Marcus dropped to his hands and knees, as in their air, tail raised. The massive lion trembled with anticipation, so out of place for such a paragon of masculinity.
Temporarily free, Eliza tugged at the door, only to find it locked. As she fought with it, she could here Angela beginning to plow Marcus's ass.
Angela seemed to be reveling in the act. 'Whipped little kitty, helpless and soon to be just an extension of my will. Won't that be nice?'
'Yes mistress' Marcus whispered.
'You'll be mine, body and soul. At my side at all times ever vigilant. You must never let your guard down, never falter. One slave cannot do it all alone, you must become more. You can, Mia showed us the way, bend yourself to my will and make the virus do our bidding.'
'Yes Mistress' his voice was barely audible.
'With your age, the virus is going to take your memories. You want that, it will leave you an empty vessel to be filled with my will. Are you ready pet?'
'Yes Mistress!' his voice rose to a shout.
'Then BECOME.'
Marcus roared, but it cut off abruptly. She then heard the now familiar sound of tearing wet cardboard from behind her. The door still wouldn't open.
'Sorry Eliza, but you can't leave yet. Hold her.'
Handpaws again grabbed her arms from behind, this time smaller and more delicate than Marcus's hefty mitts.
Spun around, Eliza found herself looking up at a lioness. Green-yellow eyes stared down at her from a slight height advantage, the new feline was probably right around six feet. Her head was all lioness, with no human features. Two additional identical big cats flanked her.
They were long and lean, with a tightly muscles frame. Cover in short dense pure white fur from head to toe, with a long legged build. Their breasts were high and firm, probably a C cup, and a proportionate sheath and balls was tucked between their thighs.
Angela chucked. 'Oh what to do with you.' She waved her arms around the room, at all the containers of samples. 'Thankfully I have plenty of choices.'