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It was her fifth target.  The first four being far easier than she had expected.  Naturally, if you are doing well, you get cocky.  You can't afford to get cocky when your job is to kill people.

After entering the compound of the psychopath she was hired to kill, she didn't think she would have to check for traps every step of way.  Besides, who would lay traps on the roofs of the buildings she was traveling atop, anyway?

She never saw the concussion mine she triggered as she was flung nearly sixty feet through the air, crashing violently into a neighboring building and tumbling to the ground where guards promptly immobilized her with tazers.  Thankfully, unconsciousness came quickly.

She was suprised when she awoke.  Life was the last thing she had expected to have after her capture.  She did notice, however, she had been relieved of her freedom, clothing and fur having been bound nude and completely shaven to a table.  It was dim in the room, but she could hear a voice nearby.  He mentioned something about 'no identifying tatoos found.'  Then he noticed she was awake.

"Ahh.  Nice of you to wake up."  She opened her eyes and glanced at the source of the voice.  A feline of some sort, fur having obviously dyed black and trimmed neatly around his face.  His clothing reminded her of a doctor, the white coat with metal buckles holding it closed and white pants to his digitigrade ankles.  He smiled as he held up a hypodermic needle.  "This will only hurt a moment."  A claw against her arm helped to pin a vein down that he drove the needle into, delivering its contents into her bloodstream and quickly withdrawing it.  He was right.

He withdrew the needle and turned to a small table beside him and she took the opportunity to assess her situation.  Her ankles and wrists were bound to the table, arms straight out to her sides and legs spread about four feet at the ankles.  She tried to lift her head and found her neck was also attached to the table.

Having her head held down made looking around a bit difficult, but what she could see told her she was in a secluded room, probably underground, almost certainly sound-proof.  She knew she was to be tortured, but since she couldn't see what the 'doctor' had on his table, she was curious to what he had in store for her.

It had been a few minutes since the 'doctor' had injected her and she found herself starting to notice more things.  Things such as the clicks of the 'doctor's claws on the floor as he moved.  The brightness of the fluorescent lights above.  The texture of the straps holding her down.  The coolness of the air around her.  Then a sudden pain in her right hand that caused her to yelp as tho someone had driven a knife through her palm.

Her head snapped to the side to see what happened and saw the feline holding no knife, but rather a needle in his fingers.  A smile graced his muzzle, "Excellent.  It took effect faster than expected.  The Baron is waiting to start.  I'll call him in now."  She watched him as he spoke and noticed amazingly small details.  From his simple gestures all the way down to the way the individual muscles of his face caused his whiskers to move.  He also had a peculiar scent.  It was there, but almost as if it was nothing.  Perhaps he was masking it?  Why?

He turned to his table, "You can come in, sir.  She's ready."  There must have been a radio or something built into the table.  Oddly, couldn't hear anything that would indicate that.

The door opened not long after.  She tried to see who had entered, but could not move her head in the proper direction to see.

The 'doctor' spoke to the new person, "She's ready to start when you are, sir."

"Excellent," said the deep voice of the new male.  "Let's see what our would-be assassin has to tell us."

She could smell him before she could see him.  His scent matched that of the lock of fur she had been given to identify her target.  He leaned over her and grinned, his features seeming younger than thoes of the photos she'd seen.  Was this the same wolf she was to terminate?  Of course, his looks may be different, but the scent was unmistakeable.

"I have some questions for you and I have a feeling you're going to tell me everything I want to know."  His tone was confident.  She was trained to resist interrogation of all forms.  There was no way she was going to talk and she couldn't help but smirk at him.

He chuckled, "I'm sure you're confident you can resist anything I might do to you, but tell me.  Have you noticed any...  Changes?"  He looked up at the black feline and smiled, then looked back at her, "Remember that shot my assistant gave you not too long ago."

She glanced over to the feline to take in his expression and suddenly, she felt a finger rub against her clitoris.  The feeling was something she could NEVER have expected.  Her body shook as pleasure rocked her body.  Not just pleasure...  INTENSE pleasure.  She had realized her sense of smell and sight had become more keen, but evidently her sense of touch had become moreso.  She arched her back and tried to get her crotch away from the finger.

"You see, we gave you a dose of an experimental sensory amplifier.  Our goal was to improve vision, hearing, and smell.  I'm sure you've already noticed those effects."  He ran his finger down the opening of her vagina, her body betraying her conditioning as she knew she was becoming wet.  It felt like an eternity had passed to bring her to her current state, but she knew it had been but a scant few seconds.  "However, this drug enhances the sense of touch far more than the target senses, rendering it useless for anything more than sexual applications."

She clenched her teeth as she neared climax when suddenly the feeling was gone.  Before anything else could register in her mind, she heard the destinctive 'poping' sound of a stun-gun. Her body exploded in pain, every nerve igniting with a pain she never knew existed.  She arched her back, trying to find the non-existant leverage to break her bonds.

Then it was gone.  Her body collapsed on the table and she lie there panting, her chest heaving with each breath.

She heard the Baron chuckle, but couldn't focus enough to look at him.  "You see, the downside is pain is also magnified."  He laughed and pat her on the crotch, her body tensing with each touch, "Don't expect any pleasure.  You were here to kill me, after all.  Alright.  Hit her again."

She heard the poping again and knew things were only going to get worse.