Alien Mine Ch. 19

Finally, they strung me up by my wrists, tied my legs apart, and whipped me between the legs, my breasts, my ass, everywhere. I screamed and screamed, begging for the rest of the drug. Then Nikita held a vibrator to my clit while Yaneta whipped my breasts. She could be sadistic, both of them, actually, but I was much more scared of Yaneta. That's when she pierced my nipples. I got a hit of the drug each time the needle went through my nipple, and by then, I was so well trained that I climaxed with each time. I can still feel the pain.

"Why is that particular event so poignant to you? It is heartbreaking, but why that one in particular?" Amancia asked.

"I don't know, perhaps I remember it every time I see yours or because it was the first of several piercings, but I remember the pain and the pleasure. Now when I pleasure myself, I twist my nipple until it hurts, but in my mind, it is Rhys fucking me while Sandy pierces my nipples, and I always come hard.

"I'm sorry," Amancia said, but Nelya placed a finger on her lips and slid her fingers down, tracing the mark on Amancia's hip; the flames that looked so real curled across her abdomen and appeared to wrap around her large clit. "The flames are hot," Nelya murmured as her breathing slowed and a slow arousal began simmering in her lower belly. "When is he going to mark me," she asked softly, the longing evident in her voice.

"Soon, your symbiont is mature, and you need the nanobytes as well."

Will I get a collar like yours?" Nelya asked.

'Probably not," Amancia said with a smile. Only Leslie and I and the Binary have collars; the others all have a necklace. I don't think you are the collar kind of woman."

"No, probably not, but I miss him," Nelya said, "I miss all of them."

"I am sorry, but I will be glad to be back and see him again," Amancia said, "it will be difficult for you to be here alone."

Nelya frowned; it is. "My life has changed so much over the past year; I want more than anything just to go and be with Rhys and the rest of you."

"We know, and so does Rhys, but you know he needs you here."

"Yes, she said, "he needs someone strong in Russia, so I am staying, of course. But, nevertheless, I am going to make Rhys proud of me. We are just getting started."

"Yes, we are," Amancia said with a sexy smile and entirely different meaning, "and if you will be the dom tonight, I will supply the pain, just as you cum."

Nelya laughed at the look on Amancia's face, the tension leaving her, replaced by arousal. "Deal, let me get the ropes," she said, suddenly eager to play. Nelya thought Amancia was absolutely delicious, and Nelya was discovering a dominant side that was beginning to emerge like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon. Tonight was just what she needed.

Later they rode waves of arousal, bodies pressed together, their pubic mounds pressed tightly, wetness shared, and they rubbed back and forth.

"Hurt me, please," whispered Nelya.

Amancia knew what Nelya needed, and despite being restrained, she was able to lift her head and take the offered nipple in her teeth. She bit down hard, and Nelya felt the pain shoot through her and push her over the edge as she came screaming, the climax gripping her body, the pain feeding it, making it stronger.

Amancia shared the pinnacle and began to soothe instead of hurt Nelya's breast, licking gently.

"Thank you," Nelya whispered.

"It's ok," said Amancia, "we understand."

***

In Nelya's old bedroom, Yaneta knelt on her knees, dressed only in an old-fashioned corset, the kind that laced up the back but stopped below her breasts. The corset was cinched up painfully tight; Leslie had seen to that. Stockings and the ever-present heels completed her wardrobe for the evening. She wore the heels constantly now by the Binary's command, even in the shower. A collar had been placed around her neck with a leash attached, held by Leslie. The clit ring buzzed pleasantly between her legs, ensuring she was aroused as if that was a problem. In addition, a butt plug with a cat's tail nestled between her cheeks, vibrating and adding to her humiliation. What was worse for Yaneta was that all of it added to her excitement, and she slowly stroked her clit as she knelt, waiting for Leslie's orders.

"The corset looks good on you; it squeezes your waist even tighter and draws attention to your boobs and ass," Leslie said casually. "Your body is still changing, you know, soon the corset will just be for decoration, your waist will be smaller, and your implants will be gone, replaced by natural tissue. Well, as natural as we get, given our enhanced bodies. Your tits will get bigger, a D at least, I'd guess, given how big you are, and they are still growing. I wonder what Rhys had in mind when he pumped you full of the symbiont?" Sandy mused. "He was not happy with you at the time," she added, thinking about the angry way Rhys had taken Yaneta that first time. They had made sure Yaneta was ready and turned on, but t was still rape even though she had climaxed, and no one had wanted her to enjoy it. Leslie remembered it had excited her watching Rhys plunge his cock into this woman, taking her against her will and knowing he was giving her a symbiont that would control her destiny. Leslie had also used her roughly, pulling her face between her legs as Rhys fucked her from behind. And she had felt the cool approval from Sandy as she climaxed on Yaneta's tongue.

"I want you to wear the corset at all times from now on," Leslie said while walking around Yaneta, looking her over. "It really does make your ass look good, especially with that tail," Leslie added with a laugh.

Yaneta said nothing; she knew better than to question Leslie. It was not the Binary, but she feared Leslie even if she couldn't command her. That was a mixed blessing, though, because following the commands made her feel so wonderful, alive, sexy, and now even grateful. But at the same time, she feared how addicted she was becoming to the feelings engendered by her obedience. Her greatest desire now was for Rhys to command her to do something, anything. The Binary was almost as good, and she wished Amancia was here as well.

Yaneta felt Leslie's fingers on her nipples sending small bolts of pleasure straight to her clit and brain. Another change she had no control over, her nipples were now so sensitive that they reacted immediately when someone touched them. The caresses became rougher, fingers pinching lightly and then harder. Yaneta didn't move, but a moan escaped her lips.

"You pierced Nelya's nipples. Did you enjoy it?" Leslie asked calmly.

"Yes," Yaneta replied softly, knowing better than to try and lie.

"Why?" Leslie asked, "Tell me why you enjoyed it."

"I was different then and jealous of Yaneta; I wanted Dimitri all to myself, so I tried to destroy her."

"Yes, but you enjoyed it; it excited you sexually, and the thrill you got was like a drug. I know Yaneta, we know. I watched what you did to her; why did you enjoy it? Tell us."

Leslie sat down in front of Yaneta, her legs spread, her bare wet pussy centimeters from her face. Yaneta could smell Leslie's excitement without looking and knew she was wet, very wet. Those last words 'Tell us," went straight to her brain; it was no longer just Leslie, that was the binary, and she had to obey, but what was worse, Yaneta wanted to obey.

"It excited me," she confessed, "breaking her like that was the most exciting thing I had ever done. Having that kind of power over someone was like an aphrodisiac, better than any sex. I had the power to make her do anything I wanted, and it was better than any drug," Yaneta confessed reluctantly.

"Would you have actually mated her with a wolf?" the Binary asked through Leslie's voice with what seemed like genuine curiosity.

"It was Nikita's idea, but yes, yes, I would have." Yaneta grew even more aroused; obeying commands was like a drug in many ways, and her body responded with pleasure like a trained lap dog.

"The thought still excites you though, that darkness is still inside you. The symbiont controls you now, and you will never hurt anyone like that again, but you would if you could. Isn't that right," the Binary demanded.

Yaneta didn't want to answer, but she had no choice. "Yes, she hissed, "you know it is still there. I'm different now; I would never hurt Nelya or one of you."

"No, you wouldn't," Leslie's voice agreed, "Rhys and my orders prevent you from harming anyone. But you are like a lion that gets a taste of human flesh and becomes a man hunter; you would not have stopped with Nelya, and we know you had similar plans for Nikita. I wonder where you would have stopped or even if you could have stopped. Your sick pleasures would have killed Nelya eventually, and then you would have needed another victim. Did you have one picked out?"

"There were others I thought of," Yaneta admitted.

"She is still dangerous, evil," the Binary said to Rhys and Sandy, who had been watching and listening to the conversation.

"yes, I agree, and that's why she will always be a slave, I will never allow her independence or to control anyone else," Rhys said.

"Still, she has her uses, though," Sandy added. She fought well and will make a good soldier, and with that body you are giving her, she could seduce the pope," she said with a laugh.

"When we make the changes in Russia, I am going to give her to Nelya," Rhys said.

"That will make Nelya more powerful," Sandy warned, "are you sure she is ready for that?"

"Yes, she showed us her potential when she ripped that heart out, and her symbiont wasn't even fully mature yet. I am giving her a heavy burden in Russia; she will need it, and besides, I want Yaneta with her constantly as a bodyguard."

"That may be hard for Nelya," the Binary warned.

"I know, but I will bind them, and Nelya will command but will not be able to abuse her," Rhys said.

"What about us?" the binary asked.

"Don't worry, Yaneta will have multiple masters, and remember, Nelya is also yours for now. That will change though when she replaces the president; Nelya will become Sandy's responsibility, as we have discussed.

That didn't make them happy, but the Binary knew it was necessary. Besides, there would be others, they were sure.

I am very pleased with the way you have mentored Yaneta and Nelya," Rhys said, sending shivers of pleasure down the Binary's spine. Leslie and Amancia felt the link dissolve as Rhys took control. "As a reward, Amancia, I want you to do your best to please Nelya tonight, but you must beg her to cane you. I want to see the marks on that lovely ass tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir," Amancia replied as waves of submissive arousal shot through her as Rhys ' words tapped something deep inside of her.

"Leslie, you will continue to dominate Yaneta, and feel free to use the cane on her as well. But remember, the goal is domination, which is more effective when it comes from the mind and body."

"Yes, Sir," she replied. Indeed, it was much more effective, she agreed. Rhys was a 'master' at it, and she was proof of his skills. All thoughts of challenging him were long gone. Sometimes she wondered if the symbionts Amancia had poured into her had changed her, or was it just herself; that she had finally found the one person she could give herself entirely to. Rhys was indeed a master at his craft, she thought with a smile. He knew when to enforce his will on her and when she needed to be reminded he was in control. It was strange, her own relationship with pain and pleasure. She fought Rhys, knowing she would be forced to surrender, whipped painfully, and then fucked hard. Rhys understood that about her, as did Sandy more than the others.

Leslie turned her attention back to Yaneta. She looked very sexy, kneeling between her legs, eyes watching her face, waiting for commands.

Leslie lay back on the edge of the bed and sent two fingers in search of her clit, which was already erect and sensitive. Her body was ready, and the first orgasm would come quickly, and the pleasure all the greater because Rhys had ordered it. "Put your tongue in my ass Yaneta," she firmly said while increasing the sensations Yaneta felt from the clit ring and butt plug.

Leslie moaned as Yaneta's long tongue probed between her buttocks before finding the tight, puckered ring. Working hard, Yaneta forced her slippery tongue inside, and Leslie moaned even louder. "That's good; you are such a good little ass licker," Leslie said, deliberately cruel. "Rhys has given you a long tongue just for this reason, and I will make sure it gets plenty of use." Yes, Leslie thought this was just what she needed, but remembering Rhys' orders, she again changed the sensations Yaneta was receiving from the clit ring.

Yaneta's breath quickened as she felt the pleasurable sensation shoot up into her brain, and she worked her tongue even further into Leslie's bottom, trying to please her.

"You know what's going to happen when you make me come? Don't you, Yaneta," Leslie taunted. Yaneta couldn't reply, but she moaned in response, her body yearning for the release it would bring but at the same time fearing the pain that always accompanied the searing climax. She knew the binary interlace would form momentarily and command Yaneta to orgasm. But, at the same time, the clit ring and butt plug would turn painful, trapping her in a place where ecstasy and pain intertwined in her body, and her mind was whiplashed back and forth between the two sensations. The combination was potent, her body craved the orgasm, but it was paid for by the pain. What scared Yaneta even more, was how she was getting used to it, even missing the sensation in the rare times she was allowed to pleasure herself.

"Oh, Yes, Now," Leslie shouted out as she came, gripping Yaneta's tongue with her ass as she spasmed. "That's good; wiggle your tongue. "Oh, God, Yes," Leslie screamed again as her climax flowed through her body and down to her toes. It was a full-body climax, made all the sweeter by Yaneta's contortions. The tongue stayed in her ass, but she could feel Yaneta'a body contort as the clit ring changed from extremely pleasurable to painful, not too much per Rhys' commands, but enough as the climax raged through both of them.

"You are evil sometimes," Amancia said through her excitement. She was tied bent over a chair while Nelya used a strapon the exact same size and texture as Rhys'. Leslie and Amancia let the interlace form for just a few seconds, sharing the experience and letting Leslie feel the sting on her buttocks where Nelya had wielded the cane with enthusiasm. Leslie could tell there would undoubtedly be stripes on Amancia's luscious ass tomorrow.

They broke the interface, reluctantly separating back into individuals. "Those nipple clamps feel nice," Leslie said, "and you are such a submissive slut; Nelya is really pounding you with that cock. I think we should switch places tomorrow."

"Perhaps," Amancia said, losing her train of thought as another climax overwhelmed her.

"Slut," Leslie said again, laughing as she let Yaneta pull her tongue away. She sent Yaneta to get her strapon and bring her a drink while watching Yaneta's buttocks move in a sensual rhythm as she walked away. The corset made a difference, adding a seductive sway to an already sexy walk. Making Yaneta wear old-fashioned lingerie was a good idea. Yaneta returned with the large strapon in her hands, and just like the one being used next door, it was a replica of Rhys' cock. Thea had designed and made them, assuring the others with a huge grin that it was, in fact, an exact replica and almost as good as the real thing based on her own experience.

Leslie could see the fear/longing in Yaneta's eyes as she handed it to her. Fear of the pain but unable to resist her body's demands. That was Leslie's first climax, and they both knew there were many more to come. Dominating Yaneta was fun, Leslie thought, but she missed Rhys. It was a strange combination, but she had quit trying to psychoanalyze herself; with Rhys, she wanted to be forced, not raped, but physically coerced to surrender. It was probably her slave fantasies coming out, and she would fight Rhys until he commanded her or just physically overpowered her. That was a game they played, often the other girls joining in to subdue her.

But then, with Yaneta, she would be the master. Dominating another woman was almost as enjoyable, especially when it was someone she didn't really like. That was changing; Yaneta's new personality was also evolving, but no one was sure if she would ever be one of them. But for now, Leslie was going to ensure Yaneta knew her place, which was on her knees.

***

"I'm concerned," Jack said, "the casualties were too high for another fight like that anytime soon. It will take time to bring in new bodies and train them; mentally, everyone is doing surprisingly well, even me," he admitted. Rhys knew what he meant; the Captain's death had been hard on the Major, on everyone. Nevertheless, the med units worked miracles, even on a man's mental state.

"I agree," Rhys said, standing up and walking to the bar. "I will be in touch with Carl about new bodies." He poured himself a strong bourbon, added a little ice, and took a sip. "You want another Jack?" he asked.

"No, not for me, unlike you, I can't process the alcohol away, and I have too much to do today."

Rhys nodded and looked around the room, letting his gaze linger as he enjoyed being home. They were in the living room, and Sandy and the other girls had done a fantastic job making it feel like a real house instead of quarters buried deep underground in the West Texas mountains. He could have just used a drone to serve drinks, but he preferred to do it himself, and besides, the small rituals like pouring a drink were still enjoyable. The room was large, with a kitchen behind him that they still used occasionally, couches and chairs in soft colors scattered around, and a real fireplace with wood that he enjoyed. Of course, they didn't need it for the heat, but there was something comforting about sitting around a fire.

"This has to change our whole strategy," Kiania interjected, "what we found there changes everything. Using humans as the basis for growing monsters, we have to find a way to stop it, and the larger Om bases, the four we have been tracking, could hold thousands of Trangrods in each of them."

Kiania was sitting in a wingback chair, her long hair partially obscuring her face. Out of uniform, she wore a long clinging dress that showed off her figure, and she delicately held a glass of white wine in her left hand. Seeing her like this made it hard to imagine that she had been fighting for her life, leading the assault on the Om less than 24 hours ago.

"I agree with you," Rhys said, "but I don't think a direct assault is a viable strategy anymore. The base we stumbled on was relatively new and hidden. These others are likely to be much more strongly defended. So no, we will have to find another way to take them out; it will have to be an air strike of some kind, something they won't expect. Thea and Mei/Bao are working on it already. They think a low trajectory but very high-velocity strike, a very, very high-velocity hit, will take them out. They are running models now and looking at how we can achieve and maintain the needed acceleration in the atmosphere. But whatever they come up with will create massive explosions, so we need our people in place to control any military response."

"What about China," Jack asked.

"We think China will know exactly what happened," Sandy answered as a wisp of hair snaked out and captured Rhys' glass of bourbon. It brought the glass to her lips, where she took a drink before handing it back to him. No one in the room even commented on her actions; they were used to the way she used her hair like another appendage.