Chapter 26
Innassa Runik woke up to soft sheets and an even softer bed, with strange haunting dreams she couldn't quite remember hovering on the edges of her mind, like shadows of reality, but shadows that frightened her rather than soothed. She stretched, taking a moment to revel in how good she felt; energy coursing through her and a sense of well-being, a lightness of her soul she hadn't felt in a long time despite the dreams. Sitting up, she started to call for her maid. That's when her memories came crashing in, more like nightmares of death, rape, and her world torn asunder. Her memories were vivid; her father's guards were slaughtered suddenly and ruthlessly, and blood splattered over the walls and furniture. Then, the screams of rage and pleas for mercy and terrified screams of humans torn apart by a monster that belonged in the darkest of nightmares. Then, her father pleading for his life, offering her up in return for his own life to no avail as the creature plunged its hand into his chest. Slowly, its monstrous head turned toward her; the rage in those red eyes was terrifying, more so than everything that had already happened. But it didn't come to kill but to rape her; it came for....Jerking up from the bed, she frantically looked around at a strange room, wondering where she was, until her gaze steadied on a stunning woman sitting in a chair, holding a cup in her hand. "Good morning, Innassa. Would you like some tea?" the woman said blandly, "or would you prefer something stronger?"
Innassa took a second to reorient herself, flicking through the memories that assailed her and that this time seemed like a rerun of a movie she had already seen, and knowing the ending, she was no longer scared. Strange, but she felt little fear, and nothing on her body seemed to hurt. She vaguely remembered the pain, a half man half dragon raping her, hurting her badly, the pain in her vagina and her ass unbearable, yet at the same time, she had been in a sexual frenzy, and she had screamed in pleasure. "Where am I," she asked with an uncertain fear in her voice, her eyes darting around to look for threats. Then, she focused on the woman, realizing who she was.
"I see you recognize me; I'm Sandy, remember?"
She did remember, but worse, she clearly remembered that this woman had been at the meeting with Rhys and had clearly been someone important to him—someone important to the thing she had at least thought was Rhys. Sandy didn't look threatening, but then neither had Rhys. Innassa wanted to hide, but there was nowhere to go. "Where am I?" she demanded with a quiver in her voice. Why am I here? I want to go home."
"You are safe here, Innassa; no one will hurt you. What happened to you was a mistake, and it will never happen again. Here, take this tea before it gets cold," Sandy said in a soothing voice. Then, several hundred strands of hair seemed to move on their own, wrapped themselves around the cup, and moved it to Innassa. She looked at it in alarm, and Sandy noted the flash of fear or was that terror in Innassa's eyes with just a little satisfaction. Rhys may have forgiven her and felt remorseful over what he had done, but that didn't mean she had to. After all, they tried to kill him, and Innassa would be working for her; a little fear was a good thing. "You need to replenish your fluids, drink the tea, and I will tell you everything," she said, pretending not to notice how Innassa looked at her.
Innassa hesitated a second before taking the cup, staring at the hair that seemed to be holding it. Sandy told her she was safe, and Innassa wanted to believe it. She didn't want anything to drink, and she wondered if this woman was an alien of some kind like Rhys, yet she took the cup as ordered and began to drink.
Sandy didn't say anything until Innassa had taken a sip. "First," she said as calmly as possible, "as we suggested at the meeting, you are in our quarters on Miranda, a moon orbiting Uranus. As for why you are here, well, you will be the next President of Russia, not your father."
At the mention of her father, the crushing fear returned. She remembered only too clearly her father's scream as the dragon-like thing stabbed a clawed hand into his chest, killing him. "What are you," she said fearfully, glancing at Sandy's hair. "Are you like Rhys...are you aliens?"
"Partly, yes. You don't need to be scared of us though." Sandy said again. "Only a few people know the truth, but each of us has an alien symbiont inside us. It changes our bodies, gives us superhuman strength, and other abilities, such as my hair. It's a bit of a long story, but the Drans, the alien race that gave us this technology and the symbiont to fight the Om, infected Rhys with the symbiont, but the wrong one. From what we have been able to learn, each symbiont's design is species-specific. We suspect Rhys was implanted with a symbiont meant for the Drans themselves, and it nearly killed him. The symbiont didn't know if Rhys would survive, and then I and another woman named Amancia showed up at Rhys's house in Miami Beach. The symbiont sought a way to infect another host because Rhys was dying, and through us, the symbiont discovered sex. It seems that semen and sperm are excellent transmitters of the symbiont. Sort of the ultimate STD. It also found that human pheromones can be manipulated into very, very effective aphrodisiacs. Using that knowledge, the symbiont ensured that Amancia and I were infected, but thankfully, Rhys survived after all. Since then, we have been fighting first to survive attacks by the Om and then to exterminate them from the earth.
"Am I infected?" Innassa asked quietly. Will I become part alien also?"
"Do you remember what Rhys said before your father tried to kill him? That he would fuck you on his desk and infect you with an alien symbiont?"
Innassa just silently stared at Sandy.
"So, given what happened, the answer is yes. Your body now carries an alien symbiont, and there is nothing you can do. There is no going back, not ever. On the good side, though, your life expectancy is somewhere around one hundred and fifty years from the present, and your body will return to the state it was when you were in your peak physical condition. Bio-metallic Drans materials will replace muscles and bones, and your nervous system, including your mind, will undergo a massive upgrade. In a few months, you will be smarter, stronger, and quicker than you could have imagined. You are well on your way to becoming like us. I'm not sure what Rhys did, but your symbiont is much further along in its development than usual, probably already half-sentient. At this rate, it will mature in another week.
Innassa felt numb and could not understand why she wasn't hysterical. Sandy's words, combined with her memories of the dragon-like thing, should have had her cowering in bed screaming instead of sitting here with this woman drinking tea and her mind functioning somewhat rationally. "What's going to happen to me, " she finally said. Will...will I be raped again?" Innassa asked, her voice almost quivering.
"Not raped. No. What happened at your father's place was a terrible mistake, at least for you. Rhys loved Nelya very much, and she understood that she was fighting to save the world from the scourge you know as the Om. You have seen the news, Innassa; you know the Om are coming, and if we do not fight them and win, they will devour the Earth and everything on it. Your father didn't care; he was only interested in his own power base. He didn't care about Nelya's sacrifice, and he tried to kill Rhys as well. Rhys' anger and feelings of guilt because he had not been able to save Nelya caused him to lose control of himself. What happened to you was unfortunate, but Innassa, you share equally in the blame. You did nothing when your father ordered Rhys killed, and you made no effort to stop it, and then you tried to kill Rhys as well. Yes, Rhys raped you violently, but if I had been there, you would have been dead as well," Sandy said firmly, looking Innassa in the eyes. "But you're not; now you are here with us, and we have to deal with what happened."
"I didn't want Rhys killed," Innassa blurted out fearfully. "That was all my father's actions. I didn't know he was going to do it, try and kill Rhys."
"Perhaps," Sandy said, "but you did nothing to stop it. In my eyes and Rhys', you were just as guilty as your father. However, you are still alive, and as far as we are concerned, that is all in the past."
"As to sex, Yes, you will be having sex with Rhys, a lot of it. However, there is no reason for violence, and Rhys will remain Rhys and will be a gentle lover to you. The pheromones I mentioned will make any future sex quite pleasant for you; there was never any need for the violence." Sandy let her own special chemical cocktail seep into the air between, watching in amusement as Innassa's breathing quickened and her face flushed. In another few seconds, Innassa was squirming on the bed, her thighs becoming covered with slick as she clenched them together.
Innassa felt the sudden rush of what she could only describe as pure lust, a need for sex like an animal in heat, but much more so. Her nipples were immediately hard as rocks, and she could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, making her ready to be mounted.
Sandy smiled at the reaction and the small sounds Innassa made as she squirmed on the bed in obvious need. Innassa's body was already conditioned to react to the pheromones, seeking the pleasure that had come with it despite the pain. "There, you see, just a small whiff of the hormone cocktail the symbiont whipped up, and your body can't resist. There will be no need for force, but, as I said, you will need to have sex with Rhys often to speed up the growth of the symbiont; that is not an option. And then, after that, you will want him more than any lover you might have once had." Sandy turned up the ventilation in the room and let the Pheromones fade.
