Alien Mine Ch. 02

Hello all new and old readers. I am currently fighting with the moderators to get chapter one published, and perhaps this one as well. Despite my many errors and lack of editing skills they have rejected the chapter because apparently I am an AI. As all of you are aware from the many missed quotation marks, lack of consistent spelling etc. and numerous other errors that no self-respecting AI program would make, that can't possibly be correct. If I cannot resolve this, I will move to another site. I will let everyone know if this happens by submitting an unedited short chapter that they can't possibly blame on an AI.

Alien Mine

Chapter 2 revised

Sandy woke up feeling a bit fuzzy and blinked her eyes. It was dark out, but she had no idea what time or even what day it was. Wow, that must have been some party to leave me feeling like this, wish I could remember it." she thought to herself. It wasn't the first time she had woken up in a strange bed with little memory of how she got there. She rolled over and noticed she was in Rhys's bed, lying next to Rhys. He lay on his back, still sleeping. Sandy enjoyed waking up here; it made her feel safe and gave her a sense of security that she didn't find elsewhere. While that said something about her life choices, she had always felt safe around Rhys. She didn't know exactly what he did for a living, but the man was big, handsome, and a lot of dangerous looking. That always turned her on in a man, her girly bits doing gymnastics. She liked them with an edge, men who were tough, confident and would take what they wanted. Those that her mother considered dangerous were even better. She had always been attracted to those, even in her early teens. Her mother had told her she had a "bad boy" fixation, and it would only lead to eventual trouble and heartache. That was true, but it had also led to an early loss of her virginity, which she enjoyed guilt-free and never looked back.

Stretching, Sandy felt a little sore, which was not unusual after spending a night with Rhys. He lay close beside her, and she was pleasantly surprised at the warm glow she felt and how happy that made her. "This is where I belong... No, this is who I belong to!" Her mind had seemed to hiccup and correct her thoughts. Strange that she would ever think she "belonged" to anyone. Oddly, that weird thought that intruded made her feel happy instead of angry. The entire train of thought seemed strange, and she wondered where her phobia against permanent relationships had gone. What she felt now was unusual, somehow more intimate, almost as if she and Rhys were sharing emotions. "Wow, this really must have been a great weekend," she murmured to herself. "I have never felt this emotionally close to someone." It was odd that she couldn't remember anything, but that thought drifted away, and she turned to the man sleeping beside her.

Sandy ran her fingers along his bare chest and over his stomach muscles and felt herself beginning to become aroused. Rhys had the hottest body of anyone she had ever dated. He was a big man with rock-hard muscles that she loved to run her fingernails over. Her friends thought Rhys was a little shady, especially the way he carried himself, and was always armed with a pistol and at least one knife. However, he treated her well, and the whole dangerous thing turned her on. Sandy let her hand linger on his chest, enjoying the quiet and his male presence.

It was funny that despite some heartbreaks along the way, Sandy had been content with her life before she met Rhys, though her mother would never understand her lifestyle and didn't know she was a highly successful prostitute, no, an extremely expensive fille de joie. Though the name 'street tart' had a cute connotation. For some reason, she had never been able to settle down, and her relationship with Rhys was the closest thing to "normal" in her current life. She was surprised it had lasted this long; most men became possessive and didn't want her to sell herself, even if that was how they first met. She was making too much money as a "dancer" and occasional hooking to give it up for a man.

However, if she gave it up for anyone, it might be Rhys. He was the exception in her life, and their 'relationship' seemed to fit his lifestyle. He didn't make demands or get jealous, though she had to admit that it was weird that the "not jealous" part bothered her. In the past, she wouldn't stand for it, and at the first sign of possessive jealousy, she would break off the relationship. However, a woman expected a man to get at least a little possessive; it made them feel desired and wanted. Rhys didn't or hadn't until now, not even about her relationship with another woman. Perhaps her feelings about Rhys were more serious than she realized or wanted to admit.

She had met him one night at work, or rather, while she was working, and Rhys was watching and having a drink; she knew at first glance he wanted her. The clubs in Miami Beach have few rules about nudity or what a girl might do on stage. The line is officially drawn at actual public sex on stage (with a man); how misogynist, but a nice tip to the man monitoring the "lap dance" rooms, and even that is possible. Most of the girls made more money in the back rooms than on stage, and Sandy was no exception. Still, she knew how to command an audience and draw the most cash from the men staring at her hungrily from their seats just inches away from her ass that appeared to move with a life of its own. The trick was making them think this could be or was for them only.

The night Sandy met Rhys, she was almost through her routine, and down to just a garter, thong, and heels. A girl developed a sixth sense when stripping, and that night she felt a sudden tingle of awareness zip down her spine. Her breath hitched as she looked over the crowd around the dance floor and spotted a pair of intense hooded eyes following her. The look of hunger she saw in the man's eyes startled her, and she momentarily lost the rhythm of the song.

Quickly resuming her sensuous movements, Sandy slowly peeled off the thong that was her last remaining garment, wiggling her hips in a way that she knew would give every straight man a hard-on. She looked over her shoulder to find his gaze focused on her, which sent prickles of heat running over her skin. She wasn't sure why it affected her so, but from what she could see, the stranger was tall, with broad shoulders, handsome, not beautiful, but ultra-masculine. As he watched her perform, the almost feral look on his face was both exciting and scary. He put off the kind of dangerous bad-boy vibe that made her instantly wet, and when Sandy turned and danced toward him, a white-hot current sprang between them. There was something almost savage in his gaze, and from that moment, Sandy no longer danced for the crowd. Instead, her movements became more carnal, almost self-indulgent, as she danced for the eyes that entranced and excited her with their intensity.

Sandy smiled at him and then dropped to all fours and crawled to the pole, licking it as she slowly stood up and ground her hard clit against it. This was the part of her act that she liked best, and obviously, so did the men watching by the amount of money flying to the stage. All the customers thought it was just part of her performance, but they were wrong. By the time she got to this point of her routine, she was wet and horny from all the men watching and wanting her body, and the pole felt really good against her clit. She would grind her pelvis against it for about thirty seconds, enjoying the feel as her hips moved sensuously, and it made her even hotter to know every man in there wanted her right now, and some of them would pay thousands just to have her for one night. As she swung off the pole, she turned and gave the stranger the million-dollar view of her bare ass. Smiling coyly, as her song ended, she threw him the thong before strutting off stage she had owned.

"You were really hot tonight," said the girl coming on stage next. "The crowd thinks so too," she added as even more money was thrown onto the stage. Sandy nodded but didn't go back to pick up the cash. Instead, her eyes met the strangers, and she immediately knew who was paying to fuck her that night.

Changing, or rather getting dressed, she went straight to his table, then shortly back to his place on the beach. He paid handsomely for that night. The sex was more intense than she expected, and Rhys had been a surprisingly good lover. When Sandy was with a man like Rhys, she wanted it a little rough, and Rhys didn't disappoint. It was weird, but for the first time in a few years, she had met a man she couldn't get enough of, and after that night, she refused any payment. The part that disturbed her was that she found herself chasing a man instead of the other way around. Rhys had really gotten under her skin, and she found herself missing him when he was away and wanting to spend more time with him when he was in town. On more than one occasion, Sandy found herself wondering if it was time to break off the relationship, but she could never do it. She knew she was starting to fall in love, which was never a good sign in her profession, and those feelings for Rhys were interfering with her other relationship with a woman, Amancia.

Sandy trailed her hand down Rhys' chest, enjoying the feel of the hard muscles under her hand. Reaching lower, her fingers brushed through his pubic hair to the base of his cock. Though still asleep, he was already half hard. She lightly rubbed his cock and balls, not hard enough to wake him yet, but then noticed another woman's hand on his thigh.

"What the fuck," was quickly followed by "Oh my God," when she saw Amancia, or at least the woman who looked sort of like Amancia. Gone was her petite figure, replaced with large breasts and nipples that were pierced with gold rings. Her waist looked even smaller, and her hips had expanded, so they had a more womanly swell. A man's wet dream, she thought. And look at how long and gorgeous her hair is now, Sandy thought before noticing her own hair had changed as well. Hers was a deeper, richer shade of red, and longer, hanging down to her waist. Then she noticed her own breasts. Her perfect C's were now D's, and when the hell did she get a clit ring. She hated the things. Other girls wore them, but Sandy never wanted any piercings, especially not there.

Sandy started to nudge Rhys awake when he opened his eyes and looked at her. Before she could say anything, Rhys pulled her down into a hug, still without any idea how he was going to explain the physical changes or Amancia. Rhys knew Sandy was going to be furious about Amancia.

"There is no reason to be concerned," the voice in his head told him. "Remember, you are the controller and can help your females adjust to their new situation."

Rhys had his own struggles accepting the situation, and he didn't think the symbiont understood human females very well. If they were fully awake and aware that there was going to be shouting and angry women, tears, and then finally threats to his manhood, Rhys fully expected to be subjected to female violence at its worst and was half prepared to run out of the house naked if he had to.

Bob, you don't have much experience with human women if you think I can control them." These thoughts took only a second, and then Sandy pulled away from him just enough to look down into his eyes. Her face looked puzzled as her eyes searched his as if trying to decide who he was. Several emotions crossed her face as if she tried each one to see which fit. Scared, angry, sad, questioning; they were all considered and discarded before she settled on mad and scared.

"What the fuck, Rhys," she said finally said, gesturing at herself and Amancia, who was still asleep next to him.

"There is no reason to let your mate question you," Bob said in his head. "She and the other are yours now, your mates cannot fight their attraction for you and have to obey your commands. Your control will strengthen as you learn to interpret their emotions. Give them orders, and they will obey."

Rhys ignored the voice in his head. Whatever it was, it didn't understand human relations or emotions. Sandy was someone he cared for and probably loved. She hadn't signed up for this, and the symbiont had no right to force this on her or Amancia. Still, there was no good way to do this. "Please stay calm, Sandy," Rhys said gently, "I'll try to explain everything." Rhys felt something in his head when he said those words, and it was as if he could feel Sandy's mind relax but not Amancia's. Rhys could sense she was still asleep, but their voices disturbed her, and she was waking even now.

Amancia sat up abruptly, realizing she was naked next to a man and that her Dom was looking at her across the man's (Rhys, she realized) body. Watching her, Rhys saw shame, then anger and confusion cross her face, and before finally settling on puzzlement, but with a mix of anger. "Mistress... Sandy, what's happening? Why am I here?" Rhys was her Dom's boyfriend. She had hated him as much as she could hate anyone, even though they had never met. She was jealous of Sandy's growing infatuation with him, and she was afraid she would lose Sandy to him. Now she was lying here naked next to him, and she was happy? Excited? Terrified to think she had sex with a Man? No, none of those. Puzzled, she felt... well happy, and... Fuck! Was she in love with him? How was that even possible? She looked at Sandy and saw a similar expression on her face.

These emotions had been beating on Rhys' mind, and he had felt each one clearly. This was something new, and he felt Bob in his mind, showing him how to calm Amancia, take away her fear, and give her a sense of calmness. He understood that Amancia had been changed the most; her entire sense of self, her fundamental sexual identity, had been stripped away and replaced with a need to procreate with Rhys so that the symbiont could infect her. It was also the first time she had consciously willingly been naked in front of a man.

"It's okay, Amancia. Everything will be alright, " he said firmly. He was relieved to see that she had calmed almost immediately. He felt something similar in his head to what he had with Sandy. It seemed that he could calm their fears with just a few words.

"Not your words," said Bob. "You are affecting their emotions through me. Remember, I have mated with them as well. I am in instant contact with them and can relay your instructions to the manifestations of myself in the human females."

"They have names, Bob; they are people, not robots to be controlled," Rhys thought angrily. "Just what have you done?"

"I have put myself into your females; they are connected to you via me. You are now the controller; I pass on your needs and orders to them."

Amancia and Sandy were both looking at Rhys, almost enthralled. "Goodness, is Rhys beautiful," thought Sandy. The stubble on his face and skin highlighted a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and full lips. His abs were well-defined, his shoulders were strong and broad, tapering downward to a sharp V following the glory trail of hair; the epitome of the perfect male body. Sandy always thought Rhys looked dangerous. It was one of the reasons she was first attracted to him; now, he looked dark and deadly. She glanced at Amancia, who seemed just as impressed as she was.

Amancia had a confused look on her face as she analyzed her feelings. "I feel so weird," she said softly as if in thought. "This is the second time I can remember waking up with these changes," she added, gesturing at her large breasts. Amancia grew quiet as she contemplated her new feelings about Rhys, which had definitely changed, and so had her commitment toward Sandy. She knew Sandy was no longer her Dom without knowing how. She also understood that Rhys had replaced her in that role. Strangely, she liked that; yes, her body liked that idea a lot, she realized as heat gathered between her legs.

"Rhys... I have never liked men sexually, but now, well... I am very attracted to you," she added with a rush. Then she got a funny look on her face as she looked at Sandy. "I'm sorry, Sandy. I know he is your boyfriend, but I feel like I am in love with a man for the first time, with Rhys. How strange is that?"

"I think it is time for some breakfast, and we need to talk about the changes to all of us," Rhys said, deciding to interrupt this conversation before it went any further. Then he stood up and stretched, his arms going straight up over his head, showing off his abs and delicious defining V straight down to the most beautiful cock the girls had ever seen.

Both Sandy and Amancia watched, enthralled, and they shared a look. "Wow," Sandy whispered, "just wow."

"I know," Amancia whispered reverently quietly as Rhys strode to the door.

"It looks like we were not the only ones with changes Amancia said with a smile as she eyed his ripped stomach and shoulders. "Are all men's cocks this big? She asked Sandy.

"No, a few, perhaps, but this one is just perfect," Sandy sighed dreamily, wanting more.

Even though they whispered, Rhys heard every word and couldn't help but feel a little pleased. Get dressed," he said curtly. "I need something to eat, and so do both of you."

"Yes, sir," they both replied softly in unison.

Rhys was surprised at how good that sounded to him, as if he was entitled to it.

The girls stood up and walked saucily over to a pile of clothes and shoes. Sandy reached into the pile and pulled out a pair of torn panties, throwing them aside. Her blouse was equally torn up, and her bra was missing a strap. Only the pants were serviceable. Amancia's clothes were in even worse shape. "I'll get a couple of Rhys shirts," she told Amancia, "and I have some more clothes around here somewhere."

Dressed and feeling somewhat better, Amancia found Rhys in the kitchen. Seeing him once again took her breath away. She started to drop to her knees in a submissive pose like Sandy had always insisted on, but then hesitated, not knowing what Rhys expected of her.

"Can I help?" Amancia finally asked, looking at the mess Rhys had created while cooking breakfast twice.

"Of course, please," Rhys said, handing her a cast-iron skillet that he always used for bacon. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she stood there dressed only in one of his shirts, a pair of Sandy's yoga pants, and barefoot. Rhys had to tear his eyes away to go and find his own clothes, none of which fit correctly. By the time he got back, breakfast was well on its way for the third time, and the kitchen looked more organized than it had been in a while. Something could be said for needing a woman's touch.

It was dark out now, but the girls worked quickly and efficiently to make breakfast, Sandy making pancakes while Amancia fried eggs (did she even eat eggs?). He thought about asking Sandy to add a steak from the fridge as he was suddenly starving but decided not to, as neither of the women was overly fond of red meat. Sandy suddenly looked over her shoulder at me with a smile on her face, then walked over to the refrigerator and bent over gracefully to pull a steak from the lower shelf. Rhys stared at the rounded cheeks of her buttocks as she looked back at him and smiled while giving him an excellent look at her best assets. Slowly rolling her hips inward and standing back up, she handed the steak to Amancia, who plopped it into the pan to fry.

Rhys was starving, so they ate everything that had been cooked and then started over again. It was surreal, Rhys thought, the three of them sitting at the table with empty plates and full stomachs as if this was just another ordinary day. Sandy and Amancia sat there relaxed, chatting about work and what they would do tomorrow. Rhys was content for the moment to let things go on as they were.

Finally, he looked up at them and calmly said, " Doesn't it feel strange that we all have physical changes? I have a voice in my head, and we act like this is normal?"

"It is bizarre," Amancia said, "but I feel very calm about it. I suppose I should be running around screaming, but after you told me to be calm, I felt much better," she said, smiling up at him.

She reached over and trailed her fingers over Rhys' bicep while biting her lower lip. He looked at Sandy with a questioning look, but she only smiled and reached out to touch him as well.

"I don't know what happened, but I feel good, and you told me not to worry, so I'm fine," Sandy remarked as she picked up her fork and took a last bite of pancakes off his plate while watching him intently. A hunger evident in her eyes that had nothing to do with food.

"Probable danger approaching!" said the voice in his head. Rhys was momentarily disoriented as an overlay of his security system was suddenly dropped in front of his eyes. It took crucial seconds for him to make sense of what he was seeing. There were strategically placed security cameras that covered all approaches to his home, including his neighbor's yards. "Damn," it was confusing, but he could see the danger approaching--two men armed with assault rifles were coming through his neighbor's yard from behind, while two more men with pistols held to their sides stealthily approached from the front.

"Shit," Rhys swore, jumping up and reaching under the sofa where he kept a gun. The 1911 forty-five caliber pistol felt good in his hand. He didn't like his odds with just a pistol, but that's all he had time to grab. There was no time to think, only react, as the two men jumped the low fence separating the two properties and raised their weapons. Rhys shouted at the girls to get down and threw himself on top of them as bullets sprayed, shattering the patio doors.

At the same time, Rhys heard the other two men try to kick in the front door. He almost smiled at the thought since it may have looked like a wooden door, but it was, in fact, heavily reinforced steel. They weren't getting inside that way. They must have had steel-toed boots since he did not hear any screams of pain. Amancia screamed when the gunmen opened fire, their automatic weapons spraying the kitchen randomly. Gunfire continued to rake the kitchen as the men came closer, stopping at the shattered sliding glass doors to replace their empty magazines."Amateurs," Rhys said aloud as they had emptied their magazines without having a target.

Hearing the distinctive clicks of empty magazines being ejected, Rhys sprang from the flood where he had been covering the girls. Time seemed to slow as he spun toward the attackers. Rhys had experienced something like that in combat before, but this time the effect was much greater, and the intruder's movements appeared sluggish, as if they were walking through deep mud. Rhys' weapon came up, and he fired four 45 soft-nose rounds, two to the head of each man. The shots came so quickly that they sounded like automatic fire. As the men fell, he spun back to his right and saw that Sandy and Amancia had jumped to their feet. He started to shout at the girls to get back down when he felt gunfire rip into his left side and torso, knocking him to the ground. An assailant he had missed had come through the garage door and fired a burst into him from just a few meters away. He felt the rounds strike him and somehow knew exactly how many and where each had landed as the automatic fire raked across his hips and then up across his torso. Rhys knew he was dead as he fell, though there seemed little pain. The gunman paused, sure he had killed Rhys, and cockily turned his weapon toward the women. That was a mistake, Rhys was alive and angry, and as he fell, he brought up his pistol and pumped two rounds into the man's throat. Blood gushed out, taking the man's life with it.

Sandy had been momentarily terrified when Rhys shouted and threw them to the floor, with him trying to cover her and Amancia with his body, but almost as quickly, a calmness took over as her mind took in the situation. She didn't know where the thoughts came from, but she understood the tactical situation, and as soon as Rhys killed the two men with automatic weapons, she moved. While Rhys had engaged the ones at the back, the two men at the front had given up on the door and crashed through the windows. She and Amancia rose simultaneously, and each took a position beside the entryway into the kitchen. Sandy marveled for a second at the way time slowed, and it felt she had all the time in the world to watch Amancia gracefully scoop up an iron skillet, which she held in her right hand as she took her place on the left-hand side, standing with her back against the wall. Fire from an automatic weapon caused her to look back just as Rhys fell. Her heart leaped, thinking he was dead, but somehow she knew he was still alive, and she turned her attention back to the entrance way.

Shots rang out behind her, but she paid no attention. She grabbed the upper arm of the first assailant through the doorway. Spinning in the direction he was moving, she twisted her body, intending to throw him to the ground, but instead, he seemed to fly forward across the room, slamming into the wall with enough force to break his neck. Sandy had just a second to register surprise when something wet splattered across the side of her face. Looking back, she saw Amancia with a blood-splattered pan and the other assailant on the ground at her feet. Amancia had hit him with the frying pan so hard she had splattered his brains across the wall and onto Sandy. Instead of panicking, she calmly wiped the brains off the side of her face while noting the incredulous look on Rhys' face.

No one was more surprised than Rhys, other than if it was their attackers, he conceded. They had not even bothered to target the women, thinking them the weaker target. He saw the look of awe come over the two women's faces at what they had done, but there was no time for discussion. He felt his side, feeling for holes and blood, but found none. Before he could even wonder why he was still alive, Bob interrupted.

"You must leave immediately," Bob said loudly in his mind. "The Om have tracked you down, and now they will suspect that I/we are also here. The next time, the attackers will be better prepared and much more deadly!"

"How much time do we have?"

"Little, they will know by now that the humans they sent to kill you have failed. More will come."

"Quick, we need to leave immediately," he told the girls firmly." Now!" Rhys exclaimed when they hesitated. He grabbed some shoes and a shirt, then turned over the couch with one hand, pulled out his go bag, and reloaded while keeping his pistol pointed toward the back of the house. If there were more attackers, he expected them to come in that way instead of the front, where they would be seen.

Rhys grabbed one of the AKs and an extra magazine. It was a common weapon; there were probably thousands of them in Miami, and these had been illegally modified to be fully automatic. He slammed home the magazine and worked the bolt, putting a round in the chamber. He heard a similar sound and looked up, surprised to see Sandy standing there. She was barefoot, in a tight pair of jeans and one of his shirts, stained with the blood of one of their assailants, and holding the other rifle, locked and loaded, ready to go. Rhys thought she looked like a figure from an action movie, sexy as hell and dangerous. He was even more surprised to see Amancia with a pistol in her hand and another tucked into the waist of her pants. Rambo had nothing on them.

Neither girl was panicking, and Amancia looked more determined than fearful or panicked. They both looked at Rhys as if for direction. "Good girls, now let's get out of here before more show up.

"Yes, sir," they both replied, moving toward the shattered glass doors. Rhys had shoes on at least, but the girls walked barefoot over the broken glass without hesitation and into the backyard, seemingly without any damage to their feet. Sandy stopped just outside, her rifle up and scanning the left, as Amancia took the right. Rhys knew neither of the girls had any training, but they were acting as if they were experienced combat veterans.

Rhys herded the girls around the pool and to the back fence. High foliage surrounding his residence and most others in the area gave the owners some privacy and shielded them from view in the dark. Sandy felt like she was operating on automatic, never having been in this kind of danger before. Her reaction to the attack surprised her, as did the amount of damage she had done to her assailant. How could she have had the speed and strength to grab a man much larger than she was and throw him across the room so hard that the impact killed him? At least she had some martial arts training, but who would have expected Amancia to react like that, smiling while calmly striking the man with the iron skillet so hard that his brains splattered across her and the adjacent wall. Even as these thoughts flashed through her mind, she never consciously noticed that she was carrying an automatic weapon and seemed to know what to do with it.

Rhys led them through the backyard and then boosted them over the fence. With his increased strength, he had to be careful not to throw them too far. Better control would help, he thought, picturing the man Sandy had somehow thrown across the room and into the wall. The man had been large, at least six feet, and heavy, probably at least two hundred pounds. She had thrown him probably three meters and hard enough to break his neck. Then Amancia had shattered the head of the one she smashed with the iron skillet, scattering blood and brains across the wall.

As he and the girls slipped from shadow to shadow, Rhys put those thoughts and concerns away and concentrated on the video feed from the security cameras Bob was feeding him. Somehow, the symbiont was displaying the video feed from multiple security cameras in the area into a coherent picture in front of his eyes. It was similar in concept to the heads-up display he used at night while in combat, except it was incredibly more advanced and detailed. An additional overlay provided a map of the surrounding area, with fields of view marked out, enabling them to slip unseen through the backyards of his neighbors. It also provided a list of threats marked on the map that Bob could identify. Police vehicles, suspicious traffic, and even people out walking their dogs. But this wasn't some godlike view; it was just a conglomeration of doorbell and security cameras.

"Bob, why am I still alive? I took five rounds to the chest and stomach from an AR at close range. It hurt, but that's all. Not even blood, I should be dead!"

The outer covering of your organic body was inefficient, unable to protect you from even the primitive weapons on your world. I have changed it to a metal crystal matrix incorporating Drans technology that is programmed into me. It is sufficient for now, but when I have access to Drans metals and composites, I will complete the transition."

"What about the girls?" Rhys asked.

The changes are in progress, but it will be approximately a month before their transitions are complete.

"My skin doesn't feel or look different."

"No, the metal matrix is another sublayer of skin."

"What about the weapons they are carrying, can they use them?"

"I have downloaded the skills they need for the moment, and through their immature symbionts, I am directing their actions."

Rhys wondered what other 'improvements' Bob had made.

"Where are we going?" Sandy whispered as they wove between landscaping and the dark corners of yards, her weapon tracking potential danger areas. Amancia had dropped back two steps and was walking backward, covering their rear in case of pursuers.

"I don't know yet," Rhys replied. He had been worrying about another attack, but now that they seemed safe for the moment. "We need someplace to hide, a place to go for tonight," Rhys said quietly. Sandy started to reply, but Rhys just pointed at his head. "Bob, find us an empty house. Someone around here will be traveling, and their house will be empty." Rhys continued, "Be sure and bypass any alarms, Bob."

A blue symbol appeared over a house approximately two kilometers away. "According to their financial records, the owners purchased tickets to Argentina, where they reside for half of the year."

"Got it. This way, girls," he said calmly. They both answered with a whispered "Yes, sir" as they continued following him. Rhys watched them briefly, noting how they moved in the dark. Even though it was overcast and little or no moonlight filtered down, it was as if he were wearing night vision goggles. Sandy and Amancia moved equally well, sidestepping obstacles they might otherwise have stumbled over in the dark. They moved well, not tiring despite the pace he had set, and jumped fences like gazelles. Rhys was amazed that they all worked like a three-man combat team, each covering the others as they moved.

Amancia and Sandy followed Rhys as he made his way through yards and over fences. Suddenly, he stopped, leaped with little effort over a six-foot wooden fence, and then approached the back door of a large house. No lights came on, so Amancia leaped up and over, finding it easier than expected. Sandy soon landed lightly beside her, and they followed Rhys to the house. "The security system is disabled," he said, gently prying open the patio doors. "No one is home; they are in South America for the next two weeks, according to Bob. We can rest here tonight and hopefully borrow some clothes." To their credit, the girls did not look at him like he was crazy.

The house was large, with five bedrooms and a massive walk-in closet in the master bedroom filled with women's clothes. Amancia and Sandy immediately started pulling out clothes they thought would fit while Rhys did a security check. Nothing in the refrigerator, he noted, meaning the occupants had planned to be away for a while. Otherwise, the place looked good, with top-notch security, unless you had an alien symbiont inside you.

"Ok, voice in my head, or Bob, I guess," he said while checking the outside security, which was minimal. "What just happened?"

"The Om," the symbiont replied. "They must have eventually traced you to the meeting with Jake. They are cleaning up any contacts Jake might have made. We are lucky it took them this long."

"This doesn't make sense. If the Om vessels are 150 years away, how can they be here already?"

"Remember, the Drans ship you were on was destroyed after you departed in the shuttlecraft, as was the Om nest ship. The Om must have established a presence on your planet. Like us, they are isolated for now, but I cannot estimate their strength."

"Why are they isolated?"

"The Om cannot move their moon-sized colonies faster than 20% light speed due to their size. They have smaller vessels that can make 5-10 light-year jumps at a time. These are used to scout possible worlds for them to consume. The species that created symbionts have been fighting them for thousands of your Earth years, and small clashes often occur, like the one that resulted in Jake's destruction. They must have already had scouts in the system when the Drans arrived and have established a presence on your world to keep them out."

Rhys returned inside to find Sandy and Amancia huddled together on the couch, looking confused. Now that the danger had passed for the moment, he could sense their emotions flowing-- scared, anxious, confused, a whirlwind that threatened to overwhelm his senses. He moved to take them in his arms, but he saw the danger at the exact moment his symbiont did. "Danger!" the voice in his head shouted, but he was already moving. "We have to leave. Now!" he ordered. He felt the girl's emotions shift in response to his command, and then the three of them were sprinting toward the back of the house.

Two vans roared to a stop at the front of the house, and men piled out, weapons ready. Rhys didn't bother opening the back door; he hit it at a run, and the three of them burst out of the house just as it exploded into flames. Rhys didn't feel any heat, and he glanced back to see the house collapsing on itself in an eerie blue flame. They had barely made it out in time!

Over the fence, the three of them went like gazelles chased by a lion. There was no sense in trying to be quiet, so they plunged through foliage and across fences as alarms went off in neighboring houses. "Bob, we need an escape route," he said as he dodged around a tree. The girls moved fast but couldn't keep up with Rhys, so he had to slow his pace. He could see the vans moving to cut them off on the map Bob was projecting over his eyes. "We have people behind us," Amancia said quietly, her eyes tracking movement near some dark bushes about fifty yards away. Rhys gestured them into some cover in a backyard. Kids' toys were strewn about, and a tree house was built into the tree above. Rhys looked at the weapon in Amancia's hand.

"I took the silencer off," she murmured softly to his unasked question. "It's more accurate at longer distances without it, and there's no sense in trying to be quiet now." Rhys just nodded, glad that Bob was in control of them.

"We are going to have to quit running," he whispered. "They have people in position ahead of us. It's time to attack. "Stay here," he ordered," as he slithered quickly into the structure above. It was a tree house, well-built, he thought, but covered in kids' toys that he had to crawl around. The figure hiding in the shadows was good; he didn't show up on any of the surveillance cameras, and he was lucky that Amancia spotted him. Rhys would have to be careful of anyone that good. Whoever it was had successfully stalked them without him noticing.

The tree house was built with 4 x 8 plywood sides, and he risked a quick look over the top of one near a corner where the boards came together, and jerked his head back as wood splintered inches from his face. "Fuck, this guy is good he muttered before raising his weapon and firing off several rounds back in the general direction. As soon as the last bullet left his rifle, he slipped over the plywood walls, dropping to the ground below, where he worked his way under a bush. He heard movement behind him as someone opened the door to the house and turned on the porch light to see what was going on. "I've called the police," he heard a man shout as a large dog bounded out. "Stop the dog," Rhys ordered the girls as he jumped low over the five-foot chain link fence and heard multiple shots ring out. He grunted as one of them found his right leg. It stung like a son of a bitch, but Rhys couldn't feel any other damage. He quickly moved into the shadows toward the area where he guessed the assassin was hiding. He needed to end this quickly because the other bad guys in the vans were also moving toward them. The girls were not invulnerable, and while he might survive, they wouldn't.

Rhys heard a yelp and then quiet, and he hoped Sandy hadn't killed the dog. He moved swiftly now, no longer waiting, and he felt something glance off his head before he heard the sound of the shot. It knocked his head sideways and rattled his brain for a second, but his return fire resulted in a scream. He moved cautiously closer, aware that time was quickly running out, but his assailant was lying on the ground, bleeding from wounds in the arm and leg. He was dressed all in black and had military-grade night vision goggles and a very modern US assault rifle with a scope still in his hands. Rhys kicked the rifle away and, reached down and ripped the goggles off his face, and was stunned to see his assailant was a woman. "They are getting close," Sandy said as she and Amancia joined him. "Who are you, and why are you trying to kill us?" Sandy said, looking down at the woman.

"Fuck you," she replied grimacing, "you're dead men walking."

"Let's go; there isn't time to interrogate her," Rhys said. He started to walk away but heard Sandy say, "I am no man, bitch!" He was about to order them to move, but before he could, he saw Amancia raise her hand with the other pistol and heard a silenced shot. Fuck, she had just put a bullet between the woman's eyes.

"You cannot leave enemies alive, Rhys, not these. The Om control them. They are likely no longer human."

Are we still Human? Or are we just as alien?

You are highly modified, Rhys, but still human, and your mates must also complete the change if they are to survive! The Om will hunt and kill them at the first opportunity."

"This way," he ordered, putting his worries aside for now. The ones now behind them were closing fast.

"You need a vehicle to escape; I sense one of the Om machines. You must leave this area immediately. Touch one of your motorized vehicles; I can engage the engine."

That scared Rhys. The monsters he had seen in the desert were like things from a nightmare. The weapons they had would not hurt it. There was a large SUV across the street. "This way," he ordered the girls, running up to it and touching the handle with his hand. The engine started, and the doors unlocked. Rhys slid behind the wheel, and Sandy and Amancia piled into the back seat. Throwing the car in gear, he sped away following the route laid out by his symbiont but then changed his mind and spun the wheel, taking a sharp left turn. "Rhys, this will take you into a highly trafficked area; you will be caught before you can get over the bridge to Miami."

"I know, but we will never escape across the bridge in time. First, we need to lose ourselves in the crowds, and there are other ways to get to Miami from here," Rhys said aloud so the girls could hear him.

"Go to the club, Rhys. There are four exits, and one leads into the hotel next door. We can escape through there," Sandy said as she scanned the area for possible threats as they drove. It was a strange feeling, like she was not in control, but at the same time, she was. Despite everything that had happened tonight, she felt calm and steady. She risked a quick glance at Amancia, who appeared just as quiet as she stared intently out the back window, watching for pursuers.

Her thoughts flashed back to Amancia as she calmly executed the woman who had been trying to kill them. Rhys had been willing to let her live, but Amancia had calmly put a bullet in her head and then just walked away. She hadn't even appeared upset, and as Sandy searched her own feelings, she realized she felt nothing, no guilt or remorse. Just satisfaction that their enemy was dead. One thing that made her feel good was that Rhys was there and that she had a weapon. She had always hated feeling helpless. Holding an automatic rifle allowed her to fight back, which she liked a lot. Still, the way she had killed that man tonight, and then Amancia had just executed that woman, made her wonder if they were still sane.

Amancia swayed as Rhys swore and jerked the car to the left and passed a slow-moving vehicle. They were rapidly approaching Ocean Drive, where traffic would be congested, and they would make better time on foot. She was ready to hand Sandy one of her pistols since carrying a scary-looking assault rifle in this crowd would attract too much unwanted attention. The last thing they needed was for the police to be after them. She knew she had killed people tonight, but her mind was focused on those who were still trying to kill them. She would think about it later when Rhys and Sandy were safe. That was her main objective; keeping the other two alive, and she wouldn't hesitate to kill again like she had that woman lying there on the ground.

Somehow, she had known that the woman was still a danger and would come after them again. Killing them was the only safe thing to do, and she would not shoot to wound, only to kill. One thing that concerned her was that she was running out of ammunition. The stupid men who attacked and tried to kill them had wasted several shots shooting into the kitchen, and there was only one more magazine for each pistol. She was sure they would need them before the night was over.

"There's a car approaching from behind," Amancia said calmly. She had been watching it, suspicious of the way it slowly gained on them in the city streets. It did seem strange to her that she was so calm. Before tonight, Amancia had never even fired a gun, much less killed a man or woman. A part of her mind wanted to panic but couldn't. That made Amancia smile. When things got this crazy, you had to laugh, or you would go insane. "It's getting closer, Rhys," she warned, getting ready to fire.

"I know," he replied, making a sharp turn onto Ocean Drive. Traffic was piled up as usual, and crowds were on the street even after midnight. But this was Miami Beach, and many of the clubs had just now opened and wouldn't close until five am. "Shit! Rhys swore, "Hold on," he warned. A jeep was coming at them from across the beach, scattering people and running down those who didn't get out of the way in time. Rhys could hear people screaming as the Jeep came on. They were caught in traffic with nowhere to go, so Rhys aimed and let loose with his AK, spraying bullets across the front window of the Jeep. People who had not seen the Jeep coming screamed and started running in the opposite direction from the sound of their gunfire. Rhys saw the figures in the car jerking as his rounds took out the windshield, but the Jeep didn't stop, slamming into the side of their stolen SUV, and throwing Rhys to the other side of the car. He could hear Sandy firing out the other side, and the rear window glass shattering.

"Out," he ordered, opening the passenger side door and falling to the ground. He saw the legs of one person get out of the Jeep, and Rhys used the last of his ammunition to place a shot into each knee. He heard the man scream even over the shouts of the crowd. The girls jumped out, Amancia covering with a pistol in each hand. Without being told, Sandy dropped her rifle, grabbed Amancia's arm, and began running through the crowd. The club she worked at was nearby, on the northern end of the road in a building that butted up against a very expensive hotel. A passageway between the buildings allowed VIP guests and girls to go back and forth unseen. Sandy had used it many times, slipping into the hotel unseen to visit a client's room. Hopefully, they could use it tonight to escape whoever was after them. "Thanks," she told Amancia as she was handed a pistol that she slipped into her pants and covered with Rhys' shirt. She could tell by the weight that there were only five rounds left in the magazine. Her brain took half a second to wonder how she knew that, but then it didn't matter; only escaping alive with Rhys and Amancia was important.

Rhys watched the pursuit behind them through the many security cameras that lined the street. This was one of the most surveilled areas in the city, so he had no trouble keeping track of them. Four of them had come from the vehicle that had been following them. Rhys wondered how the aliens had managed to recruit so many humans, but then he had been recruited by the Drans. The fact that the pursuit had slowed worried him, considering the attack by the Jeep in front of so many people. The police had already responded, and it was only a matter of time before they joined the chase.

"No, Rhys. The police saw only the men tracking us now. I am in your primitive system, and I deleted the video of us. They cannot see us, but only the men behind. I have directed the police to intercept them."

"That's good because there must be more waiting up ahead; they are just herding us now. How do they know where we are and much less where we are going?"

Bob gave no answer as Rhys let Sandy take the lead as they neared the club, The Blue Angel. The sign outside was discreet, and the cover charge was outrageous on purpose. The owner only wanted a certain kind of clientele, and the ordinary tourist would never pay this much to get into a men's club. Rhys had only treated himself a few times because of the expense, and one of those times was when he met Sandy. Since then, he has been a frequent customer, always as a guest. They hadn't been "dating" very long when Sandy took him backstage one memorable night after her show and gave him what was known as the "Hurricane Special". There was a saying written on the stage that said, "Nothing Blows Like a Hurricane," and that night Rhys got the blowjob of his life. The charge for a Hurricane Special started at one thousand dollars, though Sandy wouldn't take any money from him. Afterward, Rhys told Sandy the experience was worth at least twice that.

Sandy turned left, leading them down an alley and into the employee entrance. A knock brought someone to the door, who recognized Sandy and let them in. "You're only allowed one guest," a voice said.

"I know," Sandy replied, "don't worry; we aren't staying. If I were you I also would not answer the door again tonight." The man's eyes widened in fear as he noticed the pistol in her hand, and Sandy brushed past the man and led them quickly down a dimly lit passageway. They passed through the dressing rooms, which were crowded tonight, and then into another hallway leading to a door with an electric lock. Several of the girls waved to Sandy as they breezed by.

"Two of them are close behind us," Rhys said, as Sandy worked the lock that led into employee spaces in the back of the hotel. "Switch pistols with me," he ordered, handing her the 45 and taking the silenced 9 mm from her. Glock, five rounds left, he knew without thinking. The pistol was a little barrel heavy with the silencer attached, and it would still make enough noise to be heard, but not nearly as much as his 45. Rhys pushed the girls through the door, closed it until just a tiny sliver of light showed, and then lay prone on the floor. He watched the video feed as one of the assailants forced open the door and cold clocked the man who let them in, then followed rapidly after them. At least he was left alive. There were screams from the girls getting dressed as the men shoved their way through, not attempting to hide the weapons held in front of them. Bob had killed the lights in the corridor, and Rhys lay quietly waiting. He was good at being patient; like any hunter of animals or men, he knew there was only one correct time to reveal your position by firing. He watched the men come, hurrying, thinking the prey was running, but hunters were about to become prey. They both came barreling around the corner, weapons out, intent on the pursuit. Not professionals, Rhys guessed, but probably local muscle from their looks. This was similar to shooting deer from a blind; the prey unaware they were about to die. He let them both step around the corner before he fired two silenced shots. Both dropped instantly with small holes in their foreheads.

The girls waited on the other side, both of them watching the surrounding hallways with their weapons at their sides. "Two shots, that's both of them," Sandy whispered to Amancia. "This way," she quietly said as Rhys came through the door, walking rapidly to the left and down the hallway. "This area is usually empty; the management keeps their employees away so the girls can come and go without being seen. That way, the hotel can't be charged with promoting prostitution, and the guests don't have to answer any awkward questions."

"Bob, I don't see any pursuit. Were those the last two?"

"Unlikely. By now, they know you have a symbiont, and they may be aware that your mates are a danger as well. I have detected men watching the bridges into Miami and the roads to the north. Surely they belong to the Om. You must escape, though, if we are to survive."

"We will leave by water. I have friends with boats, and that's where we are headed."

Amancia lay with Sandy in the bottom of the small boat Rhys had "appropriated" from one of his friends. Taking it was safer than asking for permission, and this way, no one could trace it to them. They were motoring quietly north along the shoreline. Rhys was watching for pursuit, and he wanted to stay in the shadows before risking a crossing to Miami proper.

Amancia shivered in the cool night, or rather early morning air, and squirmed a little closer to Sandy for warmth. She knew she should feel panic or overwhelmed, but instead, she was calm and aware. She checked the pistol again, making sure it was ready at hand.

"I can't believe I have killed two people tonight," she whispered to Sandy. Amancia felt the need to talk to someone about it, all the while wondering if she was going insane because she felt not the least bit guilty. If she had to describe her feelings about the killings, she would have had to say satisfied. Satisfied that she had done what was necessary to protect herself, Sandy, and Rhys.

"I know," Sandy responded. "But that is not the craziest thing. Rhys is talking to something in his head, acting like a Superman apparently invulnerable to bullets, and somehow changed you from a lesbian to a straight woman in love with my lover," Sandy said with a hidden smile, trying for a bit of humor. "It's ok, though, because I'm sure I'm also losing my mind. It's so weird," she went on, suddenly needing to talk, "but I was proud of you when you killed that woman. She deserved to die, just like the men who attacked us in Rhys' house," Sandy said firmly before finding Amancia's lips with her own. They shared a short kiss, each wanting the comfort and warmth the other provided.

"I know this is a strange time, but can I ask you something about Rhys?" Amancia asked quietly.

"Of course, besides, it will take our minds off what is happening for a moment," She replied. Lying in the bottom of the boat was uncomfortable, but it did give them a bit of privacy from Rhys, and for a moment, they could forget they were running for their lives.

"I have never been with a man before," Amancia murmured quietly, the shyness in her voice evident. "I liked it," she went on after a pause, "but everything is so different. Rhys is so masculine, not at all like a woman. He is all hard muscles, a beard, and well, you know."

"You mean his cock?" Sandy asked with a smile, trying not to laugh.

"Well, yes. I've never seen one before this, nor had one in me.... it's different, but I love having him in me now. I guess I am just confused about everything," Amancia whispered, her voice trailing off into silence. "And it's so big," she mused before Sandy could answer.

Sandy laughed softly. "I guess that's my fault, but I'm not sure. I mean, he must have had something to do with the breasts," she said, caressing one of Amancia's before finding and tugging on a nipple ring and ringing a moan from Amancia's lips. "These are real and didn't grow on their own, and neither did mine. Perhaps I wanted Rhys' cock a little bigger, so he changed to fulfill my desires."

"It's possible, I guess. That's no crazier than me knowing how to use a gun and killing people. I have never even hit a person before." She said quietly. "It is big, though," she said with a small embarrassed giggle.

"Yeah, he's big, but there are even more impressive cocks out there, believe me. I suppose I wanted him to fit just right so that he filled me up with just a little bit extra, you know, so I really feel it. I'm glad I was there first," she said with a laugh, "you might have made him smaller."

"Probably," Amancia agreed. "Though I think I like him the way he is. Do you think he will want me to be his submissive?" She asked with a worried frown.

"Of course, what man wouldn't. Don't worry, Rhys didn't give you those breasts and the nipple rings for nothing. And the first time we woke up, I think I remember that you were wearing a collar."

"I wouldn't mind wearing Rhys' collar, I think I would like it," Amancia said thoughtfully. She wasn't being entirely truthful with Sandy. All her revulsion to a physical relationship with a man had been destroyed, swept away in a flood of hormones, with her psyche deconstructed and rewritten to please Rhys. She should be angry, something, but all she could think about was how hot it made her feel. The sex she remembered, the way he fucked her, and how much she wanted it. God, if her memories were correct, she had been like a bitch in heat begging for it. It had been so sexy watching Sandy fuck him as well. Heat pooled between her legs as the memories flashed through her brain, snapshots of raw sex, her and Rhys, her and Sandy, and even all three of them together.

Amancia had once valued her independence, even as a submissive. When she submitted, it was her choice. Now that independence has been extinguished, subsumed by a desire to submit to Rhys, for him to dominate her. Now it's her natural state of being, and thinking about it is making so fucking horny even though they are running for their lives. Her clit was so needy right now, and her thighs were slick. With an effort, she wrenched her thoughts back to Sandy. "Things have changed so much. I belong to Rhys now, Sandy. Are you really okay sharing him?" she asked in a tentative voice.

Sandy thought about it for a moment. "Yes... I'm ok, but it's not like I have a choice. I don't think either of us has any say in the matter anymore. Whatever happened, you belong to Rhys now, I just... well, I feel it, somehow I know. I also know that I belong to him and must obey him." As Sandy said those words, she knew it was true, and it left her feeling strange. Suddenly aroused? Yes! Scared? A little. Content? Surprisingly so. Sandy had always known that she was in charge of her relationships, both with Rhys and Amancia. That stability had been ripped from her, and she now had to, yet willingly, obey any orders Rhys might give her. Losing Amancia should hurt, and it was odd that it didn't. Amancia had been Her submissive, hers to pleasure and torment and to use for her own pleasure. Now, Amancia's body and mind had been changed, apparently to suit Rhys. She should have been furious but wasn't. Instead, it excited her to think of Amancia kneeling in front of Rhys with his collar on instead of hers.

"Yes, I'm ok with it. I still love you, Amancia, and strangely, I'm happy that Rhys took you and changed you into what you are now."

Sandy let the silence between them linger for a moment and then blurted out, "I'm sorry for crossing your limits that time. I shouldn't have done it."

"No, you shouldn't have, but I let you," Amancia said. "You shouldn't feel guilty about it. I forgave you."

"I know," Sandy said. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted it anyway.

Sandy still didn't know why, but one particular afternoon when she had just cum on Amancia's tongue, she decided she wanted to test Amancia's limits. Perhaps it was seeing her juices spread across Amancia's face that made her want something more, or just the look of adoration and submission on her face as she looked up into Sandy's eyes. That was all part of it, of course, but Sandy thought it was more her own dark need for control. She wanted to force Amancia into doing something she would never have agreed to simply because Sandy told her to do it. She knew it was wrong, but the impulse to demonstrate her dominance over Amancia by forcing her past what she claimed were her hard limits was just too exquisitely exciting for Sandy to resist.

"I want to do something we haven't done before, " she had told Amancia. I know it will be hard for you, but I want something you haven't given to anyone else. It will be special, just for the two of us. I am going to release your hands from behind you," she said carefully," and I want you to masturbate, rub your clit, and finger fuck yourself while I watch. When you get close, I want to hear you beg to be allowed to cum. When you do, I am going to pee in your mouth and all over your face and tits. I want this from you, Amancia. Show me that you can be the submissive I want you to be. Nod your head yes if you agree," Sandy said in a firm tone, each word enunciated so that the meaning was clear.

Sandy didn't know where those words came from; watersports weren't her thing, and she had refused a lot of money from clients who were into that sort of thing. It wasn't something she had planned, and she had agreed to Amancia's limits at the start of their relationship. Now, she was demanding that Amancia cross them, with the unspoken threat that Sandy might leave if she didn't. Their entire relationship was suddenly at a crossroads. If Amancia acceded to this demand, she would accede to others. Sandy couldn't hide the lust in her voice and didn't try. She wanted Amancia to know she wanted her to do this; to submit because Sandy told her to. This was power, and power was the best aphrodisiac of all.

Amancia knew from the look on Sandy's face that she meant every word, and feelings of lust, submission, and revulsion warred within her mind. She feared giving up the limits she had set for herself; they were for her own protection. She looked at Sandy, hoping that she might withdraw her demand, but the lust in her eyes told her everything she needed to know.

Sandy thought it was the most delicious feeling in the world, watching Amancia's face as she decided how much deeper she was willing to go with her submission and what she would have to endure. She anxiously watched Amancia's face, surprised at the depth of her hunger and excitement, waiting to see what decision Amancia would make. The lewdness of her demand surprised her, and she stared at the submissive woman kneeling between her legs, willing her to say yes.

Sandy saw the moment Amancia accepted her demand, even before she nodded her head yes. Sandy wasn't sure if it was the need for humiliation, the desperate need for an orgasm, or merely the need to do what her Dom demanded of her that drove her to agree. This was a critical moment for them both, unexplored territory that might deepen or destroy the relationship.

Sandy unlocked Amancia's hands from behind her and clasped Amancia's hair in both hands. "Look at me while you do it," she whispered while drawing her close. Open your mouth wide when you cum and scream out my name." Sandy never forgot the look on Amancia's face when she came, screaming out Sandy's name and opening her mouth wide, her lips in a perfect O. It made her so hot to see Amancia degrade herself like this with Sandy's urine splashing across her face, in her mouth, running down Amancia's neck onto her small breasts as Amancia's orgasm exploded through her. "Fuck that's hot," Sandy said as her fingers found her diamond hard clit, and her orgasm followed immediately after.

It was the most intense scene Sandy had ever experienced. Despite its incredible intensity, they had never repeated it, and Sandy never asked for more. She had felt terrible afterwards, knowing she had forced Amancia to do something she never wanted. But also because she didn't trust herself. She knew that if the relationship continued down this path, she would demand more and more of Amancia until she destroyed her.

"Still, I shouldn't have done it. After that, I didn't trust myself, and if we had continued down that path, I would have slowly chipped away at all your limits."

"I would have given up my limits for you," Amancia said softly. "I loved you then and would have given up more if you had asked. Is that why you wouldn't let me move in with you?"

"Yes, partly, at least, though meeting Rhys had something to do with it. But if you had moved in, I wouldn't have been satisfied until I had taken everything, and I loved you too much to do that to you. But now you belong to Rhys," Sandy said with a bit of regret in her voice.

"I do," she acknowledged.

"What about your hard limits? Sandy asked. "Did you tell Rhys?"

Amancia thought for a moment, examining her feelings. "I don't remember," she said at last, "I think my limits will be whatever Rhys wants them to be," she replied. "But Sandy, How is this going to work? You, me, and Rhys."

"I don't know, Amancia, but I think that is out of our hands. Rhys will tell us what he wants, and we will do it. It's that simple, I'm afraid."

"I'm not afraid," Amancia said. "When he gives me orders, I get so hot. Also... well, I love him now; I love him so very much it makes me afraid."

"Why are you afraid of being in love with him?" Sandy asked kindly.

"I know it sounds crazy, but I love him more than I could have ever expected, and I know in my soul that he loves me just as much. I don't know what to do, what to say. I would die for him," Amancia said defiantly.

"I know," Sandy sighed, "me too." There were too many unanswered questions for Sandy's mind to keep up with. It was crazy for Amancia to think she was suddenly madly in love with Rhys, but then it was even more crazy that the former dedicated lesbian was now willingly fucking her boyfriend. Even her own feelings had changed. What had been perhaps budding love for Rhys was now much, much more profound. She understood Amancia's fear. It wasn't just that following his orders made her feel good; it was that she was grateful he gave her the opportunity to please him. She did not understand where these feelings were coming from. That's what scared Sandy more than anything.

Sandy didn't have a chance to think about it further as Rhys abruptly ordered her to get the rope ready to tie up to the seawall. "Aroused indeed," Sandy thought as her body responded to the command. The feeling was like a drug, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she was addicted.

The girls thought they were being quiet, but Bob relayed the conversation to him. "You need to know what your mates are thinking," he had replied to Rhys' objection to the invasion of their private conversation. But Bob was right; there were issues he would have to deal with sooner rather than later, and how the three of them were going to work their relationship was something he would have to sort out as soon as the immediate danger had passed. Danger was all around, and everyone needed to understand their place and role if they were to survive.

"You needlessly worry about the two females; they are yours to command. Do with them as you will as long as they survive."

Rhys mentally sighed. There was no use arguing with the symbiont. Despite being in his head, it still didn't understand human morals or relationships. Rhys was a little ashamed of what he had done to Amancia, even if he wasn't conscious of what he was doing at the time. However, it was done, and now they all had to live with it. She was beautiful, though, and those large breasts and the nipple rings screamed sexy to him. The thought of holding her leash made him hard despite the circumstances. The first thing was to find some shelter tonight. He was exhausted, and the girls even more so. They had to get out of Miami tomorrow, but he had no idea where they would go.

They were almost at the seawall in one of the few unlighted areas of Miami. Vandals, drug addicts, and kids had either stolen or shot out the lights in this area. Remembering the girl's conversation, he started to give them crisp orders. He could sense their emotional response and the arousal it caused. He would have to be careful how he used it; this kind of power could easily be abused.

Sandy raised her head as the boat nudged the wall, her pistol ready as her eyes swept the shoreline. "Amancia, take the rope and tie us off," Rhys ordered curtly.

"Yes, sir," Amancia said quietly as she jumped up to the edge of the seawall with the rope in her hand.

"Let's go, quickly now," Rhys commanded, jumping onto the shore, his eyes sweeping the surrounding area for possible threats. Bob hadn't identified any, but serving in the Middle East had taught Rhys to trust his own eyes first and last. Not seeing any threats, he led the girls down the road, ignoring the homeless and mentally ill who lived in this section of Miami. Overtown, it was called, but the locals had other names for it, and none of them were good. Only the few drugged up or the completely crazy challenged them as they made their way into the worst part of town, the part where you only went if there was absolutely nowhere else for you to go.

Rhys had visited the area a few times in the course of some of his jobs, and he knew of an abandoned building where the druggies, illegals, and the worst of the criminals would stay for a night or two. It was perfect for them for a few hours' rest.

It was a shithole, worse than he remembered, but it would have to do for the night. First, he threw out the druggies and then cleaned up a little bit so the girls would have some place to rest. Three of them left quickly when they saw Rhys' face and the gun in his belt, and one left with a broken arm courtesy of Sandy when he tried to paw Amancia. The night's events had taken a toll, both physically and emotionally, especially on the girls. Leaving them alone for a few minutes, he found a 7-11 and bought something to eat and drink. They needed a few hours' sleep, but first, he had to explain everything to Sandy and Amancia, or at least the thing in his head did.

"Bob," he said out loud, it's time to explain what's happening to Sandy and Amancia." Before he could warn the girls, he was reliving the meeting with Jake. Sandy and Amancia cried out with alarm and surprise when Rhys' memories began playing in their minds. They were there with him, seeing it all. The meeting, the attempt by the aliens to kill Jake, the short gunfight, and Rhys being rendered unconscious and then taken aboard the alien vessel. This time, Rhys got to see the rest of what happened to him on the spaceship and how he got back to Earth. Rhys saw his body being moved down a passageway, another vertical drop, and then placed into the vessel he had first seen in the desert. The smaller ship left just before a massive explosion; The Drans ship had fired on one of the two Om vessels, destroying it before being hit in return and taking what seemed to be severe damage. There was another explosion, but the image cut off after that.

The shuttle continued to Earth, and Bob repeated that the trip from the outer solar system took fifteen hours. The smaller craft approached the waters off Miami Beach at night and hovered just above the ocean. Rhys watched himself jump out of a hatch and begin swimming ashore. He came out on the beach with no one around and returned to his house.

Sandy relived the events in her mind and saw herself come to Rhys' house. The change in her demeanor was immediate. Sandy could see the shift in her posture as she thrust her breasts out, the glazed-over look in her eyes as the pheromones took effect. She didn't last a minute before frantically tearing at her clothes, desperate to get at Rhys. The images skipped ahead, but it was clear she had done nothing but suck and fuck Rhys for days, the continuous sex only interrupted by frequent deliveries of takeout and a few hours of sleep.

Sandy grasped in dread as she saw herself calling Amancia and ordering her to come to Rhys' house immediately. It hurt knowing she was responsible for Amancia succumbing to Rhys. Watching Amancia change from the sweet lesbian sub into a cock-hungry slut sent pangs of guilt coursing through her, and she reached for Amancia's hand and squeezed it tightly. Amancia had shown no resistance, willingly fucking Rhys as often as she could, and Sandy was ashamed to see that, at one point, they had fought over who would get Rhys' cock next.

But it was the next part that shocked Sandy the most. "The symbiont is inside all of you," Bob explained," and you are Drans warriors now. That is the reason for our creation: to change organic beings into fierce warriors to fight the Alien Om, which is now your reason for existence. I/You must fight, for if you don't, the Om will rape and destroy everything on your planet. All humanity and everything around you will cease to exist. Rhys was selected as the "One", and the others will be the lesser. You must fight or die; there is no other solution nor anywhere to run."

The replay of events in their heads stopped, and they just looked at each other for a second. "Wow," Amancia said, "I didn't think it was possible to get any weirder, but I was wrong."

Everyone seemed at a loss for words for a minute. Rhys watched the girls' facial expressions change as they thought about what they had just learned. Sandy shook her head. "It's unbelievable," she said with a bit of panic in her voice. She looked at Rhys and seemed to calm down suddenly. "There, thanks. I feel much calmer now," she said.

Amancia seemed to settle down as well.

"Bob?" Rhys asked.

"You need them calm to make plans."

Sandy looked pensive for a moment. "This doesn't explain us," Sandy remarked, gesturing at herself and Amancia.

Rhys sighed and began to tell her of Bob's decision to ensure his survival by transferring his consciousness to others in case he didn't survive the process. Sandy and Amancia listened in silence as he related what Bob had told him about the physical enhancements and, finally, about the longer life they could expect.

They both looked at me, stunned," over one hundred fifty years," Amancia said with awe.

"It also means you designed us; these changes came from you," Sandy added quietly.

Amancia looked down at herself, her breasts, the nipple rings. She thought about the other changes that had been made to her. "I think I should be angry," she said to Rhys, but the thought that you have changed my body to suit your desires really turns me on."

"I'm sorry, I didn't do it consciously. I always thought you were beautiful before, and you still are."

"Given what we have learned, I can't believe we are discussing how we look, but it is just too much to take in right now," Sandy added.

Amancia had a funny expression on her face, and she smiled and said, "In a hundred years, we are going to be so wealthy." It was an excellent icebreaker; Sandy and Rhys laughed, with Amancia joining in; it was a good break from the tension.

"Another attack is commencing on your house," Bob warned, speaking to Rhys and the girls.

"Mother fuckers," Rhys swore. He could see through the security cameras as three men surrounded his house in the dark. It was hard to make out their forms, and if the symbiont hadn't pointed them out, Rhys would not have noticed them. "Are they wearing some kind of camouflage?" Rhys asked.

"No, they are causing interference with the video. If they were Om, we wouldn't be able to see them at all through these simple video recording devices," Bob replied.

"What are they doing?" Amancia whispered fearfully.

Her question was answered as Rhys' house exploded in flames, a strange blue flame that quickly consumed it completely.

"Fuck me!" Rhys exclaimed, watching everything he owned go up in flames. The house burned unnaturally fast and seemingly without any noise. No neighbors came out to watch, and no sirens responded to a 911 call. The figures surrounding the house paused momentarily, looking around, then moved back to the vehicle and drove away.

Rhys felt a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Rhys," Sandy said.

Rhys let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. "Well, I wasn't going back there anyway," he said, thinking about all his weapons that had just gone up in flames.

"The attack is not only on your home, Rhys. The Om are being thorough." The video feed switched to armed men entering Sandy's apartment building and then Amancia's. Security cameras in the hallways showed blurred figures entering each apartment. "Men are watching the clubs Sandy frequents, and they are watching the Bank where Amancia works. They may suspect that your two mates also have symbionts. The Om will be hunting them as well."

Sandy and Amancia looked at Rhys fearfully. What are we going to do, Rhys? We don't dare go back to our apartments." Sandy said.

"We will have to get out of here tomorrow, our old lives are gone. Now we are humanity's only hope." Rhys said. He had hoped to leave the girls out of this, but that was no longer possible. Bob, where is the ship you used to transport me back to Earth? Can it pick us up?" he asked out loud.

"It is in a hidden place in the geographic location you know as West Texas, close to the border of Mexico, near where you met Jake," Bob replied, and a map sprang up in front of Rhys' eyes with the location marked. "However, I do not control the vessel; you must travel there."

"Ok, we leave in a few hours," Rhys told the girls.

Sandy looked stunned, and Rhys could hardly blame her. Amancia began to cry as it set in that they were caught up in this, whether they wanted to be or not. The responsibility of saving the planet was overwhelming.

Bob mentally nudged him, and Rhys tried to send calming thoughts, which seemed to help. Amancia looked at me with a brittle smile; turning to Sandy, she kissed her and brushed the hair back from her face. "At least we are together," she whispered.

Sandy nodded, kissing her back. As she broke the kiss, she said, "I love you, Amancia," and then looked at me. "I love you as well, Rhys."

"I love you both," he replied, realizing it was true. The words surprised him, and for a few minutes, he sat quietly, holding both their hands in his while he reached inside himself and examined his feelings for them. He had toyed with the idea that he was falling in love before meeting Jake, and he had been acting unconsciously since then, controlled by the symbiont until recently. However, his feelings were much different now, and love was a word too weak to describe the pull he felt for them. And Amancia! Rhys somehow loved her as much as Sandy, with a depth he had never expected to feel toward anyone, much less two women. He didn't just love them; he possessed them.

When they were around, his hands itched to caress them, to touch their bodies, watch them smile, and then watch as the smile changed to hunger for him. His desire for them was more primal than it had been, with a darker edge. He didn't want to make love to them; he wanted to possess them, fuck them. And the hunger didn't go away. Even now, just after his home and everything in it had been destroyed and they were in hiding, it took all his self-control not to take them right now. He knew they wouldn't resist; couldn't. They would welcome it and they would meet him with a hot passion that equaled his. His body hardened at the thought while images of them on their knees awaiting his orders wove through his mind.

It was the darkness of his desire that concerned him. There were urges he hadn't felt before. It wasn't just that he could control them, their passions, fuck them whenever he wanted; it was that there was a creeping darker desire to treat them as his sexual playthings. That scared him because how could you love someone so deeply and know that love was returned and yet still want that. "Bob, what has happened to me?

"I sense your distress but do not understand it. The Drans selected you as the "One', to control the others in battle. My programming assures it. However, my best models based on the limited data available about the biology of your species suggested the chances of your survival were small, thus the need for the females of your species. To survive, I needed you to mate and inject bits of me into the two females of your species. It was imperative that it happen with a frequency that ensured it reached a critical volume. For a time, the three of you were little more than the equivalent of what you might consider rutting animals here on your planet. I have tried resetting this part of your biology to your standard functioning capacity but have only partially succeeded. My programming is now locked in, and I can make no other alterations. The primal desire to procreate was substantially increased to complete the transfer of my cloned symbionts into your mates, and there is nothing I can do to change that. It is interesting that the imperative to control is part of my core programming, and your resistance suggests that it was also corrupted."

"It's going to be hard to accomplish anything if all we do is fuck."

"You are in control; they willingly obey. You can choose when and how to mate. However, your mates have the same urges as you; they are copies of me. The only difference is that I am the primary symbiont, and you are 'One.'."

The interchange took only seconds, and Rhys' eyes cleared, his attention again on the two women. The temptation was there, but Rhys forced it down. "There will be time later," he said to himself. "Rest, ladies, you need a few hours' sleep," he told them as he stood up abruptly. We will make plans tomorrow, but for now, we're safe, so let's make the best of it.

Sandy felt the small but noticeable thrill that she had come to associate with Rhys' commands. It was hard to describe; a little burst of pleasure flowing through her body and mind. She blushed a little because the commands left her with a pleasant feeling while slightly aroused. She noticed a similar expression on Amancia's face; sharing a knowing glance, they soon closed their eyes and fell asleep.

Rhys lay awake and was completely clear-headed for the first time since the fateful meeting with the alien Jake in West Texas. Sandy and Amancia lay cuddled up on either side of him, each with a hand on his chest. Both were sound asleep, worn out from the changes their bodies were undergoing and from being on the run most of the night. He was still amazed at how they had fought with him and hadn't shied away from the violence.

"I have reached critical mass inside the females," Bob had told him. The need to put your fluids inside of them will moderate, but your desire for what your species refers to as sex will remain. My core programming is locked and inaccessible to me."

"I can live with that, I guess. There are worse things in life than having two incredible women who want me as much as I want them."              

Sleep, Rhys. Though your need for rest is much reduced, the changes to your body and mind and the demands I placed on you to complete the mating process have taken a toll. I will watch for any sign of the Om or their proxies."

Rhys rearranged the girls on him so that they were comfortable, or as comfortable as they could be in an abandoned building in a rundown part of Miami. Sandy woke briefly and snuggled up closer to him, her arm now across his chest and her head on his shoulder. "I love you, Rhys," she said quietly before drifting back to sleep. That was the first time Sandy had ever uttered those words to him. "I love you," he replied, realizing it was true. "Amancia, too," he added in a whisper. He could feel them in his mind, their emotions quiet now, happy, content. He felt strangely possessive of them, mixed with a desire to protect the two of them at all costs. However, the unknown dangers they faced made their future uncertain. If the symbiont was correct, they were effectively mated for life, possibly a very long life. Strangely enough, that was okay with him, and he would worry about what the future held for them tomorrow.