Beginnings

by Sandra R Neeley

  The guards came to a stop outside Maddox’s cell. “Hold your hands up,” one of them said.

  The female lifted her hands without hesitation.

  “You know what’s expected of you. Don’t disappoint this male. He’s become Doc’s favorite.”

  The female briefly raised her eyes to Maddox’s before hurriedly looking back at the floor.

  The guard unlocked Maddox’s cell and just slightly opened the door enough for the female to step through, while the other guard kept a tranquilizer gun on Maddox.

  But she didn’t move forward.

  Maddox moved toward the opening.

  “Do not come out of that cage! She’ll come to you!” the guard who kept the tranquilizer gun aimed at him barked.

  “The fuck is wrong with you? You’ve had your hormone shot. You should be raring to go,” the first guard said, placing his hand between her shoulders and shoving her forward.

  Maddox stepped toward her and grabbed her by both arms. He lifted her from the ground and ran his nose from her belly button up between her breasts. Then he licked her and set her on her feet. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed her down to her knees, he walked around behind her and pushed her upper body to the cold, stone floor causing her ass to rise up in the air.

  Maddox sank to his own knees and while holding his hand in the middle of her back to keep her pressed to the floor, he grabbed her hip with the other hand to hold her in place while he lined up his cock. He prodded her soft, swollen pussy and found her dripping wet. He rumbled softly as he pushed forward, wasting no time sinking into the only thing he’d thought of all day long. He pulled back his hips and slammed into the female’s body.

  Surprisingly, she arched her back and pushed back into him with every stroke into her body. She moaned and tried to lift her ass higher for him. This female didn’t just submit, she enjoyed it.

  Realizing he didn’t have to hold her in place, he moved his hand from her back to her other hip and snarled while lifting her to meet his thrust each and every time.

  The guards stayed outside his cell watching him fuck his reward. But he didn’t care — he didn’t even notice. He’d craved only one thing all day long, and finally, he’d gotten his hands on it. All he knew was the female before him. All he scented was the female before him. All he wanted was the female before him. Nothing else mattered at this particular point in time.

  After a while the guards finally left after he’d fucked the female in so many different ways, they’d actually grown bored with the show. Maddox lifted her up and carried her unceremoniously to the metal shelf that served as his bunk. He tossed his blanket to the floor and lay down on his back, placing the female above him. He raised her up off his body and held her by her thighs as he slid her down onto his still raging cock. “Fuck me,” he snarled.

  The female complied, immediately rocking her hips and riding him like it had all been her idea. He didn’t tweak her nipples, he didn’t suckle at her breast, nor did he stroke her clit. He didn’t care if she got off. All he cared about was how many times he could shoot inside her, giving himself relief from the pain he’d been acutely aware of all damn day. He grabbed her thighs holding her down on himself as he thrust his hips up and came inside her with a growl deep in his chest.

  Maddox had been fucking his reward for more than three hours by the time he finally pushed her onto her side and buried himself inside her, still hard before falling asleep. He didn’t plan to sleep for long, just a little nap before waking up and fucking her again.

  He heard the metal door of his cell opening and pulled out of the female, jumping to his feet to meet whatever came at him next.

  “This should be good,” Dr. Waller said, as the guards with him shoved Santiago, or what used to be Santiago into the cell with Maddox and the female. “Let’s see if he’s as alpha as I think he is.”

  Santiago growled low and deadly, his nose in the air scenting the sex permeating the area.

  Maddox lifted his lip and growled like a lion or tiger would, displaying his huge, sharp incisor.

  Santiago moved from the entrance of the cell over to the right, keeping to the bars of the cell. When there was no response from Maddox, only an observation of his movements, he continued moving stealthily toward the female. Maddox allowed Santiago to get almost all the way to her before he stalked over to her and reached out snatching her toward himself. He pressed her down on her knees, her chest to the floor, and while he maintained eye contact with Santiago, he shoved himself inside her again. He snarled lethally while he fucked the female and stared down Santiago.

  Santiago, needing release just as badly as Maddox had hours earlier, was braver than he’d have been under normal circumstances.

  Maddox watched as Santiago approached, snarling a warning when he dared to reach out to touch the female he still used.

  Santiago backed off but stood watching while Maddox satisfied himself two more times before finally rising up off the female and backing away.

  Santiago looked down at the female, then up at Maddox who watched him with a slight tilt to his head, like an animal would do in the wild. Santiago moved closer to the female, but kept his eyes on Maddox. Finally, moving close enough to touch her.

  Maddox’s chest rumbled.

  Santiago didn’t hesitate. He lifted his chin, displaying his throat to Maddox as a sign of submission.

  Maddox waited long enough to make his point, then he walked away from her, gesturing with his arm that Santiago could have her now. Maddox gathered his blanket from the floor, laid down on his bunk with his back to Santiago and the female, and promptly fell asleep.

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  Days continued on with two of Maddox’s team being subjected to testing and DNA splicing and tweaking each day. Phelps had his turn and eventually Conley was moved back into rotation as well. Luckily, the powers that be usually rotated the men so they rarely were subjected to the concoctions the doctor routinely injected them with two days in a row.

  Their training took on a military feel. Training that they'd all mastered as special forces came roaring back to them with even greater mastery than the first time they’d had it. Each of them was a necessary part of the finely tuned killing machine they’d been turned into. And the main reason their unit ran so smoothly without the issues some of the other units had, was Maddox.

  It was clear the men all knew their places. Maddox was their alpha and the doctor called him ‘One’. Each of them deferred to his decisions. Santiago was ‘Three’, Phelps was ‘Four’, and Conley ‘Five’.

  They began to be housed together. They were still in the same cell block, but their cell doors left open so that they could move about freely. Even Tex, the male they’d seen on their first night in the testing facility had been accepted into their group, their squad. The doctor referred to him as ‘Two’. He was a very quiet male and often went days without speaking. But he too recognized Maddox as his alpha, his first, and deferred to him in all things.

  As their alpha, if Maddox wanted something one of the others had, he took it. If he wanted a female one of the others had been given, he had her first. But he was never unfair with them. He never made them go without. If he took their pillow, he gave them his. If he took their female first, he never wore her out to the point she wasn’t able to accommodate them afterward. They could have very easily injured a female in fighting over her since they were all so dominant now, but Maddox maintained control of his males. As with all things he had his share first, then he’d be sure to watch over the other males so they didn’t fight each other and end up injuring her. The females seemed to be more relaxed when they came to him and his males. Several bore the scars of other males marking and claiming them. Slashes and bites long healed over. Several had disappeared altogether over the months and months they’d been housed there, but Maddox knew without a doubt, it was not his males responsible for it.

  He kept them from fighting over food, too. If one was given more fo
od than another, he always rationed it out to be sure they all had the same amount. He saw it as his responsibility. He was the strongest, their leader, the first in all things, and they all knew and respected him as such.

  They were well aware other males were housed in the testing facility. At first they’d only scented them on the females that were brought to them as rewards. Sometimes they’d hear them as they were moved about the facility, or glimpse them from time to time. But as they neared the end of their experiment and their training was elevated to military levels, they were pitted against them in actual combat scenarios. There were times not all males involved in a training exercise survived. As of yet, none of Maddox’s males had failed. If they did, he’d likely put them down himself. Maddox and his males didn’t relish the idea of killing those like them, it was simply what one must do. It was a matter of an order they’d been given, and it had to be carried out. There was no right and wrong, good or bad. There were simply orders to be followed. It was of little consequence to them as they went about their new lives without much question.

  As a side effect of the transformation they were undergoing, they gradually began to lose themselves. Their memories faded as they fell into their new existence. Their sole purpose was to excel at the activities asked of them in order to get to the rewards at the end of the tasks they were given. Sometimes there were female rewards, others it was foods of different types, a thick soft blanket or a pillow on another day. Their new reality was all they knew. They were soldiers, elevated to the point of being weaponized. They were beyond compare in all manner of warfare, and that was their only reason for living.

  With each passing day, they lost more and more of the individuals they once were. Technically, they could still be considered human, but they were now on that cusp of having just enough of their DNA tweaked, that they could possibly fall into the non-human category. Their needs were animalistic now — sleep, eat, fight and fuck.

  They’d become ‘other’, with no exact description to define what they were. They were simply… Variant.

  Chapter 6

  Nina was awake before any of the other females in her cell block. She never, ever let the guards get the drop on her. Sure, she’d been their focus on more occasions than she cared to remember, but she fought them every single time they approached her. She refused to make it easy for them by sleeping when they decided to approach her.

  Her ears perked when she heard the locks being turned on the double steel doors that sealed them in their cell block each night. It must be nighttime again. This was the only time they came for the women. They were left to sleep during the day, and at night, they were shackled and delivered to whichever male or group of males they’d been assigned to.

  Nina moved silently to the most crowded part of her cell. They kept the women a dozen to a cell with little more than a blanket to keep them warm on the cold cement floors. Nina crouched down and tried to make herself as invisible as possible, knowing they’d be coming for all of them before the night was over. As she sat down, she brushed her arm against the woman nearest to her, causing her to wince.

  Nina looked down and cupped her elbow. It hurt like a sonofabitch. She’d been used as a tug of war rope between two males who’d both decided they’d get to use her first. One of them had yanked her so hard she thought he’d dislocated her elbow. Add to that the claw marks that sliced down to her forearm, and yeah, it was more than a little bit sensitive. She lowered her head to peek out at her surroundings through her hair as the guards started on their walk toward the cell block. Her cell was first this evening as they’d been brought back to housing first last night — first in, first out, so to speak.

  Some of the females began to cry and shake. Nina watched them dispassionately. She didn’t get the crying and shivering. This was what it was, and until there was a chance to get away, you had to do what you had to do to survive. Crying and whimpering wasn’t going to change a damn thing. She hated where she’d found herself, and while she wasn’t quite sure how she’d ended up here, she had no doubt that somehow Bryant was involved. She also knew without a doubt, that one day she’d walk out of here, and when she did, she’d be looking for Bryant — he had a thing or two coming his way and she planned to be the deliverer.

  “Wake the fuck up, bitches!” one of the guards called, banging his billy club on the bars of her cell. “Time to go play with your boyfriends!”

  Another guard opened the cell door and started pulling women up by their arms and shoving them to the half a dozen or so guards standing behind him. He turned back to the group of women cowering on the floor and instead of having to reach for Nina and pull her up off the floor, she was already standing, facing him with no expression at all.

  “You must be anxious for some action, sugar britches. I’ll be happy to accommodate before we send you off to the real party.”

  Nina ignored his remarks and lifted her arm to show him the blood still oozing from the slashes she wore.

  “Well, fuck. We gotta treat this one before we can deliver her. Can somebody else deal with this shit?” he asked, shoving Nina toward the other waiting guards. “They get injured, we ought to just put ‘em down, like a sick animal. So tired of having to cater to a bunch of sperm receptacles.”

  “Come over here,” another of the guards said to her. “Let me get you patched up and then we’ll deliver you.”

  While the guard treated her wound, she watched as the women paused beside the nurse at the door to get their shots. Each time they left the cell block, they were lined up and received injections with the jet injector gun. The injections were meant to place the women into states of blinding arousal, almost as though they’d gone into heat so they’d accommodate the males as many times as was required, willingly. But since she wasn’t in line, the nurse didn’t give her the injection she should have received. Nina should have called out to the nurse that she needed her shot. But she didn’t. It was bad enough that she had to endure being a reward for males she seriously doubted had any thought processes left. It was even worse for her to crave it. And that’s what the shot did. So she watched as the nurse walked away.

  By the time the guards had finished begrudgingly giving her first aid, all the other women had already been moved out of the cell block. Only two guards remained. The one that had cleaned her wound and bandaged it, and his partner.

  “Your turn,” one of them said, indicating she should walk ahead of them toward the door.

  “Nestor, you not cuffing her?” the second guard asked.

  “Naw, she’s injured. Besides, if she runs, I’ll just shoot her.”

  Nina started walking, preparing herself for what was to come. As long as you didn’t fight, unless the males fought over you, you stood little chance of getting hurt. She’d learned that the hard way.

  “Hey, she’s still holding her elbow. It might be broken or something. What do you think? Is it more than the slices? Do you think it’s broken?” the second guard asked.

  “How the hell should I know, Jimmy? I ain’t no doctor,” Nestor answered.

  “Hey, maybe we give her a break from the squad she’s been with, ‘til she heals. They kinda rough. We could supply her to Squad A, they’re more controlled,” Jimmy suggested.

  “They’re fucking assassins. How is that more controlled? But hey, sounds like a plan to me.”

  “Their leader don’t let them fight over the women,” Jimmy explained.

  “Let’s just see where she’s needed and give her to them. I ain’t trying to do nobody no favors around here,” Nestor answered.

  They walked down the corridors checking the lights above each set of chained metal doors. Light panels were mounted above each set of doors. Certain colors meant certain things. At the moment, all of the lights above the doors were glowing red. That meant they’d already received their rewards, and they were not to be interrupted until their alloted time was up. You stopped one of the males from relieving himself with his reward, you risked li
fe and limb. After the rewards were handed out, nobody interrupted them until they’d all worn themselves out.

  There was only one door without the red light glowing. The one at the end of the hallway, the one that belonged to Squad A.

  “Looks like you’re in for a change of pace, sugar. You're going in with Squad A, bunch of cold motherfuckers. I suggest you don’t piss them off.”

  “Ain’t that bad,” Jimmy added. “This group is controlled by their leader. He don’t let them fight over the women, but then again, he has been known to kill when something or someone pisses him off. So, try not to.”

  They unchained the doors and walked her through. As they entered the cell block, Santiago and Phelps approached but kept a respectable distance. Conley stepped out of his cell and raised his nose in the air, scenting her. “Hurt,” he mumbled.

  Tex stood just outside his cell, watching the new female.

  Maddox walked out of the shadows at the end of the cell block where he’d been standing beneath the cold shower head, letting the water course over his body after an exhausting day of training. He strode straight up to within ten feet of the guards and Nina, unafraid and proud.

  Nina’s eyes grew wide. He was totally naked, huge, scary as hell, snarling, and aroused. She momentarily regretted her decision to forgo the shot they routinely gave the females before delivery as rewards. That one moment of regret was all she got.

  The guards backed away and left her standing there as Maddox descended on her. He stood right in front of her, only inches separating them, canting his head from side to side slowly as he scented her. Then without warning he placed his hands around her waist, hoisted her in the air and over his shoulder as he returned to the end of the cell block where he’d come from.