By Lionbadger

I have a dreary commute to work and while looking for something to read came across Frenemy54's Fox Hunt serial (Misc stories, Mr X site, if you haven't read it, you should and if the setting confuses you I sort of tacked on my own continuity through the stories Fox Hunt 6-10). I've always been a fan of the Butterscotch Fox universe and with Frenemy's continuity I figured I could create a little off shoot/parallel universe setting for some home brew heroines and hopefully help out any other fetish inclined commuters.

I suspect I am not great at describing costumes so there is a deviant art pic of the girls of project Hlin here: http://fav.me/d8bou1g comments, suggestions, offers of cake etc to; lionbadger@hotmail.com

______________________________________________________________________________________________

Director Muhle gave the impression that somewhere in his ancestry rodents had been significant contributors to his DNA. The small man shuffled around the lab in his greying lab coat clutching his small nervous hands in front of him. Watery pale grey eyes sat behind large oval glasses in a wrinkled sickly face. A small grey tuft of a mustache underlined his nose and framed his lipless mouth. A defiant grey comb over snaked across his shining scalp and was subjected to constant touches from his fidgeting hands.

A trio of fresh faced assistants followed the director as he shuffled around the interconnected laboratories of Jagkommand, the agency responsible for dealing with meta human threats to the EU. The labs were buried deep into the solid rock under Salzburg castle which itself housed the Jagkommand headquarters and the slowly growing cadre of heroines responsible for protecting the citizens of europe from the myriad threats bearing down on the small continent.

Muhle swiped a pass, entered a key code and pushed through a grey steel door. He stumbled down a short flight of stairs then pushed through another door onto a long grey gantry. The assistant at his shoulder gasped.

"The formal induction starts here" stated Muhle blandly

The huge warehouse room below was covered in hospital beds each containing the prone form of an unconscious woman hooked up to set of blinking monitors.

"You're building an army?" muttered one of the assistants

"Yes and no" replied Muhle "the process is extremely taxing on the subject, rejection rates are over 99%"

"Then, all these women are going to die?" Asked an assistant

"Yes, generally 0.5% of these will survive stage 1" said Muhle

The quartet peered into the room as an insistent bleeping started. The woman hooked up to the bleeping monitor shook and convulsed violently as two orderlies methodically moved through the sea of beds towards her. As they reached the thrashing woman blood began to seep from her mouth, nose and eyes. One of the orderlies pulled a shock gun and placed it at the woman's temple. Blood was now pouring freely from her. The orderly pulled the trigger and the woman went limp. They disconnected the cables from the monitor and wheeled the bed down the room as another monitor began to bleep"

"This is horrible" whispered an assistant

"This is necessary" said Muhle flatly "without the sacrifice of these women and their predecessors this Union would be dead, ravaged by the fascists in Usonia or the Tsar's Imperial army. Without this program we would not be keeping a lid on the mutants, aliens and crime lords trying to incubate in Europe"

"Are they volunteers?" Said an assistant "do they know the risks?"

"No, they are not volunteers as such" said Muhle "If you end turn up on life support and carry a donor card you're headed here, we also get first refusal on police officers or soldiers who are injured and left in a persistent vegetative state. "

"Do they suffer?" Asked an assistant

"Those who are not already technically brain dead when they arrive here do suffer briefly. The stage 1 Hleinir solution destroys the higher brain functions shortly after its introduction" said Muhle as he turned back towards the door.

"How long is shortly" asked an assistant

"On average, 4 days" said Muhle off handedly

"4 days of agony as this stuff renders down your nervous system? That's barbaric" whispered an assistant

"I thought the solution just added the framework dna" said a second assistant

"That is its purpose yes, but to be blunt you have to break cells to make cells. As the solution rewrites the subject's dna it causes a very great deal of damage. Suddenly the subject's body stops recognising its own cells and a massive hyper immune reaction, boosted by the Hleinir, attacks the cells that are still to convert their dna" said Muhle off handedly

The quartet left the hideous bleeping of the monitors as they stepped through the door and back into the stairwell. The assistants silently followed Muhle down another flight of stairs to stand before a double door with a black and yellow bio hazard sign. Muhle pulled a small paper face mask from a dispenser and fixed it over his face. The assistants quickly followed suit.

"Do not touch anything" muttered Muhle as he pushed through the doors "you do not want to get Hleinir under your nails and then bite them"

The group entered a room resembling a surgical ward. The room had four beds two of the which contained what appeared to be slumbering women. Bandages were wrapped around the chest of one. Doctors and technicians clustered around the other two occupants.

"The stage 2 augmentation process" said Muhle shuffling forward

The group watched as the lead surgeon lifted a small, fleshy, white and grey organ from a petri dish and placed it into the open chest cavity of his patient.

"This is the gland implantation process?" Asked an assistant

"Correct, that looks like one of the stimulant glands, possibly the chronocepticon, which allows the heroine access to a chemical which enhances her perception of time" said Muhle "I believe that one with the bandages has recently had her multi lung implanted"

"The multi lung is bionic?" Asked an assistant

"We refer to it as a bionic but it almost totally organic, it can sift oxygen out of almost anything including water" said Muhle

"There is a rumour that the enhanced senses render them vulnerable to sexual over stimulation" said an assistant

"That is a simplification which ignores the key program objectives" said Muhle dismissively

The group continued past the 4th bed where the surgery team was working on the ear of the sedated woman.

"Do you replace the entire auditory system?" Asked an assistant

"Yes, no more danger of being deafened and greater sound filtration, however these surgeons are actually replacing the fluid based balance system that humans rely on with a more sturdy system of my own creation. Our heroines do not get dizzy or motion sick no matter how much you spin them or throw them around" said Muhle

The group exited the ward through the far door depositing their masks into a bio hazard bin. They continued down a sterile corridor past various close set pairs of closed doors. Muhle halted infront of a door with red light above then quietly opened the door next to it. The group entered a claustrophobic observation room. One wall of the room was made of one way glass allowing the group to watch the neighbouring room. An athletic brunette woman was strapped to a sterile metal chair. Clamps held the woman's glassy eyes open as she stared at the slowly blinking lights in the wall infront of her. An occasional judder ran through the woman causing her voluptuous breasts to jiggle. Muhle reached forward and touched a button allowing the sound from the room to be heard by the observers.

"... a light in the darkness, a shield against evil. You can endure anything to achieve your mission. You are a superheroine, you know no fear, no shame, no doubt. Only duty matters, only in death does duty end..." spoke a crisp clear voice.

Muhle touched the button again closing off the speaker "stage 3, hypno conditioning to harden the subject's mind and sense of duty"

"You said that the solution introduced at stage 1 destroyed higher brain functions" said an assistant "Does it damage their memories?"

"Ah, an excellent observation" said Muhle "the subjects frequently have memory damage when they arrive. Those who survive stage one will find the damaged sections of their brain regenerate and it appears that most of their memories, both short and long term return. Part of the hypno conditioning is to suppress those memories, scrub out family and friends or other complications"

"Do you not run the risk of someone recognising them and coming forward?" Asked an assistant

"It is a very small risk and is mitigated by a number of factors" said Muhle "firstly, these women have been dead and buried for an average of almost 5 years before they are deployed into action. Secondly, look at the woman in that room, would you say she is attractive?"

The assistants looked at the restrained trainee heroine.

"She's beautiful" whispered an assistant

"And so would you be if you survived the Hleinir solution. The solution corrects every imperfection that occurs as a person grows to adulthood. Growth stunted by poor diet? Teeth out of place from thumb sucking? Skin weathered from too much sun? All that is corrected" said Muhle staring through the glass "It's quite beautiful really that inside even the most broken and damaged woman there is the beautiful heroine she could have been, could still be, thanks to my work"

The assistants shuffled uncomfortably as Muhle pressed against the glass his face flushed.

"Who will you be my little butterfly, when you leave this chrysalis?" He murmured

"How much conditioning do they go through?" Asked an assistant

"2 years" said Muhle "3 sessions lasting 2 hours a day, each and every day"

"That's a lot of hypnosis" said an assistant

"There is a lot to put into them" said Muhle "These women are going to face horrors that would blast the sanity of even our most hardened soldiers, they will fight things that nobody else could and endure torments you cannot imagine. That woman there, beyond the glass, she is going to be raped repeatedly, tortured, probably butchered by her enemies then revived and sent out to do the same thing all over again. Her mind needs to be strong enough to simply shrug that off"

"I didn't even think" said the assistant looking sadly through the glass

"And apart from that, do you think if we sewed all those new organs and glands into you that you would naturally know how to use them?" Said Muhle

"So the gland tech has to be triggered by the host?" Said an assistant

"Correct, at this stage we implant in them the mental technique to release the gland chemicals" said Muhle "As part of stage 4 we teach them to use those chemicals tactically"

"What do you mean by use them tactically?" Asked an assistant

"I mean, it is no good altering your perception of time and speeding your reactions if you already have a mallet buried in your skull" said Muhle "We teach them to be strategically aware and to gland the right chemicals in anticipation of need"

The group filed out of the observation room leaving the trainee to her hypnotherapy. They followed Muhle back to the stairwell. Muhle led the quartet up 3 flights of steps to a fresh door. A vein scanner was set into the wall which Muhle placed his hand onto. The scanner blinked green and a key pad slid out of the wall. Muhle tapped an eight digit code and the door buzzed open.

The group entered a cavernous room akin to a cross between a garage and a doctor's surgery. Brightly costumed women stood as technicians and doctors examined them and consulted tablets. A few naked heroines lay on spartan hospital beds as scanners passed over them and doctors examined contusions.

"Why does this room have so much entry security director, surely the lower levels are more vulnerable" said an assistant

Muhle spun on his heel "The active heroines do not know the process that they went through. The security is to stop them wandering around. The only thing they recall is a vague memory of the organ replacement and enhancement. It is highly likely that the process which creates them would contradict the core duty to protect that we ram into their simple brains. Do not under any circumstances discuss the lower levels outside of those levels, am I clear"

"Yes director" chirruped the assistants

The group continued their induction tour, meandering across the room. They stopped to watch a group of techs bustling around a tall raven haired heroine. Her long legs were encased in thigh high boots which faded from a soft green to a deep ocean blue. A similarly coloured thong covered her womanhood and gold bracers encased her wrists. A blue green crop top was folded over a clothes rack leaving the heroine's lucious and full breasts fully exposed. A thin circlet of gold was set on the woman's head just above her brows.

"Is that Tethys?" Asked an assistant

"Well spotted" said Muhle

"Did she really stop Violet Fox?" Asked an assistant

"She did, she had the other members of alpha team for support, but as I understand it, Tethys was the one who fought her in her fortress" said Muhle

"I thought she was injured fighting the woe machines" said an assistant

"Correct, she destroyed the machines but got caught in an arrangement of pulping rollers. Her right breast was shredded, her legs were broken in multiple places and her right arm was pulped" said Muhle off handedly.

"There isn't a scratch on her" said the assistant

"Of course not" said Muhle "by the time she was evacuated her legs had healed enough for her to walk and once she was dosed with additional Hleinir solution her regeneration accelerated. Her arm bones had almost regrown while she was on the flight back here. She was fully battle ready within 3 days, this is just a standard monitoring check up"

"Would she have regenerated without the additional dose?" Asked an assistant

"Oh yes, every single cell in her body is Hleinir encoded, so long as 1 cell survives the heroine can regenerate" said Muhle "Its just quicker to give the cells everything they need"

"Why is she glaring at us" asked an assistant

"Oh, I don't think she is, she is probably just bored from enduring the tests" answered Muhle hurriedly ushering the group forward.

The group continued across the room stopping occasionally as Muhle explained a test or procedure. As they reached the far end of the room a young woman in a dazzling white and golden costume shot into the air reaching the roof in the blink of an eye then drifted back to the ground.

"Sovereign Girl" said Muhle "one of our monsduggians, we have been trying to figure out how she flys so that we can graft that power onto our indigenous heroines"

"Are the monsduggians more advanced?" Asked an assistant

"Actually no" said Muhle "As best we can determine, they are normal women who are simply subject to different physical laws. They originate from a mirror universe where something best described as magic exists. Their goddess bestows their powers on them using this magic"

"How do you stand being surrounded by beautiful women every day Director" said an assistant as the group continued towards a set of elevators

"Oh, well, it's a privilege really to work on this project and, if I'm honest it is the science that I find truly beautiful. There are to me few things as attractive as a perfect genome" stammered Muhle "now I suggest that you all head up and have some lunch or get some air in the gardens, we will reconvene in my office at, say, 13.30?"

Muhle watched as the group of assistants filed into the lift. As the metal doors bumped shut he turned on his heel and shuffled back to the security door. Muhle quickly entered his security credentials then slipped through the door. He shuffled down the stairs to the hypno indoctrination rooms. Retracing his steps he returned to the room he had observed with the assistants and slipped inside.

The trainee heroine was still held in her restraints as the hypnotherapy droned. Hurriedly Muhle replaced his glasses with a compact pair of a much smokier glass. Satisfied that the blinking hypnotherapy was no danger he shuffled forward to stand alongside the occasionally quivering woman.

"Hello my little butterfly" he murmured as his blue veined hand snaked out to caress a large tanned breast.

Softly Muhle circled the trainee's nipple watching excitedly as the nub grew dark and hard. A leer split his ancient face as a soft mewl came from the helpless woman. He traced his ancient hand around the breast then down through her impressive cleavage. His hand continued across the toned stomach of his victim tracing briefly back and forth before continuing it's journey across her pelvis. Muhle chuckled darkly to himself as the soft tuft of hair tickled the palm of his marauding hand. The trainee jerked against her restraints as Muhle's questing digits sought out her clitoris and began to massage it between thumb and forefinger.

"You are a fighter aren't you" murmured Muhle

A thin line of drool slithered down his chin as he slid his middle finger into the girl's unprotected slit.

"So warm and so wet so quickly my butterfly?" He murmured to himself as he slid a second finger into the trainee's inviting hole.

Muhle continued to massage the girl's engorged clit and slowly drew his fingers in and out of her now gushing cunt. His free hand snaked around to the zip on his trousers and quickly slid it open. A brief fumbling released his manhood which slapped free against the girl's quivering breast. Muhle's free hand began to stroke his hungry shaft as he muttered to the catatonic heroine. The girl was flushed from Muhle's attentions and she strained feebly at the restraints.

"Oh yes, yes, struggle for me" whispered Muhle as he stared at the girl's glassy eyes.

Muhle could feel the forced orgasm building in the trainee. The girl was had stopped straining against the restraints and was now pushing her pelvis against his invading fingers. The girl finally let out a long low moan and jerked taut against the chair. Muhle smiled as his own pleasure reached a crescendo sending a stream of dank watery semen splashing across the girl's breasts and dribbling in rivulets down her chest and stomach. He grinned as he re zipped his trousers and rubbed the filth across the girl's chest. He lifted his hand to her unprotected lips and smeared the rancid fluid across the trainee's mouth and cheeks.

"Yes, truly it is a privilege to work on such beautiful science" he chuckled darkly as he left the room