Alien Mine

Sorry for the delay but chapter 5 got out of control (~30,000 words). This is the first part of it. I will publish the rest later this week or next. All editing mistakes are mine, comments welcome.

Chapter 5 A

Rhys woke up feeling full of energy and pleasantly sated, but noticed the girls were gone. How long was I out he wondered, getting up and heading for the shower? Taking his time getting dressed, he wandered into the kitchen. There was no sign of the girls, but there were coffee and pancakes set on the table.

Despite his eagerness to try out the new weapons, Rhys sat and enjoyed the quiet time, leisurely finishing his breakfast. Taking a second cup of coffee, he headed for the shaft. I hope the coffee comes down with me, it will be a mess if it doesn't stay in the cup. Not nearly as nervous as the day before, Rhys stepped into the shaft with only a moderate amount of fear.

Falling swiftly, he distracted himself by watching the coffee in his cup, even taking a sip as he fell. One of these days I might get used to it he mused coming to a rapid stop in the base control room

"

Bob, are the weapons and armor ready

?"

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Yes, all completed last night. Ten rifles, pistols, grenades, and body armor

."

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Good, we need to start training, and I need to practice using the tactical grid. Bob, are the girls able to use the tac grid as well

?

Bob paused before answering. "

After examining my programming, only the "One" uses the tactical grid to direct other warriors but does receive input. This facilitates his control over the units under him. With your permission, I believe I can change that to allow them the same access you have

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Of course, please do. Everyone sharing sensors and targeting information will greatly expand our capabilities.

" We needed to start training and working together as a unit. I was anxious to get started, but at the same time, I wished I had people who had volunteered for this. I still felt guilty that Sandy and Amancia had been dragged into it.

Rhys walked over to the weapons and picked up a rifle and pistol. Sandy and Amancia were already in the control room, surrounded by holographic displays. "Good morning, ladies," he said, going over to give each of them a kiss. He meant it to just be a quick kiss to show his affection, but when Sandys's mouth touched his, it became much more.

When Sandy heard Rhys' voice, she shivered in delight. Wow, she thought, it was like something erotically stroking her skin. Her senses became hyperaware. It wasn't just the sound of his voice, but his smell, the touch of his hands on her as they turned her into his kiss. The searing desire they had shared earlier came roaring back.

When his lips touched hers, it was if she lost all control. His lips were warm and firm, and she couldn't control her tongue from seeking his out. She teased his tongue into her mouth and then sucked on his tongue, just like she had sucked on another part of his body earlier. Sandy could feel Rhys' body react to her as the flames she felt threatened to spiral out of control.

Suddenly there was another mouth there, a more feminine body pressed up against them. Another mouth was seeking hers and Rhys', and the desire she felt roared even higher. It was a three-way fire, the need from all three of them wrapping itself around, fanning the flames higher as Amancia added hers.

Sandy was hot, wet and aching as she pressed up tighter against Rhys and Amancia. There were two sets of lips and tongues that licked and rubbed against hers. Sandy moaned into someone's mouth as her hands found Rhys' belt and started to pull at his pants, trying to get her hands around the part of him she so desperately wanted right then.

Rhys was surprised at the sudden rush of desire he felt coming from the two girls. It had caught him by surprise, and he had responded to Sandy physically. Still, something else inside him had reacted to her sudden lust. He had felt it before with her and Amancia, but this time it was like his mind had taken her desire and amplified it, sending it back to both of them. Rhys was surprised and fought back for control. For a brief second, it seemed there were two of him, then again, he was in control.

As he pulled back from Sandy, she clung to him, both with her body and mind, fighting to keep Rhys' mind in hers. Amancia moaned with what sounded like frustration as Rhys banked the flames of desire that had almost consumed them, pulling away from the mental contact.

"Good God, Rhys, you can't stop now," Sandy said, breathlessly trying to kiss him and pull him to her.

"Please, Rhys," Amancia said, "I need you so much."

Abruptly the mental connection broke as pushed them both away. "I'm sorry girls, I don't know what happened," Rhys said breathlessly as he pulled back both physically and mentally. As he regained control, he deliberately calmed them as Bob had shown him, further banking the passion that just a second before was out of control.

Sandy felt herself calming but wanted to scream out of frustration. She had lost control of herself before, but never like this. Her want, need for Rhys had been overwhelming. For a minute, there had been something deliciously dark in her mind. It was Rhys she knew, and part of it scared Sandy, but another part of her welcomed it. She wanted to be consumed by that dark part, which promised to ignite that inferno of heat and desire that she had felt.

As Rhys pulled away, Amancia was suddenly there, crying, holding her. "Oh God Rhys," she kept repeating over and over.

Sandy looked up at Rhys and felt another wave soothing her raw emotions. She could feel Amancia calming, and then Rhys took them both in his arms. He pulled the girls into a hug, a head on each of his shoulders as he held them tightly until he could tell their emotions were once more under control.

'What just happened," Sandy asked quietly?

"I don't know."

"Something was different, I felt it as soon as you walked in."

"Me too," Amancia added. "Something strong," she said with a shiver. "I liked it," she said. Her face flushed as she remembered the feeling of dominance coming from Rhys, almost as if demanding her submission. It had pushed every button she had, and the sudden storm of desire had her trembling with need. Now it was gone, and she felt confused. She was left with a feeling of emptiness that she didn't like.

"Of course you did," Sandy said, laughing softly, "that was all dominance," she added, looking at Rhys with a raised eyebrow.

Rhys just shrugged. "I have no idea what happened." I just wanted to kiss you both. But then everything spiraled out of control."

"You can control our emotions," Amancia said, "was that what happened?"

"No, this was different, I don't really know how to explain it," Rhys said with a sigh. "When I kissed Sandy, I could feel something with my mind. But different as you said, not like usual. Then it was reaching out for your minds, seeking them."

"We felt it," Sandy said

"I know, but before I knew what had happened, we were connected. But your mind Sandy, it was as if you were touching something inside me. It was not me pushing into your mind, it was as if you were pulling me into yours. You tapped something inside me, then suddenly Amancia was there as well. Both of you pulling me in."

"There was something in your mind that I had not felt before, something strong," Sandy said with a shiver. "But it was something I suddenly wanted."

"Very strong," Amancia agreed, "it felt like a tidal wave sweeping over me, and it made me so hot. I liked it, Rhys." she said again.

Rhys shook his head. Looking at Sandy, he could tell she was not so sure. It was apparent that she shared his concern. Rhys decided to let it go for the moment. He needed time to think about what had happened. Something was different, there were changes, a new part of him that seemed to be trying to take control. Bob had been quiet, which meant he didn't want to tell Rhys or didn't know. He would leave it for later, but that was a conversation they would have soon.

"Ok," Rhys said, giving himself a mental shake, "what are you working on?"

Amancia forced herself to focus, but the fires in her had only been banked, not put out. Pushing her mind away from thoughts of Rhys and her naked, she made herself concentrate. "Banking and finance details," she finally said, "it's incredible what you can do with a symbiote and an AI when it comes to breaking into secure computer systems."

"Not very secure from an AI?"

"Hardly, I could put a lot of people in jail with what I have found so far."

"Perhaps Later, what have you found, anything interesting?"

"Other than the world's financial system is now an open book? It's incredible, I can get into anything, private bank accounts, government central banks, I mean everything. How rich do you want to be?"

"I think we are rich enough for the moment, we don't want to draw attention to ourselves."

"Well, mainly I was looking for some kind of financial trail that might lead to the Om, they must have some way of paying their hitmen, but no luck so far."

"Excellent but let's hold off on putting people in jail, we have enough on our plates. However, I was thinking that we need some weapon experts to bring on board eventually. Perhaps there is a way to quietly acquire one or more arms manufacturers."

"What are you thinking," asked Sandy?

"We could slowly introduce the new alloys Bob is using for our weapons, the new ammunition. The military and every gun enthusiast would love to get their hands on these."

"It's a good idea. We will eventually need a public face, a legitimate business that will not draw attention to any other activities."

"That's true also, but I was thinking more along the lines of getting engineering help, but perhaps this way we kill two birds with one stone."

"Do you have any in mind," Amancia asked, "I can start looking into which ones are public? We may even be able to acquire privately held companies if we offer them enough financing."

"Let me research that," Sandy said, laughing at my surprised expression. "I actually know a few arms dealers; they love to talk about their big guns to silly girls. I can get started, and you can look over it, Rhys."

"Not those kinds of arms dealers," Rhys said, wondering what all Sandy had actually been into. She had made several comments that suggested she had been far more than a part-time hooker and dancer. "Legitimate ones, please," he said, laughing. Rhys picked up the rifle. "Before you do anything else, you will get your first lesson on how to handle this big gun," he said, holding out the gun. "Now, we just have to find somewhere to shoot."

"I have already taken care of that. Did you know we have robots that can be controlled remotely through Bob," Sandy said, pointing toward her head. "I had them install some armor plating and set up a rifle range this morning while you were sleeping off your blow job."

Rhys turned a little red at that, "Thanks," he said "for finding out about the robots and for the blow job," he added, looking at Amancia. Amancia gave him a searing look that confirmed she had enjoyed it as much as he had.

Robots Rhys thought, combat drones, heavy weapon support, and who knows what else. "This place is full of surprises," Rhys said to the girls, "we are going to need a lot more people to figure it out."

Rhys took the girls through the basics of handling the weapons. The rifles he and Bob had designed were mere advances on current weapon technology. It has been a fantastic experience using a computer in your head to turn your ideas into blueprints. As we had now agreed to call it, the fabricator had made the components last night while we ate dinner. A small amount of assembly and they were ready to test.

One innovation Rhys was particularly fond of was that disassembly and cleaning were no longer necessary. With the higher quality metal and the ammunition changes, Bob estimated that they could fire 100,000 rounds through the weapons before the parts would begin to wear. Jams were not possible, he explained, so no need to disassemble. Just point and shoot.

The rifles and pistols were a work of art though, light, simple, and very lethal. Firing at twice the normal velocity, they used a standard 5.56 NATO round in the rifles, but the bullet was twice as heavy. It left the barrel at over 2000 meters per second, almost twice as fast as a standard round. Still, there was little recoil. That meant that it hit the target with approximately three times the kinetic energy, penetrating any body armor except ours.

Because the rounds with propellant were only a third of the size of a standard cartridge, we had designed the magazines to hold 50 rounds. Bob thought we should build larger ones to increase the capacity to 100 or even 200 rounds. The weapons were lighter, weighing only 2 kg with ammunition. With my increased strength, I could easily handle a rifle much heavier.

Despite the more massive rounds, the recoil was similar to modern weapons thanks to a little innovation by Bob.

The girls looked at the rifles with trepidation. Sandy had some firearm experience, but Amancia had never handled a weapon. Safety first, I thought, and for the next hour, I took them through the standard safety course.

The girls were quick to get the hang of it. The scope was easy to use, incorporating computer-assisted sighting, and multiple light frequencies for nighttime operations and low visibility.

Amancia put the gun to her shoulder, slowly squeezing the trigger as Rhys had told her. Still, she flinched, closed her eyes, and jerked the trigger like she was mad at it.

"Nice," laughed Rhys, "you completely missed the target and the whole backstop. It's a good thing there is nothing important back there."

Amancia looked embarrassed, but this time she concentrated and tried to use her Bob. Though still immature, the symbiont was capable enough that she could feel it guiding her. The next round hit the target. She kept firing, and by the second clip, she was taking out the center.

"Nice Job," Rhys said with approval in his voice.

"Oh my, that feels good," Amancia said a little breathlessly as a sudden wave of warmth swept over her leaving her tingling. Amancia resolved to do even better, she wanted to hear that tone of approval from Rhys again.

Sandy did better to start, though she was more deliberate. Rhys watched as she seemed to think everything through carefully. She began to fire, slowly putting rounds closer and closer until she hit the center with almost every shot. By the time they had gone through a thousand rounds, they were both hitting the bullseye every time no matter how far away it was.

"

They quickly become proficient,

" Bob thought to me, "

combat is programmed into each symbiont. Even in their relatively young state, they will allow your mates to develop into warriors

."

I had quit trying to get Bob to just use their names, but to be honest, I was beginning to think of them as my "mates." The feelings seemed different though, it seemed somehow wrong to think of them in a possessive sense as though I owned them. Deciding that train of thought would get me nowhere, I picked up my own rifle and began to put it through its paces.

I found it incredibly accurate, even at high rates of fire. The tactical scopes were the best I had ever used. After firing several shots, I found that the scope seemed to interfere. I felt something in my brain shift as I brought up the tactical grid. Targets seemed to slot into my brain, ranges, movement vectors appeared in front of my eyes.

Testing I found I could zoom in and out at will, seeing the entire range. I could designate targets and could quickly shift fire. I got lost in the thrill of the new rifle and abilities. When I stopped firing and found the girls staring at me. Looking at the tac grid, I realized I had fired over 500 rounds and had demolished every target in sight.

"Just showing off," Sandy asked with a raised eyebrow?

"How did you do that," Amancia said with awe, "you were moving so fast I couldn't even tell when you reloaded."

I looked down and saw the discarded magazines around my feet. Getting over my surprise, I said, "don't worry, in another month, you will be doing the same."

He left the girls to continue practicing and went back upstairs. He needed some time to think, plan for the immediate future, at least. So far, they were just reacting to events, trying to stay alive. Now that they seemed to have a safe base of operations, it was time to start planning. In two hundred years or so, they had to get the Earth ready for an invasion by an alien race. One that only wanted to strip the planet of all its resources. Long-range planning was a luxury he didn't have right now, but he had to start somewhere.

Striking back at the Om and eradicating them was high on his list. However, there were only the three of them, and no matter how you looked at it, three were not enough. Rhys ticked off requirements in his mind. We need a science team to take apart the shuttle and reverse engineer it—a weapons team for the same purpose.

We needed intelligence gathering and a trained combat team. Amancia and Sandy were a start, but it would take more than us. Finally, they needed a plan to unite the Earth, no way we could fight off an alien invasion when we were busy fighting each other. Thinking about that just gave him a headache, so he decided to focus on the Om first.

Rhys was lost in thought when he noticed the little balls of emotions that represented Sandy and Amancia were more intense. He could sense fatigue, hunger, and heat. Strange combination, he thought, then realized they were getting nearer. Rhys was sitting in the front room of the ranch house and looked up as they came in. "Time for lunch," he asked as they walked into the room?

Sandy looked him in the eye and said, "you get your lunch right after we get what we need to grow stronger."

Sandy and Amancia shed their clothes as they walked over to Rhys, They dropped to their knees, and began pulling his cock out of his pants. He was already becoming hard, almost a pavlovian response to a woman on her knees. Sandy softly stroked him, then delicately licked at the tip, as if tasting a favorite drink.

As her mouth engulfed his cock, Rhys could feel her emotions beating softly on his mind, almost as if asking for permission to enter. "

Relax your mind, concentrate on your mate

." Rhys tried to relax his thoughts while at the same time focusing on Sandy. Something clicked inside him, and suddenly, he was awash in a sea of emotions.

Love, acceptance, need, arousal, an underlying fear was all flowing through Sandy and Amancia's minds. It was hard to separate the emotional storm he was feeling, the emotions all mixed up and a little overwhelming. Underneath it all was the person he knew as Sandy, the woman Rhys had fallen in love with before all the changes, before Bob. And Amancia, still an enigma in many ways. Also, a storm of emotions but different, softer in some way.

He briefly focused on Sandy and began to unravel the threads leading back to what had made him love her in the first place. She was special, one of those women that just took your breath away from the first moment you saw them. And despite what Bob had wrought still was. Sandy's core drew him into the vortex of swirling emotions, and he focused on her love for him, and for Amancia.

The threads of emotions led him to her desire, her need for love, and to love. And a need to please Rhys.

He could sense her arousal as she sucked on him, her mouth, tongue. Focusing on her desire and arousal, he gave them a slight nudge just like he had with Amancia. Both girls moaned, and Amancia shivered with need as she knelt beside Sandy.