Alien Mine Ch. 21

"What has she done?" Rhys asked Bob, fighting through the lust that clouded his mind. "How is this possible?"

"She must have provided energy directly to the symbiont through her hair. Your mate is more dangerous than I thought. You should kill her when you have saved this one; if she can be saved." The dragon agreed with Bob, but Rhys wasn't ready for that yet.

The web of control Sandy had woven about Anita's mind, and the symbiont was more complex than anything Rhys had seen, more so than he would have thought possible. Unfortunately, he had underestimated Sandy's ambitions and her skills. He lacked the knowledge or time to undo all of Sandy's changes, so he modified them as best he could. His own modifications were cruder, inserting himself in some places and leaving others alone. Sandy would still control Anita, if he allowed her to live, but Anita would belong to him. Sandy's work had ensured she would be compliant, much more so than he had intended.

Anita didn't feel the changes to her mind, but she did begin to scream when Rhys took her hips, roared softly, and began to fuck her again, his thrusts hard and brutal. The hot rod inside her pulsed and burned, he was too big, but she climaxed almost immediately due to her conditioning. The responded roar was frightening, and he battered at her cunt; each thrust felt a little deeper.

Anita shook under the savage assault, and her mind was overwhelmed by the savage lust she could feel emanating from the man/beast fucking her. Their bodies made wet slapping sounds with every thrust, and his passion was like an ocean wave breaking on the sand, carrying everything with it as it crashed into the shore. It was rough and primal, his cock hurting her deliberately, but despite the pain, she met his every thrust. She felt the cock swell even more, then her world splintered as cum spilled into her cunt, and something came alive in her brain. However, the dragon wasn't done with her-she was surrounded by fire, and a sharp burning pain spread across her right hip, thigh, and abdomen.

Overwhelmed, Anita passed out as her symbiont became sentient, rushed into existence by Sandy's manipulation. She lay limp, a dragon mark burned into her hip by unnatural fire, the head of the dragon breathing fire that crossed her stomach and over her pubic mound, the last tendrils circling her clit. Around her neck was a choker made from nanobytes.

Rhys felt the symbiont come alive and made the connections he wanted. Anita was his, and she would be very compliant, thanks to Sandy. He hoped it hadn't broken her, but for now, he would let her sleep.

Rhys slowly withdrew his cock from Anita and looked at Sandy. His anger had lessened, but he was not done with her tonight. Still in partial dragon form, he walked over and stood before her. He lifted her head by the chin and dissolved the gag in her mouth. "Now suck me; worship my cock like a slave should."

Rhys had never spoken to her this way, and his tone allowed no argument.

"Yes, Rhys," she replied submissively, moving her mouth toward him.

"No, you don't get to call me that anymore. So how should you answer me?"

Sandy looked searchingly at his face but found no mercy there, and her world came crashing down as she realized what Rhys was demanding. "No, not that; I'm begging you, Rhys, please."

Sandy screamed as the lash hit her pussy, the pain unbelivable; she was struck once by Hua and then again before she could form words.

"Two more," she heard Rhys say, and then she screamed again as a particularly vicious blow hit her cunt and asshole. Sandy didn't know that much pain was possible, and she looked at Rhys with pleading eyes, but there was no mercy to be found there. Sandy struggled, her body and mind desperate to avoid another lash, but it was to no avail. One of Hua's bodies struck again, just as vicious as the other. Sandy cried and struggled in agony as the fiery pain swept over her.

Rhys let her lay there for a minute, then grabbed her tear-covered face up by the chin, those dragon-like eyes staring mercilessly into hers.

Sandy looked up at him; Rhys was huge in this form, the wings spread behind him, making him appear even more massive. This form was terrifying, half beast, half man, a nightmare she had only partially glimpsed before, but still a pale image of what a One might become.

Sandy felt fingers rubbing across her pussy, and her face flamed as her body responded. "She is wet, very wet," Hua said with a laugh, her fingers making Sandy moan as they strummed over her clit.

Sandy realized there was no choice, but even as she made her decision to submit, her inner soul rebelled. Nevertheless, she replied with the words Rhys was demanding. "Yes, Master," she said with a sob of defeat and began to lick his shaft with long slow strokes.

Rhys felt her sorrow, her distress, and shame, but he knew it was because she had been thwarted in her attempt to take Anita, not because she felt guilt at what she had done. Part of Rhys wanted to forgive her, he loved Sandy, but the dragon was in charge for now, and Sandy needed to learn her place. The only way forward for them was Sandy's total submission. Taking his cock in his hand and her head in the other, he forced it into her mouth, pushing deep toward her throat until she gagged. "Take it, you slut, suck the cum out of me," Rhys ordered as he began to fuck her mouth.

Sandy did her best to take him as he shoved his rock-hard dick into her mouth. Tears streamed down her cheeks, this cock was now thicker, and it felt like a hot steel bar being forced down her throat. Sandy did her best, but it was impossible. Rhys, no, her master now, Sandy thought wretchedly, watched as the tears fell and she gagged on his length, but she could feel his emotions and knew her tears only inflamed his lust. His words fell on her like the lashes to her skin, telling her how she had betrayed him. "I loved you, but that wasn't enough for you, so now you can be my slave. You were a whore once, and you will be my whore now; that is how I will use you." Rhys said, his voice thick with passion and anger. Rhys forced more of his cock into her throat, barely withdrawing enough for her to breathe. He was unforgiving as he relentlessly used her mouth.

Sandy did her best to take him, and despite herself, the nastier he spoke to her, the more aroused she became. It was sick. Sandy didn't know if Rhys was forcing it or if it just turned her on being dominated like this, being called a traitorous slut, a nasty whore who needed to be whipped and fucked in the ass. It was even more humiliating when Hua continued to stroke her clit and told Rhys how wet she was. The dragon laughed arrogantly, enjoying her humiliation. Hua began rubbing her clit; fingers were thrust into her wetness, then roughly into her ass. The pain just made it more pleasurable. She took as much of Rhys as she could, but this dragon cock was impossible, and she didn't see how Anita could have taken it between her legs.

Rhys was deliberately rough as he fucked her throat; he might love Sandy, but their relationship had changed, had to change if she was to survive. Rhys still needed her to fight the Om, but even though Bob wanted to remove the threat, the dragon in Rhys was unflinching in its purpose and would relentlessly enforce Sandy's submission.

Rhys and the dragon enjoyed dominating Sandy, just as he had with Yaneta. He had felt guilty afterward with Yaneta, but now this felt right, and guilt wouldn't be a problem this time. Rhys felt his climax approach, his cum boiling up from his tight balls seeking out the soft lips and mouth of the woman held in his hands. "Fuck! Yes," he gasped as cum shot from his cock into Sandy's throat. One pulse, then another, and another. Rhys jerked his cock from her lips and sprayed the rest of his cum over her face and down across her tits. "Take it like a good little whore" he said as he emptied himself on her body.

When he poured himself into Sandy's throat, Hua moaned as the climax hit her, but not Sandy. The cum was hot and burned its way across her tongue and down her throat, the heat exploding inside her. She cried out when he jerked the cock from her mouth, and the cum splashed, searing hot across her face and tits. She heard Hua moan again, but Sandy teetered at the top of the mountain, a gigantic climax just over the edge. But instead of falling into the bliss waiting below, she was held on the edge and slowly toppled back down. Sandy's mind wailed in despair as she was denied, cut off from the others.

As the cum surged into her, so did parts of Rhys' symbiont. It had its own mission as it swarmed into contact with Sandy's. The symbionts knew each other and were almost identical, which was the problem. If Rhys' symbiont had been human, it would have felt drunk with the power channeled from him; the symbiont felt powerful, supercharged. Bob struck at the twin symbiont and inserted itself into Sandy's DNA. In doing so, it destroyed a tiny bit of her symbiont, just a little, but perhaps enough. Bob had its own ideas of what needed to be changed.

***

"Excuse me, senator, might I have a word with your aid in private," Rhys asked for the umpteenth time in the last four days. The Senator waved his hand in agreement, and the aide left with Rhys to speak in another room, leaving Sandy and Anita alone with the Senator. No sooner had the door closed than Sandy's hair whipped around, penetrating the base of the Senator's head. The Senator from New York froze, his expression fixed as Sandy went to work on his brain. Sandy had done this at least twenty-two times in the last three days and knew just what part of the brain to reach for. Each one was different, of course, but what Sandy was doing didn't require subtlety, just a little bit of finesse. When she was done a few minutes later, the Senator was left with an excellent opinion of Anita, impressed with her political skill and integrity.

It was more complicated than she made it seem; some individuals were more suspicious than others or too caught up in party politics, but that changed in a few minutes under Sandy's expert guidance. Each one was also pleased with the Miranda Group, as represented by Sandy and Rhys, grateful for the campaign contributions already pouring in and more promised. That was the easy part, and Sandy found herself appalled at how readily they succumbed. She wondered if it would just be easier to ask the Representatives what their price was to vote to confirm Anita as Vice President. Of course, that would have been a surprise since there wasn't a vacancy yet, but there would be soon. Carl, head of the CIA, had been in contact, and he was concerned because he had heard the President was planning a secret trip to China that wouldn't be announced until he was already there. Carl and Rhys were in agreement that the trip couldn't take place, but Rhys didn't tell Carl how he planned to prevent it.

"Any progress on the President... Master," Sandy asked as they left the office of the Senator and headed for their next appointment. Inside, she cringed at the word she was being forced to use; it came bitterly to her tongue. Rhys had made it abundantly clear with the lash to her bottom that in private, Rhys was Master; in public, he was Rhys; around the other women, he was Sir. Sandy was still adjusting to her new status, unsure of what lay ahead for her. She hated that control of Kiania, Thea, Amancia, and Leslie had been stripped from her, and Sandy felt lost, unsure of herself for the first time since her symbiont had become sentient. She still had control of the others, Mika and Nelya, and he had given her Anita. Sandy had been grateful for that, but the loss of owning her completely still tormented her. Even worse, Rhys was distant, arrogant, and refused to answer her questions, punishing her when she tried to reassume her place as his two. Sandy still wore the collar, but it shrunk to a small metal band that fit tightly around her neck in public. No one would suspect that the moment she entered their hotel suite, it encased her neck like a tight sleeve reminding her of her status. The Bracelets Hua had placed around her wrists also did not come off.

"No, " Rhys replied; he is surprisingly hard to get to, even for Carl; he has been keeping himself isolated, seeing very few people. I suspect the President or some infected staff are hiding him with good reason. Besides, it's best if we are not involved before his death; we will clean up any Om afterward; that's what Amancia and Leslie are here for. We are meeting the VP tonight; Leslie managed to get near his office and doesn't think he is infected; It will certainly complicate things if he is."

Sandy didn't reply; Rhys had not asked for her opinion or input. Instead, anger and despair warred within her over the uncertainty of her status, how she was supposed to act, and what exactly Rhys expected. It constantly had her on edge. Rhys could command her to do anything, but now he refused to do so. Instead, he made suggestions or told her what he wanted but never made it a command, but then she was punished if she hesitated or disobeyed the most trivial wish. That was the hardest, being relegated to merely obeying. The physical punishments were humiliating, but this was even worse. It was almost as bad as being excluded for the sensuous joy of the climax they all shared, all except her and Yaneta.

Sandy watched as Anita stopped often to exchange words with an aide or representative as they walked the corridors of Congress. Outwardly, Anita appeared calm, self-assured, and confident. She looked magnificent, poised, and ready to engage with everyone, but Anita was calm because Rhys was keeping her that way, and Sandy knew Anita's inner turmoil was just barely kept at bay. Having the symbiont thrust upon her like that would cause anyone to doubt their sanity, but in Anita's case, it was even worse. Rhys and Sandy weren't sure what had happened, but she was already showing signs that the human/symbiont integration was much farther along than it should be. On the first day, Anita could hardly function because the symbiont kept feeding her information. Now she had partially adjusted, but the first time she met with a congressman, information about him flashed in front of her eyes, all kinds of details being slotted inside her brain without being asked for. Then yesterday, she broke a delicate tea cup in a Congresswoman's office by gripping it too hard; however, she had mastered it so far with Rhys' continuing help.

"Come on, ladies, that's the last one today; time for a drink before we head back and get ready for tonight," Rhys said, smiling at Anita. "You did very well today," he added as his gaze swept slowly over her body in a very masculine way. Anita blushed and felt a shiver of pleasure run down her spine and pool between her legs at his words

"Thank you, Rhys, She replied despite the storm trying to rage in her mind. Intellectually she understood that Rhys was controlling her emotions; he had explained that, but she was still trying to process what had happened to her and why it seemed to bother her so little. It was freeing in a weird way, not having to make decisions. Sandy told her what to wear and whether Rhys approved it or not. If not, she changed; there was no question in her mind. That pretty much summed up her life right now. Sandy told her what to do, and she willingly complied. However, another part of her mind screamed with unanswered questions; she didn't understand her own lack of concern at giving up her freedom and even marriage, and everything she had been before seemed to be gone. Taken away from her by these two people she thought she knew, she had loved even.

Sandy had informed her in no uncertain terms that her marriage was to continue, that she would act the same around Carson, have sex with him, and everything she had done before. Although, now she would obey Rhys first of all, then her in everything. The old Anita would have fought with all her soul against these orders, but the new Anita became aroused and thanked Sandy and Rhys, hoping one of them would touch her, and Rhys touched her a lot. Any self-control she had left had been stripped away, and as a consequence, she would beg Rhys to defile her, offering up her slick channel or mouth.

This afternoon was no exception. As soon as they entered their suite, Rhys pressed her up against the closed door, his lips over her, kissing her, almost ravishing her mouth before he abruptly pulled away.

"Take off your clothes, Anita," he said in a dark voice, "I can't wait to fuck you."

His words triggered a spasm inside her, and without thinking, Anita brought her hands down protectively.

"What's the matter?" Rhys said, his fingers closing over the front of her throat and shocking her into docility. "Compliant, I'm compliant," Anita thought to herself when Rhys reached under her dress, his fingers lightly caressing her as they moved higher. "Are you wet?" Answer me, Anita; I can always make it a command, but you have already earned a spanking, do not make it worse."

Anita tried to speak but instead nodded her head yes. Her panties were more than wet, and some trickled down her leg. Anita moaned as Rhys' fingers went higher, finding the wetness between her thighs before reaching the now thoroughly soaked crotch of her panties. "Ah, what a wet slut you are," he said with a low laugh, and Anita's insides clenched at his words, and It felt like he'd just poured raw lust over her. With Rhys, she was a slut.

His fingers made little swirling movements that only made her wetter, and she gave up any resistance and thrust her pelvis, trying for more contact. Rhys' fingers found the secret spot, and in seconds Anita was cumming; the rolling pleasure could not be denied.

"What a naughty girl," Rhys said, smirking, delivering a sharp slap to her thigh; "I didn't give you permission to come, " he added while his hand found THAT spot again. You should ask unless you desire to be spanked." Anita was pulled from the wall and bent over the back of the couch, her dress pulled up, and her panties ripped from her. The sting of his hand slapping her bottom brought a squeal from her, then a sharp cry as the next one was even harder. "Cover her mouth," he told Sandy, and Anita felt her hand on her lips, muffling her cries. More blows landed on her sore bottom, slowly and seemingly at random, so she was never prepared. Anita tried to squirm away, but Rhys held her easily, her arms pinned high behind her back as his hand seemed to find the most tender spots. Rhys was overpowering, and the spanking, the constant arousal, and yielding to him had shattered her. He had made it clear that He expected obedience, and Anita had failed when he told her to take off her clothes, and now she must accept her punishment.

Rhys was rock hard, and it was difficult keeping himself from just shoving his cock in her and fucking that delightful pussy. He could have made his orders into commands that the symbiont would force Anita to obey, but he wanted her obedience; wanted Anita to comply on his terms. That had been his mistake with Sandy, he thought. Between them, it had always been a sexy game, the commands arousing her but not subduing her. He wouldn't make that mistake with Anita, time was short, and she was too important. Later he would correct his error with Sandy, but for now, he needed this woman.

Anita felt Rhys move up behind her; the texture of his clothes was rough on her naked bottom. She felt a finger slide along her folds and heard another smug laugh. "She is very wet," he told Sandy, who was still covering her mouth. You can let her go now; the next sounds coming from her mouth will be cries of pleasure. Your pussy is ready for me; you can't hide how hot you are. This little slut is ready to come, but you won't, will you Anita, not without my permission," Rhys said with a sharp slap to her red bottom.