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Jane Bound
Secrete Agent of F.E.M.M.E.
0069 Licensed to Thrill
Origins:
Sneaking passed the imposing barb wire topped fence; the agent for the
Federal Enforcement Multi- Municipal Elite squad was able to defeat
completely the Hi-Tec security system. The Infra red sensors, the motion
detection cameras, the well hidden traps, one by one each successfully
by passed. Undetected and unnoticed he was finally approaching his goal.
The huge home was empty and dark, surveillance showing no signs of
occupancy this evening. The owner, primary occupant, and suspected user
of illegal magics and science
Having been briefed extensively and having seen photos of the commanding
ominous Lady that lived here, the agent was using every bit of his
training, skills, and natural abilities to fulfill his mission.
Remembering the briefing panel he sat before the previous evening, the
case manager reminding him of how dangerous the Lady was suspected of
being. He was on his own if captured, no rescue would be forthcoming.
He recalled the faces of the briefing team, all cold calculating men,
except of course the violet eyed stenographer taking notes.
His mission was to infiltrate the home, find the hidden laboratory and
gather evidence that would be used to become a case for government
prosecutors.
Not an easy task, but having accomplished many similar, successfully,
he was not concerned about this one. Just another petty scientist, just
another criminal, he would do his job and remove another nefarious
suspect from the wanted list.
At the back door, a servant's entrance possibly, delivery door perhaps,
less secure, less protected and easily entered. With his starlight
goggles in place, he moved silently through the darkened hallways.
Following the diagram the stenographer had placed with his briefing
notes, he moved quickly through the large dwelling.
His route began by ignoring the guest and employee's rooms, then through
the large living room and finally down the difficult to find stairwell at
the back of the home.
Three flights of stairs, leading down, Ending up before a large steel
door, with its numeric keypad illuminating the area. Attaching the code
descrambler he was soon able to determine the proper sequence and keyed
in 696969666.
With a pneumatic hiss the large door rose up and disappeared into the
ceiling. Darkness so complete his goggles were unable to show him any
images, he stepped slowly into the room. As he crossed the threshold a
blinding light suddenly struck him, his goggles magnifying the glare to
such a searing intensity his eyes burned and he was instantly rendered
blind. Taking another staggering step, he spun towards a voice...
"Good evening...."
Staggering, he flailed his hands out in front of himself, assuming a
defensive posture expecting an attack. He waited poised to strike,
silence so unbearable, unable to hear anything but his own wildly racing
heartbeat, and harsh breathing. Unable to see, swirls of light dancing
across his eyes even though they were now closed tightly. Quickly
reaching up he threw the betraying goggles away into the searing bright
empty space before him.
He swiveled his head slowly from side to side trying to catch whisper of
any sound from his unknown adversary. Moving slowly away from the
direction he had first heard the voice.
Suddenly from behind him the voice spoke again, "Welcome to my home, to
what do I owe the pleasure?"
He spun again, over balancing and falling. Scrambling back, he could go
no further as he crashed into an unseen steel wall. Where was she? She,
yes it was a female voice, cold and soft, but none the less Female. Who
was she? The owner was supposed to be gone for the evening.
Again she spoke, the words still soft, almost as though they hissed from
between clenched teeth. "I said ... to what do I owe this pleasure? Why
have you entered my home little man?"
The starburst of light and the pain that caused his eyes to burn and
water slowly began fading; blinking trying to clear them he searched the
glare in the direction of the voice.
Suddenly there was darkness in the searing illumination. A shadow coming
towards him, large, towering, not blocking the light but rather absorbing
it. Unable to see, unable to defend himself, he threw up his hands.
Feeling massive strong hands encircle his wrists then began lifting him,
higher, his feet no longer touching the floor. Swaying and twisting in an
impossibly strong grip. Suddenly two cold bands of metal snapped about
his wrists locking into place and he was unceremoniously dropped to the
floor. Rolling over while straining to hear, he could make out loud
hammer like clicks as if footsteps in shoes were striding heavily across
the floor.
"I am a federal officer; my team will be here any moment," he shouted at
the receding footfalls.
"Did you hear? You are in serious trouble Lady, let me out of here now!"
he yelled again.
Silence, then a slow low laugh rising in timbre and volume until it
filled the room.
"Little man, you entered my home. Then you threaten me. We shall see
which of us is in serious trouble indeed," her voice shook the confines
of the steel room. The sound echoing as if from all directions at once,
confusing and disorientating. He tried to jump to his feet when he heard
a second sound, heard it and felt it as it began filling him, crushing
him. Then the blessed Darkness closed in once again as he slid down the
wall.
Like white capped waves racing ahead of the Bay of Fundy Tide,
consciousness came crashing back into his brain. Sight, sounds, taste,
cranial re-boot switch thrown and activity going from zero to sensory
overload instantaneously.
The cold air blowing across his skin, the coldness of a metal table
against the bare skin of his back and legs, metal pressed against and
holding secure wrists and ankles. Bright lights overhead, seven bright
lights above him arrayed in a circular fashion, a halo of illumination.
The anti-septic smell of disinfectant and cleaners mixed with various
odors of chemicals and unknown materials.
While unable to move from his secured spread eagle position he was able
to turn his head seeing the cold green tiled walls, the concrete floor
with the large recessed floor drain and the stainless steel doorway with
an opaque window. Slowly recollections of the previous evening returned
and sorted themselves into a coherent pattern that he could try to make
sense of. He was in an operating room, obviously he had not been rescued?
Had he been injured?
What was happening?
He swallowed trying to get moisture back into his mouth, tried to form
words and call out, though nothing more than a harsh croak of sound
escaped his lips. Pulling and trying to escape his restraints, his mouth
working calling for someone to hear him to tell him what was happening.
"Good morning, the little man has finally woken up," Words spoken in a
well modulated soft spoken woman's voice. He heard the cheerful words and
with them he came to full realization of where he was and what had
befallen him. She had captured him and he was now a prisoner in her lab!
He collapsed his head back against the cold metal bed realizing the
futility of pulling against the solid metal bands securing him. Closed
his eyes and shivered involuntarily at the coldness suddenly seeping
through him.
Opening his eyes once again he looked about and now could see her
standing above him, a white lab coat draped over her, nothing worn
beneath except sheer red lingerie. She moved around the bed, closer to
his head until she was looking down into his eyes.
Her eyes were large and a mesmerizing violet color, she was huge in
stature yet moved with the power and grace of a professionally trained
athlete.
He swallowed again, forcing himself to continue looking into those eyes;
he could not recall from where, but was certain he had seen eyes like
those before. He strained to get proper words out, knowing that his
survival might depend on her understanding.
"I will not give you any information, not matter how much you torture me,
you had better release me and not get yourself into any more trouble," he
said.
The sound of his own voice was harsh and raspy to his ears.
He blinked in surprise as those Violet eyes widened further and a smile
tugged at the corners of her full scarlet lips.
"You have made a wrong assumption, and therefore drawn an incorrect
conclusion, little man," she said.
"You have no information I need, so in fact there is no need to inflict
any type of torture."
"You are simply here to assist me in my latest experiment, when we are
done you shall me free to go," she said in an almost hypnotic voice.
She placed an incredibly long bright red enameled finger nail against the
base of his throat and then slowly pressed it into his skin drawing it
along his flesh as she moved back down the length of the table. Following
his breast bone, down over his abdominal muscles, then stopping and
holding it still just below his navel. Almost as if she was performing a
manicured autopsy, cold, clinical, complete with medical detachment.
He could feel his maleness shrink and contract, telling himself it was
because of the cold air blowing from vents over his skin, and not the icy
fear that had suddenly begun racing through his veins.
"What are you going to do? He asked. He was ashamed at the almost
pleading frightened tone his voice had taken.
"We are going to try a little something I have been working on," she
replied in the same soft tone, finger nail still pressed against his
flesh.
"A little experiment involving DNA manipulating, gene splicing, and
chemical cocktails.
"A little dose of concentrated X-ray isotopes, a small degree of
physiological manipulation, Plutonium and Promethium enhanced estrogen
from Felis Catus and Pantera Pardus. All controlled and applied using a
software program of my own invention. It should really be quite fun and
amazing," she said.
"You can't do that to me; put that stuff in me, I am a man, and a Federal
agent!" he yelled at her.
Placing her face once again close to his, he heard her whisper into his
ear,
"In fact I can, and technically when we are complete you may no longer be
human, perhaps you will no longer even be male."
"If I ever get out of her I will track you down! I will make you pay!" he
cried.
"Oh I may have forgotten to mention a few brain modifications as well,
you will be a predator or completely docile, you will be genius and I am
afraid a little capricious, bubble headed if you will, You will be many
things, but most of all you will be mine!"
The last words spoken with almost a growl.
He strained against his bonds, desperation lending strength to his
muscles as he struggled for his freedom. Watching wide eyed as she moved
closer taking a large syringe and placing the needle tip against a
pulsating vein in his arm and pushing it in. He stared, trembling as she
pressed the plunger and a glowing green fluid began to flow into his
veins.
His struggles weakened, as lethargy began taking over from adrenaline,
collapsing back upon the metal. His eyesight began fading, as darkness
closes in from the edges of his vision. Like a circle collapsing, light
disappearing, and then complete darkness once again.
Once again consciousness returned, this time not as a rushing overloaded
opening of the senses, but rather in stealth mode. A slowly, ebb and flow
of thoughts, a gradual awakening of the mind. Almost conscious but also
blurred and indistinct around the edges, as if looking through a steam
covered window.
He tried to sit up only to realize that he was still secured. Locked
tight, wrists and ankles, with an additional strap across his forehead,
unable to lift his neck or move his head.
His body felt numb, he could engage muscles and feel the slightest of
responses and shift himself a bit from side to side, but as if his body
had fallen asleep and yet to reawaken, everything felt numb and
unresponsive.
The bright lights were gone, dim and dull, silent and still. Nothing to
hear, nothing to see, but that which caused his eyes to open wide in
shock, and forced him to stare above.
Suspended upside down inside a glass container hung a form. A woman,
smallish in stature and she was bound to a suspended length of metal
planking.
She hung at a height of about four feet above him looking down into his
eyes. Hers eyes were an emerald green accented with large black slit
pupils. He looked closer, picking out details as his mind tried to
complete the picture of what his eyes were telling him.
She did not move at all, secured much as he was, more likely so that she
would not fall.
Long platinum hair, and from the top of her head, tips of elongated ears
arose, fur covered and moving slowly in independent movement of each
other. Soft looking full lips relaxed and slightly parted with small
canines visible. Skin a light tan color, with the flawless skin broken by
a pattern of brown, stripes along her flesh. Medium sized bare breasts
topped with russet colored nipples. Flat smooth abdominals and flaring
hips, her groin covered with a pink shimmering thong that bulged between
her thighs. Those strongly muscled thighs, and long legs. Pinned by a
strap across her hips there was what appeared to be a fluffy white tail
seemingly trapped beneath her, only the tip undulating slowly back and
forth? Definitely female, and definitely some type of cat form, how did
she get there?
This was undeniable proof that the Owner of this bizarre lab was indeed
involved in illegal sciences, nefarious magics and unexplainable
transformations.
He wondered if she like himself was an imprisoned agent or an
unsuspecting victim captured and experimented upon. Now she would be
forever lost to family and friends, never to be seen again.
He made a silent vow to himself that when he escaped he would free her
and take her with him. Getting the agency's finest medical staff to
restore her to how she must have been prior to her capture.
The owner, kidnapper, scientist, and the object of this fouled up
mission, Miss Magicae Imperium, was no where to be seen. Obviously her
latest experimentational efforts had been a complete failure. He could
still think his own thoughts, had the ability to feel and was able to
see. She had not been able to change him, he obviously had been able to
resist whatever combination of magics she had inflicted him with. There
was still time, he could still hope to manage an escape, freeing himself
and the young female.
He strained to lift his head and look down, but was unable to generate
any slack into the tight strap stretched across his head. Escape seemed
impossible and futile, but his training conditioned him to not dwell upon
such negatives. He only had to remain sharp, alert, and vigilant for the
mistake Imperium would eventually make. Seize the opportunity, apprehend
her if he was able to, but priority one was now to escape, help the girl
escape, and report back to his superiors.
He looked back up into the eyes of the girl, trying to project his
confidence in his ability to soon be breaking free, trying to make her
understand he would not abandon her, he would some how take her with him.
Abruptly he could hear the steps of someone approaching, steps echoing
along a stark and empty hallway, coming closer. The swinging steel door
opening, and the sound of someone entering, move closer to stand next to
him. He could hear her breathing, almost drowned out by the sound of his
own racing heart beat.
She appeared, again in his field of vision, leaning over him, blocking
his sight of the girl cat imprisoned above.
"Well little...one, How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Your experiment failed, I can still think properly, I have kept my own
thoughts. You do not own me!
Release me," he said his voice sounding strange, soft and low.
"Oh! " she replied the small smile again tugging at the corners of her
lips.
"I think the whole experiment went rather well. Far more that I had even
hoped for," she said, reaching down and readjusting straps.
"No, no it didn't, I can still think!" he said. "I am still me."
With a low laugh she spoke again, he listened to her every word.
"Of course you are still you, but the question has now become, what are
you? We have yet to conclude our little experiment, and then perhaps we
shall know."
"While having your normal thoughts, with the manipulation of your
neurons, and downloaded memory replacement enhanced with the overlay of
new implanted instincts and emotions is the final step."
"If you are not finished with me, then at least let the girl go free!" he
begged.
Turning back towards him after affixing electrodes to his head, Imperium
looked down upon him.
"The girl?" she asked.
"In the glass case!! Let her go!" he tried once more, betrayed by the
quivering in his own voice.
Phoenix leaned down closer; he could smell her fragrance and feel the
heat from her body. She moved closer and her lips softly touched upon
his. Standing and moving aside, the lights suddenly brightened the room
again. He cried out as he looked up and saw an exact set of Electrodes
connected to the girl's head.
He cried as Phoenix turned on the power, his head began to vibrate and
sounds seemed to echo within his head. He could feel Consciousness
slipping away again.
He blinked rapidly, watching the girl above him blink as well.
His last thought, not a glass case...a MIRROR!
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