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"I'm sure you can understand the reasons for such an airtight NDA.  We wouldn't want it getting out there, what our government is working on.  Your entire discretion is advised or you will be sued into oblivion.  You're signature was of utmost importance to me.  But, now that the legalities are out of the way, we can move on to more pressing matters.  I want to show you what I have been perfecting these past few months."  Dr. Dawson decided onto the bottom floor.  There was a hiss as the assistant beta males in hazmat suits stepped out of their decontamination zone and bowed before scurrying off.  I felt awkward as I was left behind.  Dr. Dawson raised his eyebrows to look at me and I came closer to him.  "Come.  Come on, this isn't a place to be getting lost.  I really want you to be aware of this specimen.  You know we have astronauts who were involved in the first phase of defending our planet before we had the invasion and the war.  It's not really much left in his pique physical condition as those days are behind him now.  But that matters little once the serum is added as him during a full rut will be something for the generals to gawk at,  They're very much revving to have him back in the air, but I'm not sure about how he will work with heavy machines under serum."

The walk through the premises seemed to come to an end as we walked past similar displays of naked men staring at me with low growl.  It was like walking past the cat complex when I was at the zoo, I was afraid, but it also smells overwhelmingly like a locker room for the opposite gender.  It took everything in mee to not close my nose and run back to the entrance.  I didn't feel really safe there, even with an alpha next to me.  I just felt small.

I had been taught in college to ignore that feeling.  As we were something more advanced now than our primal ancestors.  It wasn't caveman days anymore where these things used to mean the difference between life and death.  It was idiotic and I felt gross as I was helpless to resist.  I rubbed my legs together.  I was digusting, there was so much masculine energy in this room that my secret would get exposed at this rate.  I wasn't a silly young thing anymore, I could take a room full of alphas even as intense as this.

"I was paying some attention to your actions, not for anything other than making sure that you feel comfortable and safe as it can be a l have brought my lovey wife in here.  Once.  And she refused to even let me speak of this place even at our house, where it's safe, over some dinner."  Dr Dawson shook his head.  "Fear is natural here.  All the beta men feel it when they suit up and go in there for sample collection.  It should not be a difference of the sexes.  You will adapt.  Do not forget who is in front of the cage and who is inside of it.  There is no need to fear them.  They have no humanity left, nothing more than idle beasts.  Stand tall and remember who holds the keys and the whip."

I tried to look like it was comforting, what he had said.  But as I looked at the men in the cages.  I couldn't slow my heartbeat or my steps to get away from them.  I then realized what he meant.  We were considered their prey then, as they were all animal now.

"I can't imagine any species being beyond saving . . . have you tried giving them mental health counseling or therapy of any type?  I feel like in addition to whatever is being done to them."  I was gasping as he moved consciously or unconsciously in front of me.  He didn't comfort me.  He just ignored my symptoms as my breathing calmed.

"Mental health is a multisystem issue.  We cannot treat only the symptoms without knowing the underlying cause.  Therefore, the pharmacological aspect of my hormone has to be perfect.  I focused on the rear of the brain where we can focus the medullary activity to the cortex.  Of course, somewhere, I'm sure they are not all beast--as they spar with rods and swords and they are able to defend their little cage dens like animals.  But of course, so can our close cousin the chimpanzee and do we call such a cousin human?  Of course not.  A gorilla doing sign language does not make it a higher being deserving of the same university admission as yourself, not even the smartest of primates.  So, we see these as beasts now."  He finally moved to press a button hidden behind a panel and inside the wall that I had thought was clear suddenly shifted.  There were panels which slanted from vertical to diagonal revealing that there was a lonely specimen inside.  Dr. Dawson tapped against the glass.  "Oh won't you move a bit so she doesn't think you are as useless as you pretend your nature is.  Oh, I do wish that he would be somewhat of interest right now to display that he is my perfect experiment.  Ms. Spitz, this is my prized bull, I gave him the nickname: mirage because that's what he is.  He doesn't look thirty six does he?  He was a disabled veteran when he was surrendered to us.  He was special services.  A fantastic five foot eleven inches and solid three hundred pounds.  I love he looks like there is nothing going on in his space.  But, do not be decieved, it is anything but."

I had been standing in Dr. Dawson's shadow and I could tell that the specimen was somethin that made me uncomfortable.  It wasn't something that I wanted to see, but I knew that there was a requirement to look as my boss was waiting for my reaction.  I knew that he would be larger than the betas who were patrolling the lab.  But as I peeked at him, then straightened myself for an expressionless scientific look at what my superior considered to be perfection, I could tell he looked like an NFL linebacker.  His body looked like a Greek statue carved to perfection as there were muscles in places I didn't even remember learning when I studied anatomy briefly in college.  He definitely looked like a wrestler as I could see the army tattoos and his prominent eight abs as it disappeared down into the shadow of what hung below.  I immediately looked back up as I felt my mouth open in shock.