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A Change in Management
By Fran Avatar
Richard Dawes turned in minor aggravation at the latest alarm notice
to pop up on his computer screen.
"What now?" he grumbled.
This alarm though was different. Flashing repeatedly in bright red
to orange to violet it was impossibly eye catching. And worse, he
couldn't click it off. He had to enter his company ID and password to
get into it.
"That's different..." he mused, still annoyed at the interruption to
work as BetaDyne's CIO. "This is so not my job." he continued
grumbling to himself.
It had been over a year since their vaunted company president,
Marcus Barnes, had vanished without a trace. Known for his
eccentricities, at first his "temporary" disappearance was annoying
and written off to one of his quirks. Then it became inconvenient and
then as it dragged on it became a company emergency. Luckily, the
company executive officer, Douglas Byrd, was up to the task of taking
the reins. "A simple change in management" is the way Byrd had
described it to the news and, more importantly, to the investors who
supplied the cash to keep the company going. "A simple change in
management" indeed.
After a year had passed, Marcus Barnes was declared legally dead.
Things hadn't been the same since but the company, and its personnel
were adjusting. Having to put up with the occasional rash of odd
security notices which popped up on Richard's screen was but one of
those adjustments. Barnes had a mania about security and had done
much of the upper level security system designs himself.
"The man was brilliant," thought Dawes as he clicked through the
alarm notice authorizations, "brilliant but a real pain in the ass
about it at times." Barnes had been one of the bright lights in the
growing field of bio-nanites and it was several of his inventions
which enabled the field to explode into the hugely profitable
widespread use it enjoyed today. Ever profit hungry, Barnes had
spared no effort in ensuring his creations and company was amply
protected security-wise.
Dawes had been there from the start helping run Barnes' systems and
while he acknowledged their effectiveness, he still found them
awkward at times. Especially the multiple layers of them that he
didn't exactly understand fully himself. Things had been to busy over
the past year for him to get into the systems as deeply as he wanted
to. This latest alarm notice being just the most recent example of
that.
His security code fully entered, Dawes clicked the "Authorize"
button and the details in the warning notice began to display on his
screen.
"What?!!! Marcus Barnes? Alive? Here? How the hell?"
Quickly, Dawes brought up the entry logs for that morning. As he was
doing so he examined the alarm notice more carefully.
"DNA scan? Sonufabitch! How the hell did Barnes get that installed?"
Eyes darting back and forth across the alarm notice details, Dawes
saw that it included a "Current Location" display. "That bastard, he
has the whole place rigged with this!" Dawes exclaimed.
Bringing up the location information Dawes saw that Barnes wasn't
just on the premises or even just somewhere within the building but
was actually up in the Executive Suite outside of Byrd's office!
Dawes looked over and brought up the security cam logs of people in
the building. Selecting through the options he drilled down to reach
Byrd's office suite. He watched for several seconds as he fast
forwarded through the visuals. No Barnes was to be seen. Just two
women who had arrived some five minutes earlier, picked up the
company ID badges waiting for them at the front desk and then marched
directly up to Byrd's office.
"This doesn't make any sense..." thought Dawes.
He then went back to the security cam logs and cross referenced them
with the time of the initial alarm notice. There was apparently some
small delay in when the sensors picked up Barnes' presence and when
the notice was sent out. "Time for the DNA to be analyzed," thought
Dawes. He zeroed in on the time the sensor picked up that Barnes was
in the building and then he scanned back through the building lobby
camera files.
Still no Barnes. Just the two women. The taller of the two was both
doing all the talking and also was clearly in charge of the second.
Both women were very attractive. The taller one had a very striking
figure and her radiance came through even on the security camera
footage. Her companion, in contrast, was demure to the extreme. Idly,
Dawes noted upon looking more closely at her that she could actually
be a real knockout if she just dressed a bit more boldly and in a
more flattering manner. But, she didn't look up or show any
independent action on her own and instead followed the lead of the
other woman. Except, Dawes quickly noted, when she leaned forward on
the front desk in the lobby and put her hands down on its metal
surface...
"Wait a minute..." he froze the security camera footage at that
image and noted the timestamp. Looking over at the DNA scan alarm it
matched exactly. "No way..." protested Dawes, to himself. "No way
that's Marcus Barnes!"
Bringing up the built-in profiling function, Dawes quickly
established measurements for both of the ladies. The biometrics
listed the taller one (five foot eleven inches tall, in fact) as
closer to Barnes' height of six foot two. But still no match. The one
who tripped the DNA scan was but five feet two inches tall. Dawes
shook his head and looked over at the DNA log - 100% was the notation
next to Barnes' being identified. Dawes brought up previous DNA scan
log results. It seems a lot of people unknowingly touched that part
of the front desk with the detection plate in it. Dawes quickly
recognized a number of other BetaDyne employees, including himself,
as being positively identified. Dawes then brought up the logs for
the previous year and sorted down to Barnes. 100% again. Some more
keystrokes and he had the security cam logs for those times displayed
as well. And there was Barnes touching the detector plate and the
100% result coming up. Every time. In fact, scanning through the
other entries, it seems that Barnes made sure - damn sure - to touch
that plate every time he came through the lobby.
"No way..." said Dawes to himself again.
Dawes began trying to catch up to himself as his mind raced. Marcus
Barnes disappears from running a hugely profitable company and
reaping its profits.... Byrd steps in seamlessly... just a "change in
management" and reaps those profits for himself instead....
"No, that can't be..." Dawes said aloud, hoarsely.
Dawes sat back in his ergonomic chair, as it quietly reconfigured
itself to support the change in his position. His being stunned
lasted for but a moment, a long time for a man like himself. And it
ended even more abruptly.
Acting on a hunch, an overwhelming hunch, Dawes brought up another
security screen and again entered his company ID and password. He
felt a chill roll over him as he activated this part of the security
system. If his hunch was wrong he had just cost himself his career.
Looking up, at the location display and camera in the reception area
of Byrd's office, he noted that Byrd's meeting had just ended, and
that Niamora and Higgins were just then exiting. Those two could talk
on and on and had no doubt run late, thought Dawes. The two women
made their entry into Byrd's private office.
With but a brief pause, the camera and microphones inside Byrd's
private office came online. Dawes felt the cold sweat on his body as
he began listening to Byrd's conversation.
"Lisa, thank you for coming in this morning" said Byrd, smooth and
oily as ever. The man could charm a stone and that skill was but one
of the reasons he'd risen so far, so fast in the corporate world. But
he was a bit too slick for his own good and that had managed to keep
him no further than the number two slot at all the other companies
he'd worked. "Close but no cigar" was the phrase which came to mind
for Dawes. "Always the bridesmaid, never the bride" was another.
"Sorry about delaying things, engineers you know, totally inept,
socially, and usually won't say a peep around normal people but get
geeks talking about their techie stuff and it's hard to shut them
up!" Byrd continued, a bit smugly.
The taller woman, Lisa, smiled back and was equally as smooth and
oily in her reply, "No problem at all Douglas, we won't be here but a
few minutes anyway. You did say you wanted one last look at the
"goods" after all!"
"Absolutely amazing!" wondered Byrd. "Absolutely amazing! There's no
way anyone will recognize him."
"Not a chance Douglas," continued Lisa, "his own tech made sure of
that. Even now, this long into it, the irony of it all still gets to
me!"
"And we spared no expense or effort here. He's quite the dish now.
How big are those tits?" queried Byrd.
"42 DD's" answered Lisa.
"42's?" Marcus replied, a bit perplexed as the other woman's breasts
were clearly large but not seemingly that large.
"Yes Doug, 42's. I had her bind them a bit. She's a bit to big up
top to so easily pass here in the corporate world."
Turning to the shorter woman beside her, the DNA verified Marcus
Barnes, Lisa spat out a command in a voice far more harsh than the
velvety smooth tone she'd spoken to Byrd with.
"Monica! Take off your jacket, your blouse, and show us your tits!"
commanded Lisa.
"Monica" hastened to comply and deftly unbuttoned her suit jacket,
folding it quickly on the chair beside her, which then had her white
fitted blouse just as deftly removed, folded and set upon it as well.
Byrd and Lisa then looked over the tight wrapping that encased
"Monica's" torso and how that had obviously diminished the appearance
of her size but not the reality of it. "Monica" reached down and
unhooked the clasp holding the end of the wrapping in place and then
swiftly unraveled herself from it. As she did so her large breasts
came forth to full view. The binding was quickly rolled up and placed
aside the jacket and blouse on the chair.
"The bra to!" barked Lisa, and "Monica" deftly unhooked that and
shrugged it off as well. If there was any desire of modesty on
"Monica's" part it was completely overridden by her desperate
compliance with whatever Lisa commanded.
"My god!" exclaimed Byrd, "those are huge!"
A slight blush began to creep over "Monica's" flesh but also, her
nipples obviously perked up as well. Neither of which escaped Byrd's
eye.
"What? She... uh... he... enjoys this?" he asked Lisa, not taking
his eyes off of his former boss and company owner.
"Enjoy it? Perhaps. More accurately, she's been conditioned to it.
Part of the breaking process. Part of the reason you hired me for
this. We've been over this before Douglas. Simply altering her
physically just wouldn't do. She'd fight her way through that. We had
to break her, mentally, just as we did physically. So, we did. It's
become a learned and patterned behavior now. Fully conditioned. She
knows she'll be rewarded if she gets turned on when displayed."
"Rewarded?" asked Byrd. "Rewards don't sound like that much of a
breaking."
Lisa smirked and her reply made it clear to Dawes as he listened in
that there was something seriously empty in the woman despite her
radiant physical beauty.
"Douglas, you really don't understand people well at all, do you?
And that is why I'm so good at my job. And why you hired me. And why
I get results."
Lisa began manipulating the rather ornate watch on her wrist as she
spoke to Byrd.
"Monica, play with your nipples like a good cunt." commanded Lisa.
"Monica" quickly brought her hands to the huge thick nipples that
adorned her outsized breasts and with smooth movement borne out of
much practice, began to pull and twist and stroke her thick and
obviously sensitive nipple flesh. Quickly, that blush deepened into a
flush across her creamy white skin.
Watching this on the security camera feed, Dawes shook his head in
amazement that it wasn't some porn vid channel that had gotten
crosswired onto his system. Soon, "Monica" was panting with sexual
excitement.
"You see Douglas, I've found that reward is much more effective at
breaking a subject. Physical punishment is something that can be
fought. Even if the punishment physically breaks a man, he can
rationalize it and still fight it despite being physically broken.
Reward though, particularly the sort of pleasure that modern
technology can provide, is so much more effective."
"The pleasure I can dial in with the way I have her wired now is so
intense that she's come to crave it. To beg for it. Beg for it and
need it like a drug. Isn't that right Monica dear?" cooed Lisa with
coldly false sincerity.
"Monica" could but mew, piteously, back at Lisa who was obviously
her mistress and an evilly sadistic one at that.
"Watch this Douglas," said Lisa as she pressed a button on that
watch of hers.
Before their eyes, "Monica" began convulsing and moaning in the
throes of what was obviously a very powerful orgasm. Staggering on
her feet, she quickly righted herself - never taking her hands from
working her distended nipples nor her eyes off of Lisa either. Her
mewing however, became even more intensely pitiful.
Byrd shifted in his chair. Whether out of sexual arousal the result
of watching "Monica's" intense carnality or out of the sadistic
pleasure of witnessing his former boss so thoroughly humbled -
neither of which Byrd would confirm.
"Wired huh?" he grunted. "Chipped in the pleasure centers of the
brain. Yes, Lisa, I do pay attention to what you tell me. Sometimes,"
he snidely replied. "So, she'll cum on command. So what?"
"And be both excited by it and disgusted by it. Both of which serve
to break her, mentally, far more effectively than just beating him up
all the time. That craving for the pleasure helps convince him that
he's weak before it. That he's powerless to resist it. And therefore,
isn't worthy or deserving of anything better. It breaks his spirit
Douglass. All that crawling and begging to have more of that
pleasure. And with that spirit broken, along with some really nifty
drugs and other "conditioning" techniques, I get a nicely pliable
lump of flesh to make into what ever I want. Or, what ever I get paid
to create. Besides, beating her up to often just damages the goods.
And we can't have that." purred Lisa with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"No, we can't have that," snorted Doug. "So, let's see the rest of
her."
"Monica!" began Lisa but was quickly cut off by Byrd's interruption.
"No, let's see how well 'she' responds to other people's commands,"
his tone filled with envy tinged malice. "Monica," repeated Byrd,
"strip, now!"
"Monica" didn't miss a beat. Quickly, her neatly folded skirt and
slip joined the jacket and blouse on the chair.
"Panties too," commanded Byrd.
Those also folded neatly, Byrd then ordered "Monica" to spread her
legs and display herself.
"Not a trace..." Byrd mused.
"No, not a trace." chimed in Lisa. "Just as you specified.
Completely changed. She even has the full set of plumbing inside
there. Well, had it. We snipped her tubes. No way do we want the
bitch to get knocked up." chuckled Lisa. "Her new pussy is nice and
deep, made for fucking, and her clit is very, very sensitive" beamed
Lisa like she was describing her prize heifer at some country fair.
"Damn," smiled Byrd with an evil satisfaction. "And she hasn't said
a peep. Did you cut out her tongue as well?" asked Byrd, half in jest.
Lisa laughed at that, coldly. "No, she'd be of less use without a
tongue, don't you think? No, she has her tongue and she can talk
quite nicely. Monica! Say hello to Mister Byrd!"
In a sweet, light, unmistakably female voice, "Monica" obeyed Lisa.
"Hello Mister Byrd. How may I please you?"
"Excellent!" replied Byrd. "Nowhere close to his voice."
"Of course not, Douglas! I wouldn't miss that "minor" detail. Do
give me some credit," Lisa replied with a smirk.
"Shaved?" asked Byrd.
"A lot more than that, actually. Reconstructed as well. Did that
with the height."
"I was about to ask about that. She's now, what..."
"Five feet two inches tall in her bare sexy little feet," quickly
cut in Lisa. "This was the biggest challenge and I'm really pleased
of how I got it done. Could've lost her entirely during that part of
the process."
"Oh, and we wouldn't have wanted that now, would we!" sarcastically
observed Byrd. "For that would've meant we'd killed Marcus Barnes and
that would be a crime and we certainly aren't criminals, now are we?"
Even across the display screen Dawes found Byrd's false sincerity
repulsive. "No wonder this guy never made it to the top on his own"
he thought to himself. His eyes once again flickered over to the
security camera display details. Yes, this session was still being
recorded. Turning back to the conversation between Byrd and Lisa,
Dawes saw that Lisa was once again directing "Monica."
"...between his legs and take out his cock so you can worship it
properly." Lisa commanded "Monica."
"No, that's quite alright" replied Byrd. Firmly. "I've had proof
enough. And besides, I'm no faggot and whatever he looks like on the
outside and whatever you've done to him on the inside we both know
he's still Marcus Barnes. And as much as I've wanted that bastard to
kiss my ass like he made me kiss his, there's no way I'm going to
have another guy sucking my cock."
"Monica" shot a fearful and confused look at Lisa, not sure of what
to do with two conflicting commands coming at her.
"Oh well, your loss. She is an excellent cock sucker. An excellent
cocksucker. I've plenty of vids to prove that." Lisa said with
amusement.
"Monica! Bind those tits and get dressed. Now!" barked Lisa.
"Alright, since you've seen the goods, it's time to talk about that
final payment." purred Lisa to Byrd.
"Woman, you can truly be crude at times. Bringing up payment at this
moment." chuckled Byrd. "All right, as we agreed..."
At that moment, a new alarm buzzed on Dawes' display, jolting him
from following the conversation in Byrd's office. Looking over he saw
it was an incoming call from Johansen, the company's chief legal
counsel. An incoming call with full priority override.
"Shit, what now!" wondered Dawes as he clicked to answer the call.
Johansen's face appeared in a window on Dawes's display.
"Dawes, you'd better have an EXCELLENT reason for running the
security on Doug's office!" said Johansen, wasting no time. As usual.
Sighing, Dawes marshaled his thoughts. Of course, Barnes would've
set up the security system to alert corporate legal if such
surveillance was ever activated. How the hell was he going to explain
all this? And what to do?
"Steve, trust me on this one. Byrd abducted Barnes and paid the
woman with him in his office now to use BetaDyne's tech to transform
Barnes into a woman," said Dawes in a rush, wanting to get it through
to the company attorney before he could argue it.
"Here," Dawes continued, "I'm sending you their conversation - it's
all in there. He's talking money with her now." Dawes quickly cut a
copy of the security camera footage and sent it to Johansen.
Clearly in disbelief and still angered, Johansen brought up the
security camera file. As the attorney made his way through it, Dawes
focused back on "Monica" there in Byrd's office. Dressed by now,
"Monica" was once again demurely standing aside her - "his?" -
Mistress, awaiting further direction. It seemed that they were
winding down there little "product display."
Peppered through this were comments coming from Johansen as the
security video ran before him. They echoed the disbelief Dawes had.
The echoing soon followed the same path to acceptance and then
outrage. Though obviously not having taken the time to go all the way
through it, Johansen had either seen enough or picked out the
actionable portions.
"Dawes," he spoke turning directly into the display to "face" Dawes
on the other side of the monitor, "we're in trouble deep here. Damn.
This could kill the company." Johansen said as his mind was reeling
with the possibilities and ramifications.
"We can't sit on this, Steve," replied Dawes.
"No, that's not what I meant. Damn. I knew Doug was a arrogant
bastard but I never expected he'd be this dumb to! And he was stupid
enough to bring Marcus back in here to his office? What was he
thinking?" pondered the lawyer.
"That he owns the damn place and that nothing can touch him here,
that's what he was thinking. He's been like that for over a year
now," said Dawes with some anger in his voice thinking about some of
the "private" parties Byrd had held over the last year in his office
and adjoining conference room. The debris from those parties would've
made great scandal grist had he and Johansen not been quick to cover
for it.
"Damn! I knew Byrd always hated how Barnes always talked down to him
since he wasn't a tech guy like him," mused the attorney.
"And Barnes never liked how the Board imposed that 'Biz School
Drone' on him as Veep either," replied Dawes.
"Look, this is going to be big. Bigger than the local PD. This has
SEC implications and that means the Fed. Damn. The FTC to. Damn!
Christ! Our stock is going to get killed with this!" The implications
of what Byrd had done were opening before the lawyer like some
bottomless chasm.
"They're leaving now," Dawes pointed out as he switched security
cameras.
"Okay, stop them. Period. And lock out Byrd - NOW! Security
Priority, Special Access screen, Option Four, there on the right.
Yes, I have to co-authorize this to. Damn."
"I'll get security to hold them upstairs before they get to the
lobby..." Dawes quickly chimed in as he brought up the menu screen
Johansen directed him to.
"Do that! I'm calling Williamson, he's got contacts with the SEC.
Here, you call this number over at the FBI. It's for Ben Karenson.
He's Corporate Espionage there and that's as close a match to this as
I can come up with right now. Damn! This is a helluva mess!"
"Oh, it's a helluva mess alright Steve," said Dawes. "And it's going
to mean yet another 'change in management' to..."
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