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"For the last time, LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Professor Hathaway screamed from the hospital bed she was chained to. A dozen people in white coats milled about several observatory stations in front of a large one-way mirror. "They said my bill was CLEAN! What the fuck do I have to do in order to get out of here!?"

Behind the glass stood a large brown bear in a black suit standing next to an otter wearing a white lab coat. They looked into the room at the squirrel chained to the bed.

"Her medicals come back clean. There is no trace of Subject 1412." said the otter.

"So there's nothing out of normal range, then." the bear replied.

"Nothing."

"Good... and who knows this?"

"No one but her immediate medical observers. I have taken care of her file personally. I know you want her for the Tarantula Project."

"Excellent work, Doctor."

"Thank you, Professor. With Hathaway's ordeal on video, we can use her for the project with very little questions asked."

"Good. Good... If we keep this under wraps, people will just assume that the mutations were induced by the escaped Subject. And since he's not around for anyone to prove otherwise, no one can contest the claim..."

"I shall make the preparations for the Tarantula Project to go live within the week, Professor."

"Excellent..."

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Deep within the confines of Site 24, a weary leopard girl makes her way through the stone corridors of the Facility. She suddenly stopped, jarring the three armed guards that followed, each bearing tranquilizer guns, walking with their weapons at the ready. Marie had suddenly stopped to keep herself from stumbling. Shivers ran rampant down her spine, and she was growing increasingly flushed.

"Move along." said one of the guards, prodding her with his weapon. Marie was used to this sort of treatment. She was a police officer, not unlike her guards, once upon a time. However, she gave that up long ago. Four long years ago.

Born with an athletic body and quick reflexes, she capitalized on her natural gifts when she took an interest in fencing during her school years. Competing in both the Sabre and Épée categories, Mari won several awards at both the regional and national levels from the National Fencing Association. She got into college on an athletic scholarship, but unfortunately, Marie struggled with the maths and sciences. Ironic, she considered, that now she worked for an organization that operated under maths and sciences that she had no hope of ever comprehending. Hell, she didn't even understand all that had been done to her. Little did she know, that's exactly how the Facility preferred their test subjects. Unaware, and unable to comprehend.

Deciding to go into law enforcement, Marie excelled in the police training academy. Far away from the theorems and formulae of academia, Marie found a niche in the physical rigors of training. There were no labs, no worksheets, no chalkboards full of numbers and greek letters asking her questions that would take her hours to figure out. No. There was only the Law. What was right, and what was wrong. Unsurprisingly, Marie also continued her fencing career as an extracurricular in the academy.

Marie graduated top of her class and was soon integrated into the police force. She gained a minor fame as being one of the fastest runners on the force after running down a number of subjects in chases that other officers were unable to keep up with.

During her fourth year of service, Marie found herself engaged in a confrontation. A warning shot fired from her gun ricocheted off of a lamppost behind her target and ended up wedged into the assailant's spine, crippling him for life. After a lengthy court case against a deceptively cunning lawyer, the judge ruled Marie guilty of attempted murder. Marie was disbarred from the police force and labeled as a felon. She was sentenced to six years in prison.

After her eighth month in a low-security penitentiary, Marie was visited by a strange old bear in a black suit. He asked for a moment of her time and explained that him and his associates were intrigued by her history. The bear had apologized for her situation, claiming he sympathized with her plight. Then he had said he was in the business of second chances. He offered her a job working security for a government organization calling themselves only "The Facility" under something called Authority Forty-Six X-Ray.

She eagerly accepted the offer, glad that her history in the service would be able to let her get back to what she enjoyed doing: law enforcement. If she knew then what she knew now, she would have taken the death penalty before signing that contract. She was reinstated into the Facility Security Service, and given a room, board, and a small paycheck to garner whatever creature comforts she could have shipped in, for she was not allowed to leave Facility grounds unless escorted. Even then, she carried her felonious stigma.

After nine months in the Security Service, she was approached again. Once more the bear in the suit came before her with a paper and a proposal. He informed her that she had been selected as the prime candidate for something called the Gladius Project. He explained that it was an experiment in enhancing natural abilities of Security personnel to better suit the needs of the Facility. As well as outfitting them with experimental weaponry and given unique training.

Marie was fascinated, but refused the offer. She did not want to be experimented on. She'd seen the monsters the Facility kept under lock an key. Heard the rumors of the experiments on people. Marie wanted to just do her job until her sentence was over. This was when the suited bear got stern.

He informed her that she was in no position to refuse. Refusal to partake in the Facility's experiments when she was such a prime candidate for the procedure was in breach of her contract. Refusal of the experiment would result in her immediate return to prison and an indefinite extension to her sentence for breach of contract. Marie was trapped, the bear once again sighting Authority Forty-Six X-Ray. Marie would come to absolutely loathe those words.

It was with a heavy heart that Marie signed away her rights with little other choice. She could see the sadistic grin in the bear's face when she slid her new contract back toward him. The next few weeks were a venerable blur of medical procedures and checkups before she was finally wheeled into an operating room.

When she next woke up, she was covered in scars. Her fur hid them well to the sight, but she could feel them. Surgical scars and bandages were her life for weeks afterward. Then came the physical therapy. The operations and gene therapy injections has altered her completely. Her muscles were denser, her bones were stronger. Her brain was altered even, as her reflexes were almost instant. One hidden blessing, she found, was that her metabolism was drastically increased. It was on that day that Marie vowed never to touch a wheat cracker again. If only she could find blessings like that in her current predicament...

Mari heaved a sigh as she walked through the corridor before turning down toward a small office door. Mari knocked and heard a familiar voice answer. "Come in." it said.

The leopard girl opened the door and stood at straight attention in front of the brown desk of a black-suited bear. "Marie McRowlan reporting as ordered, Professor Garron." The black-suited bear looked up from his desk, gazing at the group from over his thin spectacles. He gestured with a massive, brown-furred paw. "Leave us." he said to the security personnel. They regarded him suspiciously, "Sir?"

"Under Authority Forty-Six X-Ray, leave my office. You are not at a high enough security clearance to overhear this discussion. Wait outside until you are sent for."

"Rodger, sir."

Marie did her best not to show any emotion as the security personnel left and closed the door behind them, despite the fact that every fiber of her being wanted to tear up. The only thing she could not stop herself from doing was trembling. She knew what was coming next, and she did not want to face it. But she did not want to give that particular satisfaction to the Professor. The door was soundproofed for the exact reason of making sure no one outside could overhear anything that went on within. Even screams...

"So... what happened?" Professor Garron asked, leaning forward in his chair as he propped his elbows up on his wooden desk. Marie spoke with as detached a manner as she could muster. "I was deployed to engage and capture Specimen 1412."

"I'm aware of that Subject 072." The Professor said. Marie cringed at the title. It was how the Facility viewed her after the experiments. A test subject. Not as Marie McRowlan. Not as a person. She was no longer someone, but something. No name, but a number. She felt more than a hint of sympathy for her escaped quarry. Alexander had wanted to be called by his name, too.

"I was inquiring as to why exactly Specimen1412 escaped this facility?"

"He was help-"

"IT was helped." said the Professor sternly. "It was helped, by a data analyst! A Class B personnel, who walked right up and dispatched you with less difficulty than she probably has picking out an evening dress!"

"My attentions were focused on-"

"Silence!" yelled the Professor. "You've put the entire effectiveness of the Gladius Project into question, and your very purpose in jeopardy!"

"I-"

"I said SILENCE!" the professor bellowed. He was free to be as loud as he wanted. No sound would escape the small confines of his office. As a lead scientist, Professor Garron was OS level Five authority, and beyond regulatory surveillance requirements. Nothing would leave the room without his express allowance.

Marie did as she was told, and stayed silent. She did not move a muscle, save for the trembling, which she found herself increasingly unable to control.

"You are going into probationary observance, Subject Zero Seven Two." the Professor said. "You let Specimen 1412 get away, and then you lead your team right into a Protectorate ambush. Your skills are to be reevaluated and your effectiveness is under scrutiny."

Marie stayed silent under the verbal barrage. The Professor was agitated enough that he rose from his seat.

"I'll be blunt so that even you'll be able to wrap your head around this, Zero Seven Two: Fuck up one more time, and it's strike three. The experiment will be deemed a failure, The Gladius Project will Terminated, and you will be Liquidated under Authorty Forty-Six X-Ray. The only reason you're still here is that the Protectorate was either not smart enough or just didn't care enough to steal the Gladius! Do you understand, Subject?"

"Yes, sir." Marie said.

The brown bear looked at her sternly, before sitting back down. He heaved a sigh of relief before sitting back into his chair. "Good. I'll not have your ineptitude ruining my experiments. This project has already made leaps in the fields of both biointegration enhancement and neosteel research. Just to have your incompetence ruin everything I have worked for...." The bear shook his head. "If you have nothing else, get out of my sight, you useless leopard."

Marie stood before the desk as the Professor looked up and smiled evilly. The trembling snow leopard could not hide her condition any more. The look on the bear's face made it painfully clear that he knew very well that there was more. "S-Sir?" Marie choked out. "There is one thing..." she managed.

"Yes, what is it?" the bear said, cracking a smile.

The snow leopard held out her paw. It was trembling furiously despite her efforts to make her muscles sit still. A fire started to heat up within her, as if her veins themselves started to itch. "T-T-The medical bay has kept me busy since coming back..." The bear maintained his malicious smile, "Yes, and?"

"I-I-It has been over twenty four hours since..." Marie trailed off, the fire within her growing every second. "My last Serum injection." she said after a great effort.

"Oh yes, I'd almost forgotten." said Professor Garron in a tone that made if very clear that he had not, indeed, forgotten. He pushed his chair back, opened one of his desk drawers, and withdrew a small black plastic case. Marie's blood throbbed as she saw the case. She knew what lie within.

Serum was a control drug. It gave no high, and took massive quantities to be overdosed on. However, the substance, once taken, was highly addictive. It was one of the ways the Facility chose to keep a leash on select projects. Marie had many opportunities to escape the Facility. She could easily dispatch guards and run away if she wanted. However, on the outside world, she would never be able to procure any Serum. It was the Serum that kept her obedient to Professor Garron and the Facility. Professor Garron, as an OS Level Five, was one of the only people able to give Marie her fix.

Marie's heart skipped a beat when she heard the clasps unlock from the case and saw a glimpse of the white Serum within. The Professor worked tortuously slow as he filled a syringe with the Serum, and placed the rest back in his desk. He looked at the snow leopard, who stood trembling harder than she ever had with both anticipation and withdrawal. She longed for relief, and it was Professor Garron who was going to give it to her. Marie, however, did not move a muscle. She did not want the consequences of breaking protocol and walking up to the desk to be injected. She would wait for instructions from Professor Garron. Failure to do so would result in her being dragged away to a holding cell to wait out her withdrawal effects until all of it was out of her system, and then the drug would be forcibly administered again. It was a long, slow, agonizing process that Marie had only had the courage to endure once before.

"Why do you think I should give this to you, Subject? You certainly didn't earn it... maybe I should just let you purge for a while before giving it to you..." Professor Garron said sadistically.

Marie's eyes went wide. "N-N-No!" she let herself say before regaining control of herself, "P-Please, Professor..." she pleaded as the fire within her blood continued to build.

Professor Garron set his free hand to fumble beneath his desk. Marie heard a telltale zipper being unzipped before the professor gestured her over. "Come around the desk, Subject."

Marie did as she was told, her heart pounding in her chest as she circled around to find the Professor sitting in his chair. One paw held the syringe full of Serum, his other paw lifted his bear genitals out from the confines of his pants. He stroked along his sheath, eliciting his sizable bruin cock to emerge and form to its fullest extent. Marie stood stoically. "Y-Y-Yes, P-Professor." she said coldly, her trembles making her stutter.

Marie remembered the first time the Professor gave her her Serum injections in much the same manner. "I can do anything I want, Subject." he'd said. "I am the Head Professor of Project Gladius and as such, I am authorized to give you any punishment I deem necessary to ensure your cooperation under Authority Forty-Six X-Ray." There it was again. Forty-Six X-Ray. Marie's heart had sank. Forty-Six X-Ray had taken almost everything from her, and yet it still wanted more.

"Here, let me help you..." the Professor said as he brought the needle close and pressed on the plunger. Marie watched helplessly as her relief dripped onto Professor Garron's erect member. "Better hurry before it soaks into my clothes, Subject." the Professor said as he maintained his smile. He enjoyed watching Marie squirm as she battled with her desire for the serum, and her revulsion to sink so low. "Of course, if you'd rather be taken to the Purging Hold Cell..." the Professor said as he reached for the intercom.

"N-N-No!" Marie stammered out. "I-I...I'll do it..." she said defeatedly as she approached the bear. She knelt down before him, gazing at the Serum that trickled down his erect shaft and pooled in his groinfur. She knew that every second she wasted was less serum in her system until her next dose. She took a deep breath and almost choked on the bear's musk before she stuck out her tongue and started licking at the trailing beads of serum.

Professor Garron sighed contentedly as the warm wetness of the snow-leopard's tongue set to running along his exposed shaft. Marie felt a twinge of relief as the fire receded a bit with every lick. Soon, she'd lost herself in anything but the relief. She payed no mind to the cock she was sucking as her entire focus was on easing the fire within her blood as it was extinguished lick after lick. However, Professor Garron soon grew impatient. "Well what are you waiting for?" he said as he put his hand behind the snow-leopard's head and pushed the length of his bear meat into her mouth.

Marie gagged at the fleshy intrusion, her throat muscles contracting only serving to spur the bear on as he bucked his hips a bit, fucking the feline's mouth. It was harder to concentrate on the Serum relief while her mouth was being violated. The hand on the back of her head meant she got very little relief from the meaty intruder that plowed away at her throat. Her barely stifled gags milked the bear's cock as he bucked his hips at an increasing rate.

The leopard girl sucked like clockwork. It was not the first or the last time she would have to endure such treatment. She tried to show no emotion, not wanting to give Professor Garron the satisfaction.

It was when Marie began to choke that she felt the throbbing bear meat in her mouth erupt in a sticky warm mess as Professor Garron shot his load into Marie's mouth. She began to cough and sputter as Professor Garron withdrew his member and looked down. "Don't you dare spill any of that, Subject. You still have half a syringe left."

Marie caught her breath and looked up. The bear's words were true. Her ordeal was not over. "W-W-What d-do I have t-to do?" Marie asked, though she fully knew the answer.

"Remove your suit." the bear commanded.

Marie started to peel the neosteel mesh body armor she wore. It was skintight and lightweight to allow free range of movement, but the neosteel mesh fibers provided more protection than most other types of body armor.

"No." said the professor. "That's too fast. Do it... slowly." he said.

Marie felt the tears well up as she slowly removed her suit, watching the bear's member become erect again. However, she refused to let him see her cry. She knew from experience that it only spured the bear on. "Come over here." he commanded.

Marie did as she was told. "You'll get this," Professor Garron said as he placed the half-filled syringe in the drawer, "When you earn it."

Marie nodded. She knew what the Professor wanted. She walked over with little regard to the Professor's eyes roaming her naked body. He leaned his chair back, and stroked his cock as he watched the approaching leopardess.

Marie stepped over the bear, putting one foot through the arm rest, and then the other, straddling the large bear. Professor Garron reached up and rubbed Marie's exposed sex, watching her trembling increase as waves of pleasure she did not want to feel added to the fire raging within her body. Once he was satisfied with her slick nether lips, he moved his hand and pressed her downward onto his waiting cock. Marie felt her pussy being invaded, adding the final nail to make her violation complete. She openly cried.

"Now..." the bear said as he lifted a paw to the snow leopard's chin. "Make some noise for daddy..."

Marie began to moan. She moaned in ways so lewd to make a porn actress blush, knowing that if she did not put on a good performance, Professor Garron would only withhold the serum from her. She moaned and screamed as she was fucked by the Professor, the tears raining down onto the bear's chest, though she knew he very much enjoyed that. Her tears became sobs as she continued to try to moan in faux pleasure, the bear beneath her dragging her again and again onto his cock as he pumped into her.

It seemed an eternity before the bear's pants became a groan as his balls emptied themselves into the leopardgirl. Professor Garron buried his face into Marie's chest as he climaxed into her. He fully relaxed as he gave a small chuckle. "I knew there was a reason I chose you, Subject. I can think of no better candidate for Project Gladius..." he said, with the exact same tone he'd used years ago.

Marie felt utterly ashamed as she held out her arm for the Professor to inject her with the rest of the Serum.

"You're dismissed, Subject Zero Seven Two."

Marie put her clothes back on and hastily left the room. She was escorted all the way back to her own room, where she closed and locked the door. Discarding her suit, she headed straight for the shower, as she always did. She turned the water on the highest heat setting. She climbed in, giving no regard to the scalding pain. She collapsed in the corner of her shower, her sobs echoing in the tile bathroom as she tried to sear away the shame and torment. She cried and cried until she could cry no more.

She wanted to scrub and scrub until she was certain she'd washed the misery away. But she'd learned the first time, no amount of lather and rinsing would make her feel any better. Five bottles of soap was too expensive to waste every day. She settled for the searing hot water. The physical pain gave her something to concentrate on. Something to block out everything else. It was almost a blessing the way the scalding took her mind off of everything else.

Eventually, the tears subsided, and her nerves worked themselves until she could not feel the pain anymore. It was then that Marie slept, the leopard girl passing out under the hot shower, her mind mercifully taking her to the numb blackness away from everything she wanted to get away from.