushed him down onto his favorite chair. "Not yet, Daddy," she laughed suggestively. Yaneta was in charge now, and she had her instructions. When the President reached out one hand toward her skirt, she batted it away, only to place a foot in his lap, the heel of her shoe dangerously close to his crotch. When she did, her dress rode up so that he could see a tiny white thong that was already wet with her juices. It was not something a young girl would wear, but white was the required dress for school. The pose was wanton, yet at the same time, Yaneta made it look innocent as if a young student was unaware of what she was doing.

She felt his hand on her knee, wondering upward, while she let out a sexy groan. When his hand reached her panties, he didn't pull them off; instead, he tore them apart. She moaned again, louder, and turned and bent over the table, looking over her shoulder at him and swaying her bottom gently, letting him know she was ready for him. "Please, Daddy," she said as she watched him unbutton his trousers and tug them down along with his underpants. Yaneta could see the lust in his eyes when he roughly grabbed hold of her hair and forced her lower on the table. He leaned over her with all his weight, nipping the back of her neck with his teeth, and she caught the smell of vodka and cigar smoke. The President kicked her legs apart forcefully, stood behind her, then pushed his rock-hard cock into her in one powerful thrust. Yaneta was sopping, and it slid in without resistance. "Oh, please, Daddy, don't hurt me," she moaned breathlessly as the President fucked her hard and aggressively, and with each thrust, the tabletop pressed hard against her midriff. He couldn't actually hurt her, but she acted as if he did, knowing it would turn him on.

Remembering her instructions, she concentrated wholly on his pleasure. It wasn't hard since Yaneta wasn't allowed to climax, and tonight she was to be his whore; her body was his, and she had to make sure he used it thoroughly. Even so, she couldn't fight her own arousal even though it had nothing to do with him. Her mind and body reacted in pleasure every time she followed an order from Leslie.

"Please spank me, Daddy; I deserve it," Yaneta said in a young girl's voice, precisely as Leslie had instructed.

The President responded with hard slaps to her bottom in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Tell me when you're about to come," she groaned with her cheek against the cold tabletop, now smeared with sticky lipstick, "I want you to come in my mouth."

"Now," The President gasped. Turning, she quickly got down on her knees in front of him. He was breathing heavily as he pushed his cock into her open mouth. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pushed deeply in. He wasn't as big as Rhys; her lips pressed against his abdomen while his cock went down her throat. She wanted to twist away but wouldn't let herself. "Just take it; Leslie is watching," Yaneta told herself with a shiver of pleasure.

The porn scene was playing in Yaneta's mind, the One Leslie made her watch before giving instructions for tonight. However, the President surprised her when he pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot his cum onto her face and cleavage. Yaneta obediently opened her mouth and looked into his eyes as his cum coated her face as if it was the most exciting thing in the world to her. Yaneta used her fingers to gather it all up and put it into her mouth when he had finished; then, looking adoringly up at the President, she swallowed, faking an orgasm and moaning as she did so.

The President laughed aloud in pleasure and staggered back into the chair while Yaneta remained on her knees. "It is easy to bend him to our will," Yaneta said to herself, hiding a smile. Leslie will be pleased, she thought as she crawled over to him and took his soft penis back into her mouth. Her instructions required her to get the President to cum twice, but Leslie had let her know that three would be better. "Get him to fuck you in the ass," she had told Yaneta. Afterward, you can have an orgasm if you do. Not with the President, though; when he is asleep, you can use your fingers and the dildo you used on Nelya. And Yaneta, make it good; we will be watching, of course, but so will Rhys and Sandy, and remember to beg. Yaneta was going to make sure it was very, very good, and she would beg.

***

Rhys had spent the day training with the senior enlisted squad leaders. They were the ones who would be at the forefront of the battles, and he needed them to be strong and confident. They were an experienced group, to be sure, but this was different; the Trangrods moved so fast they would have to anticipate the attacks and react before the Trangrods did. Firepower was key; otherwise, they would be overwhelmed. A big part of the training was psychological, Trangrods didn't retreat, surrender, or take prisoners, and that was something he continually drummed into them. They were a veteran group with years of combat experience between them, and he had confidence in them.

"That's good for this afternoon," he told Major Jack. "After dinner, run these same drills with the platoons at full speed; tomorrow there will be live-fire exercises."

Jack kept his face neutral, but he knew his men were getting tired; the training regime was relentless. However, the teams were coming together, and this was the only way to prepare. "Okay, you heard him, break for chow and be back in one hour in armor with full platoons." There was some groaning, but these men were professional, if nothing else, and they didn't want to look bad in front of Major Kiania.

"All platoons will be scored this evening and tomorrow; losers get alcohol-free beer," Amanda shouted out as they left. "That will motivate them," she added with a grin, "though the scores so far are pretty tight. Live fire is different, though; we are lucky we haven't had any casualties yet."

"I know," the major agreed, ``but we are getting close, but most of the exercises will be live fire from now on."

Amanda didn't say anything, but she was thinking about the upcoming battle. She had never been in combat like this, up close and personal. Amanda worried about the drones, It was her tactics they were using, and if things went wrong, it would be on her. She had talked to Kiania about it at length, and they were in agreement regarding the tactical deployment. Amanda sighed to herself, thinking about Kiania. She had a major crush on the woman, and it was hard to keep her feelings to herself. Kiania was so beautiful, sexy, and strong and really pushed all her buttons. As she walked toward her room for a much-needed shower before dinner, she could see Rhys walking ahead of her. If she was ever going to be with a man, it would be someone like him, she mused. There was something about him, really big but moved easily like a panther. He was confident but not cocky, and she liked how he looked at her. Get over it, she told herself. Amanda began to hurry; she needed to review the day's exercises before the combat simulations after dinner.

Rhys finished reviewing the training with the Major and Kiania; he thought the troops were doing much better, and the doctrine they were teaching had a positive effect on their combat performance. "It looks good, Jack," Rhys said with satisfaction; "you and Kiania and Amanda, of course, have done an excellent job preparing the men."

"Thanks; most of the credit goes to Kiania, but I agree, we will be ready in two weeks. I want to step up the intensity for a week, then back off some for the last week, give the men some time to rest."

Rhys looked at the Major, thinking they had made the right choice. "I know Kiania is good, but the men listen and respect you; you are one of them, and that is important. When we go into combat the first time, they will want to hear your voice. This is just the beginning though; our forces will have to grow substantially before we assault the home base. We will get you some help, but your job will get tougher. A promotion will be in order, of course, but I will want you in charge. I don't believe in changing horses halfway through the race."

Jack was shocked but couldn't help being pleased and a little bit terrified at the same time. "I have never commanded something that size, at least what we envision will be necessary," he replied cautiously.

"I know, but you have learned what we are fighting and will soon have the combat experience to do the job. Kiania will continue to be in overall command, but you will lead the troops, you and Amanda, if you want to keep her."

Jack didn't hesitate. "I want to keep her; she is very competent, works hard, and understands drone tactics much better than I do. She will need a promotion too."

"Okay, and don't worry, we will make it official with the pentagon."

Rhys left Kiania and Jack to continue planning and went to see Thea. "Bob, have you made any progress on identifying the source of energy and the reason for the sudden increase we all experienced?" Rhys asked.

"None. We do not understand the source, but it has been present since the very beginning, even when your first two mates were just beginning the process of becoming a host organism. The energy released then was minuscule, but it has increased with each additional symbiont/host you create. However, that event was unprecedented and dangerous; had it continued, it would have destroyed all of us. I have been unable to determine the source nor the reason for the sudden surge, but equally disturbing is the fact that once initiated, the energy surge was suddenly stopped by something. Nothing in our programming suggests the 'One' has access to this power, and you did not control it."

"If I didn't control, then what did? "I can control it to some extent by directing the flow to the new symbionts."

"Yes, we can partially funnel it to the newly developing symbionts, but we can only influence how it is distributed; otherwise, we have no control. We do not understand how it affects the symbiont growth, only that it does."

"But the symbionts appear to like it, even the fully mature ones."

"We have been mated long enough for you to know that I do not have emotions; I am an artificial biological program designed for a specific purpose. Over time I have come to understand my host's emotions, but I do not share them."

"That may be," Rhys argued, "but I sense a reaction in you and the other symbionts when the energy wave hits us. You may call it something else, but to me, it feels like the symbionts are experiencing pleasure, especially the immature ones."

Bob was silent for a noticeable second. What his host said was correct in the sense that the symbionts did experience something, but it did not have a concept to explain what it was. A biological program designed to create a fierce and deadly fighting organism had no need for what the host called emotions. Despite being mated to the 'One' it had no understanding nor interest in the concept of love. It was further puzzled that the host species invested so much of their mental capacity on this emotion. The exchange of the host's bodily fluids was merely a requirement it had created to acquire more hosts in case this one had not survived. However, it did not understand why the hosts endowed this physical requirement with the unneeded emotional energy.

A Drans warrior had no need for emotions, and they should have been eliminated by the symbionts programming in this species as well. That they weren't was a reflection of how much of its original programming had been lost. Additionally, they insisted on engaging in the physical activity several times a day. Bob realized he was responsible for programming this requirement, but it had not understood the emotional significance for this species.

"It is true we experience a reaction to the strange energy that I cannot explain in terms you would understand. The immature symbionts absorb the energy and convert it into growth, which shortens the length of time required for sentience. Other than that, I can give you no other explanation. As for who or what controls it, there is no answer, which is disturbing."

It was a puzzle that concerned them all, Rhys agreed; as Bob had noted, it nearly killed them. The strength of the energy surge had been so sudden Rhys thought his head would explode, and he had sent it out in desperation to all the others. That had saved his life, but if it had continued, it would have destroyed them all. Rhys shared Bob's concern regarding who or what was controlling the energy surge. Perhaps Thea and the binary have figured something out, he thought to himself as he walked into the engineering spaces.

"Any luck figuring out what happened with the energy surge we all experienced?" Rhys asked Thea.

She shook her head without taking her eyes off the three-dimensional design floating in front of her. As usual, Thea's hair connected her to the brains of Mei/Bao and the AI.

"Nothing yet," Mei/Bao said together, both heads turning to look at Rhys with a smile. "We still don't understand the energy or the source," Mei's voice continued, ``but it certainly acts to power the symbionts and us," she added. "We estimated it was at least 50 times more powerful than normal."

Rhys was getting used to how the two responded as one; well, mostly, he thought to himself. He still tended to think of them as two individuals, but they weren't. There were two bodies and two brains, but those were now permanently interlaced into one mind. Rhys still wasn't sure how he felt about it. They said they were happy, 'complete' was the word they had used, and it appeared neither of them showed any interest in separating back into two individuals, even if that was possible. The AI had helped him save their lives but then refused to communicate with him since, but it did let the binary have limited access to its computing abilities.

Thea just smiled, not minding in the least that the binary had answered. She had been engrossed in analyzing the structure of the 'dissipator' as they called the weapon. Thea thought she understood how it was generated, and she had a few ideas for a modified weapon if she could work out the miniaturization constraints and the modulated beam control she needed. With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the complex hologram, stood up, and walked over to Rhys. Thea leaned in for a kiss, enjoying the feel of Rhys lips on her and his arms around her.

"Hhmm, that is nice," Thea said, breaking the kiss but remaining pressed against Rhys's hard body. Amancia and Sandy had done a fantastic job designing Rhys' body, she thought. They said he hadn't changed all that much, but yummy, she laughed to herself. "We have examined everything we can think of, but we have learned exactly nothing. As you know," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "the several attempts we have made to reproduce the experience have all proved normal. But, if you want, we can rerun the experiment," Thea said with a sexy smile, "the Binary is always ready for a repeat."

Rhys grinned and gave Thea a swat on the bottom. "It is tempting, but we all have a meeting with Mossad, and Mika will be there."

Rhys watched as the three women shared a hungry look. He guessed Mika was in for some fun with them. Still, something about what had happened bothered him. "I have been thinking about it; there was something different that time," he said; I could feel it immediately, but the amount of power that seemed to flow through us was utterly unexpected. Even then, I could tell we barely tapped the potential, thankfully, or it might have destroyed us; but something stopped it."

"The symbionts sure liked it, and we all felt so energized; it was amazing," Thea said thoughtfully. "Could they be responsible?"

"No, Bob doesn't know anything about it, though he says it seems to feed them, whatever that means, and it certainly jump-started Mika, Nelya, and Yaneta."

"I have been reviewing the video and have found something interesting," the Binary said, and a hologram sprang up. "Watch," Bao's voice said, slowing down the motion. "The moment the energy reaches peak intensity, the nanobytes surrounding the AI expand and almost glow like they are also absorbing the energy."

"Has it happened since then?" Rhys asked puzzled

"No," Thea said, "just that one time, but we don't know what it means. We don't understand the AI," Thea acknowledged, "it helps us, and it saved Bao and Mei, but our access is limited; perhaps it has its own agenda. We have no idea how self-aware the AI is, certainly more so than the one the Drans left running the base."

Rhys didn't reply, just stared for a minute at the nanobytes surrounding the AI. "Perhaps it does have its own agenda," he finally said; "let's just hope it's a friendly agenda."

***

Michael and his wife Every and the two Mossad agents Imri and Nina arrived Friday afternoon. Both agents had been recruited after serving in the army, and each had ten-plus years in Mossad. Imri was 33, and Nina was 35. Imri was driving and parked in front of the main entrance to the half-finished building. The facility appeared to be your typical industrial metal and stone construction, at least three stories high, and was a joint effort between Miranda and an Israeli company to build drones for the defense forces. As the vehicle pulled up, Carl and his wife stepped forward to meet them, accompanied by a large man Michael recognized as Rhys Smith. He appeared to be wearing some kind of uniform Michael didn't recognize, midnight blue, perhaps with a small gold insignia on the collar.

Introductions were made, and Rhys was particularly interested in meeting Imri and Nina. He and Michael had already met, and Rhys had taken the measure of the man.

"Alright, I'm here with my wife," Michael said pointedly at Rhys and Carl; "what is it you intend to show me, and where are we going that will take three days?"

"Right this way, please," Rhys replied, stepping aside and gesturing with his arm for them to enter the building. "I realize this is a bit mysterious, but I assure you it is out of concern for your security." As Rhys led them through the building, they were joined by two others in some kind of armor. Nina and Imri were startled and moved closer to Michael in protection as the two seemed to just appear from against the wall.