Failed Containment- Chapter 1: Containment Breach
#1 of Failed Containment
Deep beneath the grounds of Site 24, a sleek squirrel girl swiped a plastic card through a scanner, causing the steel door in front of her to slide open. "Professor Hathaway, clear for entry into Interrogation Room Six." came a voice of the PA system.
Hathaway's labcoat trailed after her as she walked up to a metal desk, and set her case files down. She pulled out the chair, and sat down. She looked past the glass wall between her and her subject, gazing over her glasses to get a clearer view of the specimen. "Contained Specimen. Designation: CS 1412. Let the record show that the subject is currently assuming a visual form reminiscent that of a young feline. Male. Blue-grey fur, approximately... twelve years of age at a passing glance."
"I have a name, miss Hathaway." came a voice. It was a low, calm voice. However, it did betray a hint of annoyance.
"Professor." Hathaway corrected her subject.
"Of course, of course, my dear professor. The fact remains. I do have a name."
"Specimen 1412," Hathaway continued, "How did you come to be in our facility? You were discovered when a routine thermal scan picked up your heat signature, impersonating one of our personnel."
"I am well aware, Professor..."
"Your presence immediately warranted a Class 4 response to unauthorized entry by an unknown organism. You seem to possess a regenerative ability that rendered traditional ordinance ineffective. The response team was able to incapacitate you with a combination of thermal and electric weapons. Present assumption is that the use of incendiary devices would neutralize you completely. You were detained and placed into a containment cell, and allowed to regenerate. This is the first time an attempt at interrogation has been made."
"I know the circumstances which led to my capture and subsequent imprisonment, Professor. I do not need them rattled off to me..."
"Do you know one Jericho Collins?"
"I assume he was the person I was posing as?"
"Correct."
"No. I saw him outside the compound one day. I impersonated him to gain access here."
Professor Hathaway spoke aloud, more to the recording system that was catching their conversation than directly to the specimen. "Let the record show that Specimen 1412 has admitted to casing Site 24 for an indeterminate amount of time. Possible compromise to Site 24 security."
The catboy shook his head. "Only watched for a few days. Enough to get the guard shift down, and try to sneak in. If I'd taken my time to get to know the security, I wouldn't have been caught by your thermal cameras."
"And just why did you attempt to infiltrate our compound?"
"Ah now, my dear." The catboy smiled. "That would be telling." He sat in a plain metal chair. He bore no restraints, save for isolation in a stone room sealed by a metal door nearly four inches thick. His nature made traditional restraints almost completely futile. He maintained his wry grin at the squirrel girl beyond the glass in front of him. The Professor gave him an unamused glare. "Yes, it would be telling. Now answer the question, Specimen 1412."
"Or what?"
"You will remain in captivity until full observations can be made of exactly what you are, what you are capable of, and why you are here."
"I snuck in, so your answer is to keep me here if I don't cooperate? I don't think you are thinking things through logically here. I would have thought the higher ups in this place might place logic at more of a valued trait in its staff than it seems to be." said specimen 1412.
"You mock me, Specimen." Professor Hathaway said through pursed lips.
"And you insult me, my dear Professor." the catboy retaliated. "I said that I have a name, and you continue to sit here and patronize me with a label. I may be a monster, but I can assure you, that is not all I am."
Professor Hathaway glared. "You are a monster who was caught sneaking into our base of operations with who knows what intentions. And with your camouflage ability, I am afraid that the damage that you have the potential to wreak could have been catastrophic. Since you have been unwilling to answer questions as to your intentions, you are labeled as an enemy to this organization."
"I answered most of your questions-"
"Except the most important one, Specimen."
"The one I cannot answer at this time."
The squirrel girl readjusted her glasses, maintaining her stern glare at the catboy. "Let the record show that the subject is being labeled as uncooperative."
A loud BANG resounded throughout the room, causing Professor Hathaway to jump a little. A massive, wriggling, pulsating tentacle pressed up against the glass. It seemed to sprout from the catboy's back. The purple tentacle contrasted heavily with the catboy sitting calmly on the chair.
"I can show you uncooperative, Professor. I'm afraid you really don't want to be purposefully annoying me. It is quite rude and I find it... unbecoming a lady such as you."
The squirrel found herself transfixed on the writhing tentacle pressed against the glass between her and her subject. She felt a chill creep down her spine, her nerve failing her as the reality of the situation set in. She was alone in a room with a monster that could very well rip her limb from limb. She took comfort in the fact, however, that a bullet wouldn't have been able to crack the glass in front of her. She steeled her resolve.
"It is my duty to ascertain the threat to this facility posed by you, specimen."
BANG. Another tentacle shot out from 1412's back, thudding against the glass with another loud bang.
"The fact that you still haven't asked my name despite various hints that I would like to be called by it is making me increasingly annoyed, Professor. I called you by the name you wanted to be addressed by, I don't see why you cannot extend me the same courtesy..."
Professor Hathaway narrowed her eyes. She wasn't going to be intimidated by this creature.
"Specimen!" she snapped. She felt a twinge of satisfaction seeing the subject cringe at being addressed as such once more. "You are in no position to make demands. You are a subject of this facility and you will abide by the rules we set forth. Noncompliance will not be tolerated, and being uncooperative will only serve to further constrain you, subject. Now, I ask you one final time. What were you attempting to accomplish by infiltrating our base of operations!?"
1412 remained stoically silent.
"I really do hate when people cause me to act less than gentlemanly... it's so uncouth."
The catboy got up from his seat, and walked over to the glass. The three tentacles sprouting from his back retracted a bit. Professor Hathaway grew a bit alarmed. "Specimen has risen from its seat, and has formed three prehensile appendages seemingly rooted in the subject's shoulder blades."
The catboy grinned a self-satisfied smirk as two of his tentacles seemed to soften and shift. The flesh gave way to bone, which twisted and formed until it resembled a scalpel blade. He pressed the tentacles against the glass, and Professor Hathaway heard a distinct scraping sound. She continued her observation, despite the fact that the video camera was capturing the evidence. "Specimen has metamorphosed two blades, seemingly made out of bone, and is scraping them against the glass..."
The Professor's voice stuttered as she realized that the tentacles were leaving visible scrapes in the glass. "Oh god..." the squirrel girl said, fear overcoming her sense of being professional.
"I warned you, my dear Professor Hathaway..."
The bladed tentacles seemed to finish tracing a large circle in the glass. With a grin, subject 1412 sent his third tentacle to ram into the center of the circle he just scratched. The glass shattered, giving way along the weakened scores along the edges of the circle.
As soon as the glass shattered, there was nothing between the squirrel girl and the tentacled catboy. Alarms blared as a flashing red siren sprang to life. "Security breach in Interrogation Room Six! Security breach in Interrogation Room Six! Emergency Response Team dispatched!" the PA system roared.
Subject 1412 calmly approached the Professor, who had lost all sense of professionalism and was mercilessly beating against the steel door, fully aware that the automatic locks would not give. Containing specimen 1412 was much more important to the organization than her life was. Still, she frantically banged on the door with her fists, screaming "Help! Help me! Open the door! Oh god, please help!"
It was a futile attempt, but the Professor dare not turn around to see the subject calmly walking toward her. "Well now, my dear Professor. The response teams are coming to rescue you..." the catboy smiled, his cat fangs adding a sadistic look to his grin. "We haven't got much time, then."
Two thin tentacles shot out to wrap around Hathaway's wrists. The brown-furred squirrel let out a short scream. Two more tentacles shot out and wound around the professor's waist. "You have the prettiest eyes, my dear." said 1412, looking deep into the wide, brown eyes of his victim. She shuddered under his gaze, bound as she was.
"Oh, god..." she said as she was lifted into the air by the tentacles wound around her appendages. She looked into the security camera, "Someone help me! Please!" The alarm continued to blare, but there was no sign of resscue for Professor Hathaway. She wondered why the containment teams weren't assisting yet. Her plight seemed to play out in slow motion, when in reality only a few moments had passed since the containment breach alarm was triggered. Assistance was on its way, but it did take time.
"What to do, what to do..." 1412 said before bringing the bladed tentacles to bear again. The sharp bony protrusions came close to Professor Hathaway, who let out another scream. The blades lunged at her, and the squirrel girl winced, shutting her eyes tight. However, there was no pain. A ripping sound was heard and Hathaway opened her eyes as she felt a chill run along her body. She gasped as she realized: she was naked. Specimen 1412 had cut open her lab coat, her slacks, and her blouse. She hung suspended by her wrists and waist, clad in only her black undergarments and shoes. It was only a brief moment before she felt her shoes and socks being removed.
"Let go of me!" she yelled, a very real fear running through her mind. She started thrashing around, attempting to kick off her offender. "Let me go!"
The professor's efforts were rewarded by another pair of tentacles wrapping around her ankles. With a tentacle around her wrists, her ankles, and her waist, 1412 could maneuver the helpless professor any way he wished. He looked up toward the security camera, "You like cameras, do you, my dear Professor? Well, then..."
He lifted Hathaway to the security camera, and proceeded to rip off the Professor's undergarments. She screamed again, "Nooo!"
The scream trailed off into whimpering as the squirrel girl was left, completely exposed to the security camera. Stark naked and bound by the appendages of subject 1412. She felt more tentacles reach out to her and squirmed. To stop her squirming, 1412 placed her hands behind her back, and spread her legs wide open. "Smile for the camera, my dear."
Professor Hathaway screamed again, shaking her head and closing her eyes. "Nooo! Shut the camera off! Please!"
"My my, dear Professor. You seem to be a little camera shy... let me help you with that..." grinned 1412.
Even more tentacles shot out, this time bearing tongue-like appendages. He set to work on every sensitive part of the squirrel girl's body. The tentacles licked along her side, her stomach, her legs, her arms, her feet. They ran along her shoulders and her neck, each leaving a trail of clear slime. Hathaway visibly shuddered at the attention. "I told you my dear Professor," said 1412 as two tentacles set to work on the squirrel girl's perking nipples. "I have a name."
Professor Hathaway squirmed and squealed under the attentions of subject 1412's roaming tentacles. She felt every sensitive part of her being caressed, save for one. She grew hotter and hotter as she realized she was enjoying the touches. It had been long since last she ventured out into the world of common folk, away from the Organization, and it had been even longer since she'd felt the attentions of a man's touch. She felt ashamed for almost enjoying the caressing tentacles, and it only added to her embarrassment that every squeal was caught on camera. It only added to her hate for herself that she almost wished that the licks would continue.
"My name is Alexander." said the catboy, his central body ripping and deforming with a loud, wet squelch. No longer did specimen 1412 resemble a catboy, and Alexander writhed as a wriggling mass of purple tentacles.
One final tentacle shot up and started rubbing the professor's exposed nether region, eliciting a loud moan. Alexander would have been wearing his self-satisfied smirk had he possessed the mouth to smirk with. He felt highly amused that her enjoyment of the violation was documented in the security footage. He increased the pace at which his tentacle rubbed away at the Professor's increasingly slick lips, placing a bit of pressure on her clit. His efforts were rewarded by a very visibly shudder and yet another small scream as the squirrel girl climaxed in orgasm. He watched her tail, which he had not bound with a tentacle, flail about as her body was wracked with electric pleasure.
Alexander tentatively reached out to caress the squirrel's fluffy tail, muttering to himself. "Lovely..."
He turned his attentions back to the stimulated figure in his possession. "Now then, my dear..." he said, "Hm hmm hmmm... Let us see how many we can reach before your rescuers get here..."
Professor Hathaway was approaching her fifth orgasm as the door burst open, her deep brown eyes nearly rolled in the back of her skull as several people in biohazard suits spilled into the room. They plunged long black rods into Alexander's mass of tentacles. Alexander let out a yell, "Gaaah!" as electricity wracked his body. He almost dropped the helpless squirrel girl, but managed to catch her before she was taken into the hands of the guards present as more electric current was pumped into him. "Terribly sorry, my dear Professor!" he managed to yell out in between yells of pain as the guards mercilessly channeled as much voltage into the tentacle mass as their tazer rods would allow. "I'll have to finish off that fifth one another time!"
Alexander dissolved into a fit of laughter and yelps of pain as his consciousness finally started to give way under the weight of being electrocuted. Eventually, his tentacles slumped to the floor as his mind was enveloped into merciful blackness. The last words he heard was a stern male voice over the PA system.
"Specimen secure."