Beginnings

by Sandra R Neeley

  “You hold up, Carter. Fuck him, he ain't nothing no more,” Pencil Dick answered, striding confidently into the cell. Pencil Dick came to a stop halfway between Maddox and Carter, turning to face Carter. “Told you he wasn’t nothing,” he said, a split second before his eyes rounded and he gasped for air.

  Maddox watched as the arrogant guard he’d named Pencil Dick didn’t heed the warning of the first guard and strode into his cell. Having the arrogance, or ignorance, to turn his back to Maddox was the only invitation Maddox needed. The muscles in his legs stretched, extending and sending him across the short distance of only about four feet in one single leap, allowing him to land on Pencil Dick without making a sound. His claws came up, and a wicked smile graced his lips as he sank those claws into the throat of the guard who’d taunted him since he arrived.

  There were shouts and screams, mainly from Pencil Dick as he screamed like a little girl now that Maddox had finally gotten his hands on him.

  Carter, the other guard, kept shouting for Maddox to release Pencil Dick, and he’d triggered an alarm apparently, since red flashing lights and a deafening siren were non-stop in the cell block now. Carter produced a gun and aimed it at Maddox.

  Maddox smirked at him and applied pressure to Pencil Dick’s throat in preparation of ripping it out.

  Pencil Dick lost control of his bladder, pissing down his own pant-legs, causing Maddox’s nose to wrinkle in disgust. “Fucking pussy,” Maddox growled in his barely intelligible voice.

  “Let him go, Maddox,” Carter ordered on a shout, aiming his gun at Maddox.

  Maddox canted his head to the side and wondered why Carter would think he’d care if he was shot or not. He had flashes of knowing who he was, and even longer periods of time of not knowing and not even fucking caring. Maddox snorted and tightened his hand, his claws still embedded in Pencil Dick’s throat.

  “Don’t do it!” Carter ordered.

  Maddox grinned at Carter and with one single shrug of his right shoulder, looked Carter in the eye as he used his left hand to tear the man’s windpipe and larynx from his body, tossing him away without a second thought. Maddox winced as two sharp darts pierced his neck and a third pierced his cheek. He advanced on Carter but only made it two hesitant steps before the tranquilizer kicked in, and he slumped to the floor unconscious and completely immobilized.

  The doors to the cell block burst open and two teams of two more guards each, dressed in riot gear, and wielding their own tranquilizer guns and a variety of whips and cattle prods rushed in. They quickly evaluated the situation and crowded the first cell on the right.

  “The fuck happened?” one of them asked Carter.

  “Pencil Dick being an asshole, trying to show how much better he thought he was, and got his stupid fucking self killed.”

  “You kill this one? Doc’s gonna be mad as hell if you killed his favorite test subject.”

  “I ain’t an idiot. I just tranq’d him,” Carter answered.

  A voice called out from the double swinging doors. “Is it safe to enter?”

  “Yes, Doc, we have it under control,” one of the guards dressed in riot gear answered.

  “I have it under control,” Carter corrected.

  The doctor hurried over to Maddox’s cell. “If he’s been killed, I will kill whoever did it! He’s the best damned chance we have for a completely relentless assassin. Do you have any idea how much money that will bring our program?” he snapped.

  “I didn’t kill him, sir. But, he did kill Pencil Dick.”

  “Pencil…?” the doctor started to say, confused by who Carter meant. Then another of the guards used the toe of his boot to flip over the body, showing Pencil Dick’s face.

  “He’s always been a fucking nuisance. Get rid of him, and move Lieutenant Larsen to the examination room. He should have not reacted so quickly after just one testing dose. I’ll have to take some samples and find out just where we stand in his injection schedules.”

  “Yes, sir,” several of the guards answered.

  “And bring me Santiago, too. Let Conley rest today, his body needs a little more time to adjust to the changes,” the doctor instructed.

  “Yes, sir.”

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  Maddox opened his eyes groggily and tried to look around the room. He had a momentary flash of panic when he couldn’t move his head or body at all, then, he realized what the problem was. He was naked and lying on a cold, steel exam table, strapped down so tightly he was unable to move his head.

  A figure leaned into his field of vision. “Good morning, Lieutenant. You’ve been a bad, bad boy!” the doctor said, smiling down at him. “Lucky for you the guard you killed has been more nuisance than asset. Try that again with one I actually appreciate and I’ll not be so understanding.”

  Maddox lifted his lip, snarling at the doctor hovering just within the line of his peripheral vision now that he’d moved back to reach for his instruments that were organized somewhere off to his right.

  “Now, now. We mustn’t bite the hand that feeds us, you know.”

  Maddox watched as the doctor lifted a syringe and slid the needle into a long tube that was attached to an IV hanging from a slender metal stand just beside the table he was lying on. Maddox watched the deep yellow liquid pale as it moved down the clear tube and mixed in with whatever they were pumping into his veins. He snarled, grinding his teeth when the chemicals hit his blood stream, making him feel like his body was on fire from the inside out.

  The pain made him fight the restraints again. The table rattled with his efforts and the doctor glanced over his shoulder at Maddox. “Be patient, Lieutenant. It won’t last that long. And the result is really worth the burn, don’t you think? Stronger than you’ve ever been. Faster than you’ve ever imagined. With senses like creatures of the wild are blessed with. You could scent anything, anywhere. Track anything or anyone. Battle any human to death with little to no effort — at least those who’ve not been given the benefit of my enhancements. You will be unmatched in anything you choose to do. Isn’t that in itself worth just a little bit of suffering?”

  Maddox didn’t answer. He didn’t make a sound, no growling, no rumbling, no words. He just lay where he was, not that he could have moved anyway, staring at the ceiling. No way in hell he’d give this fucker the satisfaction of knowing he experienced any feeling at all.

  “Not feeling chatty today? That’s understandable. I do believe I neglected to introduce myself. I am Doctor Waller. And you, Lieutenant, if you comply with my wishes, just might be the star of our program.” the doctor said, approaching with another syringe. The chemical in this one was a little darker than the last. “This enhancement will affect your eyes,” the doctor said. He paused and glanced at the ceiling himself. “Or it should. If you can still see afterward.” The doctor shrugged. “Ah, well. It will be what it will be. You should be able to see like an eagle, pinpointing your prey from great distances, with the night vision of an owl.”

  The doctor pierced the clear IV tube with the needle of this new syringe and Maddox refused to respond. He knew beyond the shadow of a doubt his eyes were melting in their sockets. But he wouldn’t close them. He stared straight ahead, every muscle in his body rigid and threatening to snap with the pain he endured. Then he felt it. His cock hardening. Despite his attempt to not make any sound at all, a slight rumble escaped him.

  The doctor turned and looked at him. He laughed delightedly. “And there I see your body has responded to the additional testosterone mixed into each blend. Don’t give it a second thought. If you behave yourself during today’s endurance testing, you’ll be treated to a female to ease the ache in your loins.”

  Maddox flicked his eyes as far as he could in the direction of the doctor’s voice to try to look at him. “If you don’t behave though, I’m sincerely hopeful your hand will be all the relief you’ll need.”

  Maddox clenched his buttocks together. His cock was harder than it had ever been, and he cou
ld barely control the need to thrust his hips. He needed to fuck something — anything. His lower belly clenched and his balls drew up tight with the need to empty themselves.

  “Now, let’s see if there’s any improvement on growth since yesterday,” the doctor said, taking out a fabric tape measure and holding it to the base of Maddox’s cock while unrolling the opposite end down the length of his shaft. “Wonderful!” he exclaimed. “Yesterday you were just eight inches. Today, you’re at nine and a half.”

  Maddox snarled and tried to jerk his hips away from the doctor, but of course, nothing happened, he was strapped down too well. He felt his cock ooze a bit of precum when the doctor ran the tape measure down his length.

  “Let’s check your arms next, shall we?” the doctor asked, moving up to wrap the measuring tape around one of Maddox’s biceps, then moving around the table to the other. He measured every inch of Maddox’s body in one way or another, chuckling to himself as he paused to make notes in a file.

  The doctor paid close attention to the monitors giving a constant read out of his vital signs as well, and he noted them as efficiently as he’d done with Maddox’s body measurements. “Very good, very, very good!” he finally exclaimed, setting his file and measuring tape away. “Now, for your endurance testing. Let me be perfectly clear,” the doctor said, stepping into Maddox’s field of vision again. “You give me any trouble at all, you will be punished. You will not be fed, you will be locked away naked in a cell that is freezing cold without benefit of covering of any type. You will be dazed, you will be tranquilized, and the list goes on and on. But the most important thing for you to know is that if you do everything expected of you, you will be fed, and you will copulate. I will provide the female. She will bow to your every whim. There are no limits with the female you’ll be given. You may use her as you wish, share her, or I don’t know, even kill her if that’s the kind of thing that you enjoy. The females are here simply to serve one purpose — they are rewards for the males who’ve successfully completed their testing as needed. Do what you’re supposed to, and you get her. Don’t do what you’re supposed to, and it will be a very long time before you see another female. Am I clear?”

  Maddox didn’t answer, he just glared at the doctor.

  “You will answer me. It is part of your testing to insure you are still able to function at a certain mental capacity.”

  The doctor looked down at Maddox. “Very well, then. Perhaps Santiago will comply so that he will get the female.”

  “Yes,” Maddox snarled.

  “Yes, what?” the doctor asked.

  “Clear,” Maddox snapped.

  “Very good. You’ll notice you’re outfitted with electrodes in various places on your chest, and on your temples, forehead and main pulse points on your neck, wrists, groin, thighs and calves. These are to measure blood flow, and alert us to any clotting and/or aneurysm that may occur in the event your body fails to adjust to its new stature. But not only will they monitor you, they are programmed to supply a fatal surge of electricity with the press of a button. If you attempt to pull them from your body, the remaining electrodes are programmed to electrically surge at once, delivering the fatal dose of electricity. Do not tempt me — we’ve tested it — it works. Where was I now? Oh, yes, your body has increased in size within the last forty-eight hours, by the way. You’re already one and three quarter inches taller than when you arrived, your biceps, chest, hips, thighs, hands and as you already know, your genitals have increased in similar dimension. It is not every human body that withstands the stress put upon it by these studies. You however, have done beautifully — to this point anyway.”

  The doctor walked over to the steel door on the other side of the room and placed his hand on the doorknob. “You’ll be released momentarily from your bindings. You will perform as expected to the best of your ability.”

  The doctor opened the door and walked through, closing it securely behind himself. Only moments later he heard the doctor’s voice coming at him through the speakers mounted near the top of the room. “Upon release, you will stand and prepare yourself to make use of whichever piece of equipment I direct. Do you understand?”

  Maddox didn’t answer, his mind had already begun to wander, thinking of ways he could kill the bastard.

  “Lieutenant Larsen!” the doctor snapped.

  Maddox was yanked back into the here and now.

  “I said, do you understand?” the doctor repeated.

  “Yes,” Maddox snarled.

  “Very well. Let us proceed.”

  The steel bands stretched across his body and mounted on the stainless steel examination table made a clicking sound before they loosened then lifted slightly up and off of him, allowing Maddox to sit up and swing his feet off the table.

  “Excellent, now be mindful of your IV. They are necessary for your hydration. You will move it along with you as you perform as instructed.”

  Maddox looked up at the IV pole standing beside him. It had an electronic box mounted near its middle on a small metal platform from which each of the leads attached to his body led. He glanced down at its base and found that it had wheels.

  He glanced over toward the doctor, sheltering safely in a room that reminded Maddox of a glass-walled recording studio. Those inside what appeared to be an observation room watched him with clinical eyes while they looked back and forth from the computers in front of them to Maddox himself.

  “Let us begin. Please take your IV with you, and mount the treadmill in the far left corner, Lieutenant.”

  Maddox didn’t move. He stood there, glaring at the doctor who watched him through the glass wall.

  “Lieutenant, need I remind you, if you wish to be rewarded, you will comply with our wishes. Or you can refuse and be killed. Either is fine with me, but please make a choice so that we may move on to the next volunteer if you choose not to participate.”

  Maddox glanced over at the treadmill, then at the IV. His cock throbbed painfully as whatever medications they’d given him coursed through his veins. He could actually feel his pulse through every inch of his cock. “Need fuck,” he snarled.

  “And you shall. The hardest part is over. You’ve endured the enhancements. All that’s left now is to allow us to measure your endurance. You comply with our testing and you’ll be given a female.”

  Maddox stared at the doctor.

  “The treadmill if you will.”

  Maddox reached out and wrapped his hand around the slender, stainless steel IV stand and rolled it along beside himself as he made his way to the treadmill. Every step was excruciating as his enlarged, overly swollen genitals bounced and bobbed along in rhythm to his gait. He grimaced as he stepped up onto the treadmill, bringing the IV stand to a stop right beside it.

  “Excellent. Now, we will begin the testing. We have a continuous readout of your body’s response. We’ll control the treadmill from in here, all you have to do is walk or run. We begin now,” the doctor said, just as the treadmill began to move beneath his feet.

  Chapter 5

  Several hours later, with the room in total darkness, Maddox impatiently read off a series of letters and numbers projected in different sizes in various places on the walls and ceilings of the examination room. They were not illuminated as a digital clock or some computer screens would be, rather they were flat black and could not be seen by the naked human eye. Yet Maddox read them off with no problem at all. But then Maddox wasn’t exactly human anymore.

  Suddenly the lights came on causing Maddox to squint in reaction to the light. “Excellent, One. You’ve exceeded my expectations. And in case there is any doubt, you will from this moment on be known as One. One A if there is more than one squad present. Each of your team will be given a corresponding number as well. There will be no names or ranks used from this point forward.”

  Maddox stood where he was, making no move in any direction.

  “If you’ll be so kind as to return to the examination table, we’l
l remove the electrodes and the IV and return you to your cell for your evening meal and your — no doubt — much anticipated reward.”

  Maddox stood facing the large viewing wall the medical team sat behind watching every move he made. His cock was even harder than before and steadily dripped precum from its tip. He stood his ground and glared at the doctor.

  “The longer you take to comply, the longer you have to spend in your most uncomfortable state.”

  Maddox stood staring at him for one moment longer before returning to the steel examination table and lying down on it. Maddox listened to the sounds of the steel bands as they activated and engaged across his body every six inches from head to toe. He snarled at the frustration of being completely immobile, but at this point he had no choice.

  Dr. Waller approached him and removed the IV, then the electrodes. “Very well done, One. We shall be great friends — I can tell already.”

  Maddox didn’t respond. He lay immobile, his entire body clenched, prepared for release the moment he was finally able to sink his cock into whatever female they provided.

  “One? One?” Doctor Waller said insistently.

  Maddox’s eyes focused on the doctor.

  “I asked if you had a preference. Redhead, blond, brunette… pale skinned, bronzed, brown. We have them all.”

  Maddox’s cock grew slightly more swollen at his thoughts of a female. He clenched his buttocks again and snarled.

  Dr. Waller laughed. “Very well, then. I shall send one who is more compliant than the rest. It appears there will be no gentle touches on your part this evening.”

  Maddox paced his cell, he’d devoured the entire boiled chicken they’d brought him despite the fact that it was steaming hot, and now he waited. He’d done what they asked, and now he wanted to fuck. He was tired of waiting. He threw his head back and screamed his frustration to the metal roof.

  The double doors opened and two guards appeared escorting a female between them. She was nude and kept her eyes downcast. Her skin was pale and her hair was a bright red. She was handcuffed and walked between the guards with no resistance at all.