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Victoria's hands flew across the keyboard so quickly that she felt her wrists aching in protest as she started to set the program up. It was a distraction and she knew it. It was a distraction that allowed her to concentrate on what she was doing in pure technical terms as she watched the code flash over the computer in a familiar pattern that she hadn't played with in years. She licked her lips and tasted the sweat on her upper lip as she worked in the sequence she wanted and tried her best to lose herself into what she was doing as she had so many other times before. It used to be as effortless as breathing, but that was no longer the case. She could no longer just lose herself and forget about the rest of the world as she entered a zen like state that allowed her to concentrate on the pure joy of her work.

Not since he had... She stopped and her fingers faltered on the keyboard as she felt her stomach roll with a threat that she was going to bring up her lunch. She wanted to be sick, she was nearly sick. She had to stop herself by taking a deep breath through the nose and breathing it out through her lips as the familiar terror started to grow and build in her stomach. She wanted to throw up, she truly did, but she had to get through this. She had been told a dozen times she had to get over it. And it still locked her into the familiar terror and rage that she had felt that day. She lowered her trembling hands from the keyboard and looked down at the patterned letters blankly.

It had been a day of terror, pain and humiliation all rolled into one. She had taken her twelve year old daughter out for a mother-daughter day as a special treat. She'd even called Emily off of school so that they could enjoy their day together and go shopping and relax. Ever since her husband had left her things had been rocky for the girl, but it had been such a good day. Until she had arrived home and found herself shoved back against the door and a gun shoved up against her throat. It had been twelve hours of torment as she had been bound, abused, punched and raped in front of her daughter. And when she had been bleeding and broken her assailant had turned his sights on her young daughter and forced her to watch.

Victoria shoved back from the chair and stumbled to the side of her desk where she was sick. Loudly and violently sick as she had been each time she thought of it. Even today of all days, she couldn't stop the terror of what had happened to her nor the helplessness of watching her daughter nearly killed by the man's attack. Nothing would ever make it okay again. Nothing would ever make it alright. The worst had been the fact the courts hadn't found enough evidence to press charges on the man, even with her insistence that he was the one to do it. They had assured her that she had the wrong man and that he had an iron tight alibi. They had patted her shoulder and treated her like a simple girl who had no idea what had happened to her and had simply picked the wrong man.

The evidence they'd gathered in the humiliating 'rape kit' hadn't been conclusive, her ID of the man hadn't been fool proof, her daughter had been unsure. Of course Emily had been unsure, they had all but led her along to choose someone else. They hadn't been able to get any real proof and the charges were so very grave. It had steam rolled her over until she'd been left with the man walking away free and she had been left gaping in horror that they'd ever allow such a monster free on the streets again. There had been nothing she could do. Nothing she could say that would convince them that the man was the one that needed to be put away for life.

_ Bastard. His father bought him out of it._ She thought with a snarl and fought the urge to retch again. I won't let him get away with it. I can't. Not for all he did...

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Victoria stood up a bit straighter as she looked at the code on the screen and then glanced at the carefully aligned containers that various liquids were being measured out into. Her eyes hungrily watched them filling up bit by bit as the code continued to run and programmed the dosage in each one. She had never thought she would be able to agree or condone the sorts of things her former employer had done. She had interned under Dr. McNickles for years and the woman's sadistic experiments had frightened her and made her uneasy, but she had needed the job. Now it was a way for her to have her revenge. It was a way to make the bastard pay for everything he had destroyed and all that he had done to her and her daughter.

I will make you feel helpless too, you bastard. I will make you feel everything I did tenfold. I will make you cry for mercy like I did. _ She stared at the vials and swallowed roughly as she lowered her head and tried to stop her shaking. _If they won't give me justice, I will take it for myself.

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It was a promise she made to herself. A promise she made to her daughter who woke up screaming at night still and flinched at the sight of any male. It was a promise that had burrowed deep within her soul and refused to be budged. Every day in the last year had been spent waiting for this and she would not allow her fear and trauma to stop her from making a stand. She would not allow money to stand in the way of her justice.

"It's almost time, Victoria." Anne's voice was soft and sympathetic as the older woman looked up from her own computer. "I'll take care of it personally."

She had never been so grateful to see the boss she had once considered extreme and slightly insane. She had never been so grateful to hear the firm voice murmuring understanding and the agreement that she would help start things out. She couldn't be in the same room with that man, not yet, but soon. Soon it would no longer be a man in that room that held her under his sway.

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Erin winced slightly as he leaned forward and felt the metal collar around his neck bite into the skin and rub against the welts that had formed as he turned and twisted in his sleep. He didn't know how long he'd been passed out, he only knew that the moment he woke up he had done so in a state of panic as he was unable to move, unable to shift more then a few inches from the position that he was placed on his belly on a cold metal table. He swallowed and his throat felt rough and scratchy as he lifted his head up and looked around the room again. He had no clock to tell him how much time had passed since he'd woken up, but he knew that he had been awake long enough that he had worn raw marks along his wrists and neck where he'd struggled against the restraints. He knew every inch of the place and the walls that gleamed a bright, almost clinical, white.

"Let me outta here you son of a bitch!" He yelled he words out only to hear them echoing back into the room around him. He struggled and jerked against the bonds again before subsiding with a curse.

"Please stop struggling, you'll damage yourself and I would prefer not to have to piece you back together at this point." A voice crackled above him as it had the rest of the times he'd snarled out anything or truly struggled.

"What do you want from me? Why are you keeping me here? My father will hear about this! He'll destroy all of you for touching me!" He twisted to one side and was able to crane his head back to see his own naked form.

As the other times had happened, he was unable to hear any response in reply if one was given. It was merely silence as he snarled to himself and shifted his neck to ease the way the metal collar rubbed and pushed against his sensitive skin. He wanted nothing more than to get out of here and find out who was responsible for this. He had been at home relaxing with a companion, of sorts, and had woken up here. The hooker he'd bought hadn't been seen anywhere and he was relatively sure that he wasn't in the midst of some outraged pimps home or drug den. He didn't own anyone money either which way. It was infuriating to be treated this way.

"Ah, Mr. Bartlen." The voice that had came crackling from the speaker came a bit stronger from behind him as foot steps became louder. "I hope you weren't too distressed with your wait, but it's always best to wait until after the sedative has worn off before introducing any other drugs."

"Who the fuck are you?! Why the fuck am I here?" He twisted his head and the collar scraped his throat as he caught sight of his captor.

An older woman stood with her eyes hidden behind a set of wire framed glasses perched on her nose. Her dark hair was peppered with finger sized streaks of grey as she tilted her head to look at him as severely as any teacher he had had in high school. It certainly wasn't a woman that would make him look twice and it certainly wasn't anyone that he would be willing to bet who would capture him. She set down a tray and picked up a rather large looking syringe that was filled with a cloudy blue liquid all the way to the top. It was horrifyingly large when compared to the size of syringes he was used to and the woman stepped forward to tap him on the head with two fingers.

"Watch your language. Though I suppose that won't be an issue soon." The woman's lips quirked up. "It doesn't matter who I am, young man. I'm only here at the behest of an intern who you hurt quite badly. I've always been a great believer in justice and sometimes that justice isn't found in the court system. Sometimes it isn't found with judges and lawyers, is it?"

"What the hell are you talking about? Get that thing away from me, bitch!" He jerked away, but the restraints held him in place as the woman's hand moved to press against the small of his back. "I haven't hurt anyone!"

"Ahh, now that's a lie and I hate lying." The woman shook her head before something stung against his left ass cheek and he yelped out.

"GET THAT OUTTA ME!" Erin screamed as something cool spread beneath the skin and he could only imagine what she might be pumping into him.

"I think that's what my friend told you. Repeatedly." The woman's words came cold and harsh. They brought a tendril of fear through him at what was hinted at. He swallowed as the pinch on his ass became harder until he nearly felt the needle bruising him. "You're a predator. I believe that's what they call you. How many times have you been brought up on rape charges?"

"They didn't have any evidence!" He snarled the words that he had been coached to say by his family lawyers, but his only answer came when the needle was pulled free.

"Oh no, they didn't did they. Money is a wonderful thing to have. The only problem is, that money is a resource many people have. Money and friends." The woman stepped back and her lips curled up in a smile that sent a shiver down his spine. "So, since your 'friends' got you out of this problem, I am the friend that was called to take care of you. They call you a predator, so you shall be one. But one with clipped claws and tamed to be nothing more than a pet. A toy. An object."

"I didn't do anyth-AAAA..." Erin called out as a tremor rocked through his body and a cramp formed in his belly.

"I think we've had enough of these.. for now." The woman leaned over and depressed a button so that the restraints retreated from around his sore neck and arms. Only the metal rings around his ankles held, but he was able to scramble upwards as another cramp rocked through him.

He barely got his arms beneath him when he felt the cramps twisting through his stomach and he arched upwards with a ragged cry. He curled his lips back as the cool sensation from the drugs faded away to a pulsing ache that beat in time with his heart. Erin turned his head towards his captor, but she only stood with her back leaning against the door and watching. Did she intend to poison him and then watch him die? Was that her justice? He groped for any connection he could make. How many women had he had his way with? The bitches all wanted it anyway, too fucking stuck up to want to do things in any interesting way he had to make them. They still enjoyed it. He knew they did.

The thoughts were driven away as he felt his back arching in a spasm and he peeled his lips back in a hoarse cry. His teeth ached and his tongue arched upwards as something happened along his tongue. He arched it up to touch his tongue tip against the roof of his mouth, but he felt it flattening. The edges of his tongue grew broader and his lips felt swollen as he went cross eyed and watched as something like a muzzle started to push outwards from his face. He let out a muted cry just as his aching teeth curved down and felt the shape starting to change as the curved. The tip grew slender and dull as they brushed against his tongue and the pad of his nose started to flatten and turn outwards.

It made him jerk back and nearly fall off the table, only his bound ankles held him in place as a hint of gold fur started to blossom along one of his hands and he jerked it up to watch as the fur sprouted and spread along the back of his arm. His fingers curled slightly downwards and he tried to stiffen them out, but he couldn't. His breathing came out short and faster as the bones ached as they shifted shape and became smaller and shorter than before. The underside of his finger didn't have fur, but a pad started to rise up as his fingernail melted in a roll of fur leaving short stubby toes. It wasn't until he jerked his other hand up that he realized that a similar change had happened to his other hand. His thumbs were even pulling upwards and shrinking as he tried to wiggle and move them.

"Oh there there, dear, don't act so shocked. After all, a predator should have a fitting body." The woman's voice mocked Erin and he turned his head to snarl a curse at her.

A rough yowling sound broke free from his lips and snarled out louder then he expected. His lips bristled and whiskers sprang out as the older woman moved her hands up to rub right along the edge of his ears. He tried to jerk away, but her touch followed as he felt the changes sliding upwards along his forearms. His bones shafted as and joints popped as his arms became stiffer and larger boned. The fur rolled all the way up towards his shoulders and he was forced to lean forward on them as his back started to ache. Through it all the fingers teased and massaged along his ears, the gentle sensation teased right over the sensitive lobes that felt flushed with heat that he couldn't control. At first he wanted it to stop and jerked his changing his head while his eyes started to blur and his face elongated to fit the muzzle that had sprouted.

As his scout tingled and he jerked his clawless paws down against the table he felt a shivering of pleasure as the gentle fingers rubbed the rim of his ear. He knew something was happening to them, he knew it in the way they felt hot and sound was starting to sharpen, but the fingers caressing them made it feel more sensitive. He dropped his jaws down and moaned out as the thumb brushed behind his ear and the sound came drawn out and plaintive as his stomach tightened with pleasure. He knew that his chest was changing, he knew that his hips were popping and cracking with sharp aches and pains, but the feel of the fingers on his ears had him pushing his head to one side as parts low on his stomach began to react and grow stiffer with pleasure.

"You like that, hmm? Good, I was hoping that modification would work well. We want you wanting it, don't we?" The woman's voice was almost a croon and Erin flattened his ears before jerking them down to the side. The fingers followed and tickled lightly along the edge of the ear so that he could feel his hardened shaft rubbing against his belly.

His belly, which felt like it was covered with fine velvety fur. He blinked and pinned his ears down flat as he tried to look down. His vision was still blurred, but it was sharpening, but not like it used to be. The colors were strange and mixed up, the world was flatter, but the sight of the woman moving was sharper then it should have been. He blinked his eyes several times before he was able to look at his chest and belly. He shoved himself up and spied the fur that spread downwards as his ribs changed shape and pushed outwards. But the fur was still thin and incomplete. Before his eyes he felt a tremor as firm nubs pushed from the flesh on either side just below his nipples. They rose up as taut little blushes of flesh as the fur grew thicker around them, but left them bare. Beneath the first pair another grew and another.

He lost sight of the fourth pair, but it was only because he had to roll to his side as the woman released the hold on his ankles. Erin nearly fell writhing to the floor, but one of her hands moved and gripped something that was pushing outwards from his back. The moment the warm fingers closed around the appendage he cried out in shock as it felt like electricity rippling down his hide. He lost sight of his belly as the fingers pulled and squeezed around whatever was pushing from him. He had to tear his view away from his elongating legs and twisted around to see a beige golden tail forming from the small of his back. The woman was stroking and rubbing along the edges of the tail, but it wasn't just the sight of his body growing a tail that made him groan out.

The fingers pulled and massaged the growing muscles so that he could feel the blood flushing through his body with an unmistakable result. His ears trembled and felt hot and, to his utter humiliation, the nipples along his belly perked and hardened from the midst of the fur. He could feel the precum drooling along his cock as he panted and arched his hips back to feel the fingers pulling again as the tail grew longer and the touch trailed all the way towards the tip. He knew he was scared, but the touch seemed to cause his skin to feel as if it were on fire. It was almost akin to feeling someone working over his cock, but far far sweeter. He moaned out and arched his hips back into the touch of the fingers as they trailed right along the tip of the tail and then moved down to stroke hand over hand from the base to the tip.

_Oh god.. what is she doing to me. Th-that shouldn't feel this good. _ He squeezed his eyes shut and rolled his hips forward and didn't even try to stop the plaintive moan that spilled from his throat.

Erin nearly came the moment the woman's hand slipped along his chest and rubbed along the nubs of his nipples. He'd never really thought of his nipples as an erogenous zone, that was for a woman, but the fingers that danced over them made him arch his back. His cock pulsed hotly and splattered the table beneath him as he rolled onto his side and let out a series of soft plaintive noises. It humiliated him to know that he was prostrating himself at the woman's side so that she would continue touching him, but at the same time the foreign sensations turned everything in his head upside down. He was left panting and rocking his hips in short shallow thrusts. It was only when he realized that the thrusts weren't reaching as high that he shot his head up.

His cock felt sensitive, horribly sensitive and he felt nearly ready to lose control entirely, but that wasn't the only reason he had jerked up. He stared in horror as his cock was retreating and pulling back. He lifted his hind leg and trembled as he tried to ignore the rubbing of his tail and was forced to watch as his cock tip grew slender and small. The foreskin rolled up along it and grew plumper so he could barely see the peeking head from between the lips. The true fear came when he watched the folds forming along either side and nestling back against the skin of his loins. The orbs that had been his bride and joy tensed up between his legs and suddenly the hand on his tail caressed in a smooth steady stroke as the hand on his chest tweaked one of his nipples.

Erin yowled out a sound that came out more of a roar then any moan he had released. The balls pulled up tight and melted into his body as his body jerked and twitched against the table. The orgasm rolled through him in waves as he could feel the wetness dribbling along the inside of his loins while he rocked his hips forward in slow movements. His breath came out in harsh heavy sounds as he rolled his hips forward in the instinctive need to drive himself as deep as he could despite not being touched there. The instincts flared through him and suddenly he could feel the pulsing clenching movements between his legs as he trembled and the wetness coated his inner thighs with a slightly sweet scent. It only lasted a handful of breaths, but as the hand left his chest and tail he dropped down shuddering on his side.

When Erin opened his eyes he blinked dazedly down the line of his golden furred body and flattened his... her ears down along her head. She stared at her own belly and lower where the fur was damp and a set of soft folds rested where she had once boasted a set of balls and a hefty cock. Her lips spread open and the lioness screamed out a roar of horror before lunging upwards to stare at the still quivering outer lips. Her stomach twisted in knots as she realized that she was feeling the internal muscles clenching and relaxing as they attempted to milk something that wasn't there. The horror made the world tilt dizzily around her until a voice snapped out from the door.

"I wonder if I should show you the 'mercy' you gave me and my daughter, you bastard!" Erin jerked her head and cringed at the hauntingly familiar face that glared at him. The rage in the woman's eyes seared through her as it had at the police station. Only now, she felt no desire to laugh and feel secure that she had the upper hand. The lioness had no hands at all.

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"You can call me if you can't handle..." Anne trailed off as Victoria moved a hand up to grip her mentor's forearm. Her cheeks still felt wet from her tears and she gave her head a shake.

"I can do it, th-thank you for helping me. I know that this isn't something I would have ever thought..." She trailed off and the doctor gave her a quick tight hug.

"The world is a wicked and cruel place, Victoria, sometimes we must do what we need to do to know that justice is found there. " Anne gave a bit of a shake of her head. "I'll take care of the boy's family and his disappearance. Just be careful. And please... take care."

Victoria could only nod as she watched Anne step back with a final wave and leave the make shift lab towards the outside where the sound of chuffing tigers and rumbling lions could be heard. She had worked with the wild cat park for years, it was her passion and life. As a little girl she had always loved this place and now she was in charge of their veterinary program. Now she had a way to get the revenge that she craved, the justice she wanted. She turned her eyes back to the examination room and the video link that showed the pacing trembling lioness that occasionally sat down and stared blankly at the wall or snarled and rammed the door desperately.

She couldn't be near the man before. Anne had had to be the one to take care of the change. The sight of him sent a shiver down her spine, but not the terror. She had worked with big cats most of her adult life. This was just another lion. And one that deserved everything she had planned for her. She would know every humiliation that Victoria and her daughter had suffered tenfold. And there would be no mercy. None at all.