Change In Management

Every new technology comes with its own risks and advantages.  While the technology may change, people are still people.  Some are ethical, some are not.  And how they make use of that new technology is up to them.  Some do so aware of those risks, some do so only thinking of the advantages...

Change In Management

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 too 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 woman 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 to 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 to." 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 an 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..."