Infiltration

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Mistress Dyvia presents:

Infiltration

By: Mistress Dyvia

Prologue:

Senator Marcus was making a speech before a press conference, “I will tell you right now, the idea of using nanotechnology in humans is very scary. We do not want to open this door. It will be a crutch, and it is one that we will never be able to close the door on. It will be a temptation as we will never be happy with ourselves. Some things may seem minor, hey I want to change the color of my eyes, an injection later and you're all set. Maybe your hair color… but what happens when you are a pregnant mother, and you know that resources are getting thin, and you want to make sure that your child is going to be better than the rest, take an injection then make sure your kid is going to be the smartest? The fastest? The strongest? And the most beautiful? What happens in 50 years when there is the perfect on one side, and the unadjusted on the other? We are going to get votes, but we need you to call your senators and tell them no on nanotechnology testing on humans.”

Lyra watched that carefully, her company was one of the few companies that was interested in testing nanotechnology on humans. She wasn't sure where she stood on the matter, on one hand, the senator was very right, on the other hand, what happens when other countries started doing it? 

Sterling walked in, he was wearing a white karate gi. His black belt with its seven little red stripes hung over his shoulder. “Hey, hun, how are you doing? How's the investigation?" 

Lyra tilted her head to the side as if to say not as good as she wanted the investigation to go, "how was your practice session?”

“Not too bad, a bit surprised to see how many women wanted to show up for a self-defense class at 4 in the morning.” He said. 

She laughed, "maybe a few of them are hoping you were single.”

He smiled, "I wasn't exactly hiding my wedding band.”

“You never do." And that was despite the fact that she gave him her permission. She was asexual, she had no sexual drive whatsoever, no desire to have kids, and yet he married her. He supported her, he romanced her, and he was always there for her. She felt bad she wasn’t giving him the physical need, she told him she was open to letting him have a physical (not emotional) relationship outside the marriage. But he always said everything he needed had a ring on her finger.

She grabbed her briefcase, and made her way to his front door. She kissed him on the lips and wished him a good day. 

"Good luck hun. And be careful with your investigation.”

“I will, but if anything goes wrong you can use your CIA training to get me out of there.”

"I didn't work for the CIA.”

“NSA." 

“I didn't work for the NSA." 

"Whatever three-letter government agency…" 

Lyra arrived at work as she usually did, she made her way up to her office, and then plugged in a special USB dongle she had. If it did what it was supposed to, she would create a static system appearance that would prevent her computer from being recognized as an infiltration unit. And then it would unload a small package to hack the firewall and find out exactly what's going on in the mysterious sub-basement 4. 

She carried on her normal work duties for hours, and it was in the mid-afternoon that she got an update. Her little toy finally parsed enough firewalls discreetly, and she was now able to view and record a number of files and live-feeds.

She clicked on a security feed. She would be able to look and see exactly what was going on there in real time. And she did just that. Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion. Her mouth hung slightly open, “what the hell were they doing down there?" 

She looked at the list of cameras, and she saw one for the laboratory. She clicked on that, it was written on our face that what she was looking at was very disturbing to her, "what the fuck are they doing down there? That is blatantly illegal.”

She removed the USB drive, she hid it in the little alcove in the bottom of her lipstick tube, and put it back in her purse. At 4 o'clock she made her way to the elevator. She pressed the lobby button and watched the numbers. Slowly moved down and when it finally reached the L, the door opened. 

She was about to step out, when she saw the CEO herself, Amanda Chambers standing in front of her, with two large guards on her side. The guard stepped in first grabbing Lyra and pushing her back into the elevator. Amanda stepped inside, swiped her card onto the floor console, extra options appeared, and she chose sub-basement four. 

Lyra's eyes closed and her head dropped.

2 Days Later.

Sterling was looking at everything in front of him. He hadn't seen her in 48 hours, he had filed the appropriate missing persons report. They investigated, his wife had left at 4 that day. They even had footage of her leaving the premises in her vehicle. 

She had withdrawn half of their savings, ‘her half’ the police suggested was to make the divorce easy. She had abandoned him, it happens all the time.

What they did not know, is he had access to things that even your typical police departments did not. He saw the time stamp for his wife pulling out of the parking lot, even saw what direction she turned out of the parking lot towards. Yet, when he looked at his satellite photo of the city at the exact same time, even played around with it in the first 10 to 15 minutes. She knew the direction, she never left the building. In fact, the car was loaded onto a shipping container at midnight right from the parking lot. 

She said she could get into trouble, and she might need him to rescue her. What had she got herself into? 

He walked to the hallway near the bathroom, there was a large painting, he took it off the wall and placed it near the couch. There was a small wire attached to an empty key ring that was right under the fastener for the painting. He grabbed the ring and pulled the wire, and pulled it, and it's slowly made a large square shape along the dry wall. And when he reached the end he gave it one last pull and the drywall pulled apart. Revealing a man-sized safe.

He opened it up, and there was his infiltrator suit. Black, radar resistant, motion detector resistant, heat camouflage, the visor had different settings, including an AI operated heads-up display, infrared and ultraviolet settings, and some simple weaponry in the forms of darts, and blades.

It was time to suit up…

An hour later he was standing atop a crane, looking down across the street into the plaza where his wife's well-illuminated skyscraper /workplace was located. 

“Lyra, I'm coming for you." 

Chapter 1

Sterling looked carefully, he wondered for a moment how far he could practice his backswing, wondered how far a golf ball would go from there, which floor would it enter, would there be enough force and momentum to break the glass?  He shrugged his shoulder, it wasn't really that important, just a trivial but entertaining thought… He did not have his golf clubs nor his golf ball.  Given the seriousness of the situation, it was almost odd that his mind leaned back to this thought… He lined himself up, and he repelled himself off the top of the crane. 

He felt the air resistance against his body, he folded his body tightly into a straight line, and pulled open the wings of his suit, it made him more like a flying squirrel. As he glided himself carefully to the top of the skyscraper across the plaza. One tap to the side of his visor and he could see the security points. Motion detectors, four cameras, no active personnel. 

That was fine, he could easily stay out of the view of the four CCTV cameras. The material of his outfit made him visible to the motion detectors in much the same way the stealth fighter was invisible to ground-to-air radar. 

He casually walked in a straight line from where he was to behind a refrigeration module and from there to another. Then he made his way right to the elevator maintenance shaft. Opening up a pocket over his wrist he pulled out a universal power drill. It took less than 20 seconds for him to pull off the cover and hop inside. He found the counterweight, and then locked onto its respective cable and he found himself moving at a high velocity towards the actual elevator. It slowed down as he arrived and then he was on top of the elevator. 

He stopped on his wife's floor. Well, technically the floor where his wife worked. The heads-up display on the visor let him know where the cameras were aimed, he could stay out of those sites. The motion detectors wouldn't pick up the other movement he would make. Once again there were no guards on this floor. He reached his wife's office, it was empty. There was no computer, no personal effects, it's like she didn't even work there. 

He was hoping to find some more information, specifically whatever she had found. But he knew the one piece of information that was probably relevant: Sub basement 4. 

He made his way back to the elevator and dropped his way down to the lobby level. He sent the elevator back upwards, and got himself back into the elevator shaft. He continued his way down. He found where the regular basement should have ended.  And as he suspected, it could send a person downward, he made his way past the first, second and third sub-basement levels and found himself at the 4th. 

He was able to force his way in, as far as he could tell, he had not set off any alarms. He took one step inside and looked around, this was definitely unlike anything he had seen before. The walls were a shiny metal, it seemed like it was very clean. Almost sterile. 

He wasn't sure where to begin anymore, this is where the computer schematics would have really come in handy. He tapped his visor twice, cartography mode, he was going to map this place out as he walked. No motion sensors, there were a couple of laser sensors on the floor, he was careful about those. An insulated heat signature popped up, that was unusual, most clothes didn't insulate like that. He slowly hid in the shadow and watched. Footsteps were coming, almost like high heels, a woman? He slowed and quieted his breath, keeping things at an inaudible level. And then two women turned from around the corner. 

Except they were not what he expected. Each of the two women were virtually identical. They wore some sort of black rubber bodysuit. Their breasts were ridiculously large, their waists impossibly tiny. Their entire bodies were covered in a shiny black material. Their feet ended in a strange pair of high heels that forced their feet to point straight down, almost like a ballerina would, except it did have a high heel curving at the back to support the weight on their toes. They did have nails that were extended from the black rubber material, and it was a bright pink color. That matched the pink collar around their neck. And then in their heads seem to be almost a fishbowl style helmet that was completely opaque from the outside.

“What the fuck?" Was the only thing he allowed himself to whisper, barely audible to himself. When the women had passed, he slipped down the hallway, the heads up display giving them a warning whenever he was close to setting off an alarm. He opened one door, it seemed to be more of a lab setting, nothing noteworthy just equipment, no network equipped computers, at least not networked beyond this floor.

He tried several doors, many of them seemed like medical exam rooms, tables, equipment, monitors, but no useful information for him.

He opened another door, he found exactly what he was looking for. He pulled a sticker from the outside of his wrist and pressed it to the side of the computer. Once he booted it, it started filling in information into a user name and password fields. He was starting to bypass all the security measures. 

He typed in his wife's name into the employee database. It had our current employment listed as ‘on leave- pending.’ He tapped a few more buttons, he wanted details. But there was nothing forthcoming.

He started digging deeper, it was time to start looking into sub-basement 4. Experimental. He was trying to figure out exactly what ‘experimental’ stuff they were doing, and it was difficult. 

He saw a list of 29 names. Except they weren't full names it looked like a first initial, first four letters of a last name, and then four numbers… he couldn't tell if the numbers were an employee number, partial or full… or maybe a social security number? 

He started scrolling down, an idea of popping in his head. A few clicks later he found it, LJohn8783. Lyra John, and 8783 had nothing to do with her social security, nor her phone number… or any other numbers he could associate with her outside of his head… It might have been a work assigned number. 

He clicked on her name, and the only thing he could get out of it was, ‘Processed.’

He started to do a search through the sub-basement documents. What  process? Nothing was forthcoming, look through testing notes, nothing… 

And he saw something that made his blood run cold, this was a government contract for human testing with nanotechnology. Which would be blatantly illegal since it was currently waiting for a bill to pass Congress. 

And then the system shut down. He was caught. He pulled the sticker off and placed it back on the outer wrist of his uniform. He walked to the door and it was locked. Yeah, like that was going to stop him. He reached to the side of his thigh, pulled out a little tool and in 7 seconds he was in the hallway. There were footsteps coming, the strange ones. He managed to hide himself in a little alcove while they walked right past him.

He made it back to the elevator shaft, opened the door, and as he was about to jump inside there was a net? It felt like he was stuck in a spider's web, and then there was a zap, and it went through the suit.  And he fell unconscious. 

He awoke with a start. He was sitting in a chair, it had armrests and his hands and arms were locked to it, same with his feet, and his waist. He was naked. 

He looked around, and then he saw her. A woman in a business suit, auburn hair up in a tight bun, sitting on the top of a desk with her legs crossed, waiting for him to notice her. That was Amanda Chambers, the CEO of the company. 

“About time you woke up. Interesting little costume you had there, a little out of date, but clearly more than most of our systems were able to handle. We'll have to upgrade because of you. Who are you?” 

“I'm just looking for someone." He said as he was evaluating his exit strategy. 

"And who are you looking for?” she asked impatiently.

“Lyra John. She was an employee here up until a couple of days ago, she disappeared. And I know she's still here.”

The woman pressed her lip in consideration, "and what is your relation to her?”

He thought about his answer, he thought about saying he was a client of the husband, or one of several other plausible story stories, but ultimately he decided to go with the truth, "she's my wife. She's told me she was doing something that could get her into trouble, and she might need me to get her out. She didn't come home. Police provided me with proof that she left, but that didn't match satellite records, nor did the fact that you had moved her car and placed it in a transfer container for overseas…”

Amanda's eyebrow went up, "that is impressive. But fine, I'll level with you, your wife is here. But she's not going to leave, and she doesn't need you to rescue her." 

He looked at her with an intensity that spoke volumes. “I don't believe you," summed up the volumes into four simple words. 

“Would you believe it, if it was from your wife's mouth?" 

No, “maybe." Truthfully, he didn't trust this woman in any way at all. They could use an AI algorithm to disguise her voice if it was a phone call, they might even have enough emails to provide a style of talking consistent with her speech mannerisms. But at least this would keep the conversation going.

She picked up a phone, and punched in a few numbers, “can you please send up Lyra 8783 up to the medical lab please. Thank you." 

They spoke no more words over the next few minutes all they waited for ‘Lyra 8783’ to arrive. Less than 5 minutes had passed when the door opened, and one of those rubber coated women entered with our feet pointing straight down. She immediately approached Amanda and then dropped to her knees, placed her hands behind her back, and bout her head. 

"Stand.” The woman complied. 

Sterling was getting a very sick feeling in his stomach as he was watching this woman interact with Amanda. 

Amanda asked the rubber-clad woman, “do you know this man?" 

The woman nodded her head. 

"Was he your husband?" Of course,  the word, ‘was’ almost set him off, his pulse jumped, and he knew his face was turning red with rage. 

The woman nodded her head. 

“He's here to rescue you. Get you out of trouble… Do you need to be rescued?”

The woman shook her head as if to say no. 

“I somehow doubt that will be enough for him. Come.“ 

The rubber clad woman approached, his eyes were analyzing her. Her waist was too tiny, her breasts were massively too large. There was no way in hell that this was his wife. And yet, he couldn't take his eyes off her, what if it was? 

Amanda had her kneel in front of him. And then she guided her hands over the back of the woman's opaque helmet, turned something and lifted it off. Revealing a face half covered, she unlocked something behind the woman's neck and slid out a large phallic device from her mouth. Her eyes seem to have an opaque pink contact lens, her hair was the wrong color… but that was Lyra. 

Amanda spoke again, “tell your former husband, do you need to be rescued?" 

"No… I do not need to be rescued… I am very happy here.”

Lyra is an asexual woman. She has no sex drive, sex of any kind is unappealing to her, and yet she just had some phallic device in her mouth. This would upset Lyra deeply.  “What did you do to her? This is not who she is." He demanded of Amanda.

Amanda corrected him, "that's not who she was, it very much is who she is, now. She is now company property, and she has been reset to a more preferred state. An optimal state.”

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?” 

Amanda rolled her eyes as if it wasn't obvious, “Lyra 8783, why don't you tell your husband what you're thinking about right now.”

"I want to suck cock, and fuck it, and feel it in my ass, it consumes my thoughts, showing off my big titties so I can be a good little slutty rubber drone.”

And that's when it felt like ice was going through Sterling's veins… these were not the words of his wife, those were never the words of his wife. She was not a sexual person, she did not want to be a sexual person, and she generally found disgust towards people who acted that way. 

Sterling looked into Lyra's eyes. "I'm going to fix this.”

She looked down at Sterling's cock, she licked her lips, “they already fixed me." 

No, they hadn't. There was never anything wrong with her that needed to be fixed. She was who she was. And now they turned her into some sort of sexual thing with these big fake rubber tits. 

“Lyra 8783, why don't you prep your husband for me. Use your mouth,” Amanda interrupted. 

Sterling was unable to resist anything, he was naked, removed from his infiltrator system, every one of his limbs locked to this chair. And then he watched as his wife dropped between his legs and started to use her tongue on his manhood. And then her full mouth…

As much as he wished he could have resisted, she was very good at what she did, no matter how he felt about the situation, she was getting a reaction from his biology. 

"That's enough.” Amanda's voice once again interrupted. "Stand aside.”

Sterling watched as Lyra stood up and walked to the side of the room and stood at attention. His eyes drifted back to Amanda as she had a small container, one way it almost expected to be a hand cream and said the little white container. She started to unscrew the top, and she reached inside and pulled something out… it looked like… a worm. A worm?

She placed it just over his crotch. He watched with a morbid fascination, as the worm seemed to feel around for something, it found his penis, and wrapped itself around and saw it slowly working its way around and around as it was crawling up towards the head. It squeezed tightly, he let out a grunt, it felt surprisingly good, though he didn't want it to. It took about a minute for the worm to reach the top of his penis, and as it reached the head, its head touched his urethra, the exit hole… and then it started to push itself in. This is another intense feeling, it was opening everything, forcing itself in, it was the oddest mix of pleasure and pain that he'd ever felt. And he wanted to stop it. 

His arms were pinned just inches away. And he looked up to see Amanda looking on with the light. His eyes looked over to Lyra, she wasn't even looking at him anymore. Just straight ahead as if focused on something else. “Lyra, help me." But she didn't even acknowledge him. 

His eyes returned to the worm, as it slowly worked its way into him, forcing itself down into the depths of his penis. What the fuck was that thing? He said, "the fuck kind of creature is that?”

Amanda looked, “that's not a creature. That is technology at its best.” That was the nanotechnology that he had seen mentioned? 

Then the last part of its tail seemed to disappear into his pee hole.  It only took about a minute and he noted that his penis started to go numb. Tingly. Almost like a limb that you slept on the wrong way, all pins and needles, no real sensation, but kind of a vagueness to its shadow limb.  

The sensation started to spread from inside of him, slowly moving down his legs until he could barely fail them. He tried to flex his toes, and he knew something was happening, but there was nothing… then the sensation spread slowly up his waist, and up his chest until it started spreading across his hands and his fingers… and then finally his head. 

Amanda simply stood there, looked at a reading, “100% saturation.’ and then she simply walked over, pressed a button on the chair, and all of the restraints were unlocked. Still only tried to get up, but his limbs did not respond as they should. He watched as Amanda started to put the phallic thing back into Lyra's mouth, and then once again secured that helmet, and dismissed her. 

Then her attention was on him, she was waiting for something… and only took her another minute or two before he realized she was waiting for someone. More of those rubber clad women walked in, and they picked him up, and they led him to another room. It was a white liquid on the floor, they submerged him into it, and pulled them right out, he barely had a chance to hold his breath, almost surprised that he had a chance to. Then they sprayed him off and he found that he had no hair on his body. 

They sat him in the corner on the floor, that way he could see down on himself. He was kind of surprised to see his penis was still erect. Almost as if it was waiting for permission to go back down. Not the other way around… 

Amanda walked closer, “I know you don't feel as if you're in control right now… you're not. We need you to be more flexible. And in fact with the 100% saturation, you are. She grabbed his wrist, and his elbow, and bent his forearm in the middle, it was like his skeleton was suddenly made of rubber. It didn't hurt, but his arm should not be able to move like that. His breath came out staggered, he tried to say something… it barely came out as a “bennehhh." 

“Shhhhh…" Amanda started, “first of all, I don't care what you have to say… second, I probably won't understand a word of it, anyway.” 

The women in the rubber started to pick him up again, and they led him to another room. They sat him down, and slowly they used some sort of purple liquid and started rubbing it all over his body. Again, he had absolutely no control over his individual body parts. Each attempt to move a limb, resulted in more of a switch than an actual controlled movement. It wasn't going away, he wasn't getting his ‘blood flow’ back if he really had the pins and needles feeling… It didn't stop him from trying, but nothing moved right.

The rubber clad women stepped back, and Amanda stepped forward. She held something in her hand, black and shiny, just like the other women. She held it in front of his face. It looked like, hell, he  didn't know what the fuck it looked like. Looked like a little black star with a finger attached to the other side of it, and then there was a little bit of material and then A little oval with a… a what the fuck? 

Amanda's laugh echoed, even with his numbness, she recognized the moment he figured it out. “that's right.” She made a gesture, and the women approached once again, and lifted him just a bit, lifting his ass off the floor. Amanda reached under him, and he knew that star thing was going to be pressed up against his ass, and then he felt the little finger thing being pushed inside of his ass, but then he felt a click, it was locked in his ass… he wasn't sure how he knew it, but he did. But then the little oval… the mound… that was shaped like a vagina… stretched around… and Amanda pressed it to the head of his penis, and there was another click.  Amanda had the women put him back down, and in a fetal position, all he could do was watch as the black shiny vagina slowly started to make his erection disappear. Watched as the stretchiness of the materials slowly pulled itself back together. And by the time it was all done, his penis and balls had disappeared completely, it was a black line in his hairless skin and it looked like he had a vagina of his own… and even though he couldn't see it, he knew it was attached to his ass via that little star-shaped thing. 

The rubber clad women picked him up again once Amanda was ready to resume. She put something around his waist, he knew it was a corset. And she turned something behind him, and he felt his waist getting tinier and tinier. Until it was impossibly small just like these other women. The saturation process made him malleable. The tiny waist didn’t even make him feel uncomfortable.

Then came the tits. It was a full harness that would go over his chest, each breast was significantly larger than his own head. Adjustments were made, he knew that she did something to his nipple before connecting it to the breast. Then there were special gloves that she forced up his arms, they seemed to squeeze his arms down into smaller, daintier, with a more feminine shape. Each finger had a shiny pink nail that extended over an inch past his fingertips. 

Then came the ass piece, it almost looked like a pair of shorts, but it had everything for his ass. They pulled it up his legs, black and shiny and it really made his tiny ass flare out into these big thick grabable shiny ass. He was becoming a caricature of feminine already. 

The women in the rubber helped him put on a pair of black rubber pants. And as they came up his legs, they became smaller, sexier. 

The boots came next, they were just like the ones the others were wearing, they encased his feet, and forced his toes to point straight down. There was a heel on the back that matched perfectly to his toes. When it came time to walk he would have to balance between his toes and his heel and he wasn't sure if he was ready for that. 

But he knew what he looked like now. The giant tits, the tiny wasp fish waist, that flared out into a big ass, with thin legs… his tiny arms with the nails… 

The helmet was brought next, Amanda unscrewed the top half and then placed the lower half over his head. It seemed to have a little bit of room, his chin would rest in a strange pink gel- like material. She forced his mouth open, and felt a tray being moved inside his mouth and surrounding his teeth, there was a gap, it forced his mouth to stay open. Then he remembered what was in his wife's mouth, and just as he predicted, he saw the phallic object in Amanda's hands, before she slid it right into his mouth and locked it to the mouthpiece. 

One of the rubber-clad women handed Amanda another small box, a contact lens box. And then something else… something that looked like a mixture between a syringe and a plunger to take the first, held open his eyes, and slid the contact lens inside. Everything seemed to be pink, he couldn't see through it, he could just tell that the room was illuminated. Then she did the same to his other eye. His world was cut off, at least visually. How the hell did these rubber women see? 

He felt the pressure on his head as Amanda started to put the top half of the helmet on, he was a pressure forcing his head down, it had a gentle twist like she was locking something into place. 

Was he done? No.  He felt her lift the front of his head, almost forcing him to look up and he felt it. She was putting something around his neck. And he remembered the glowing pink collars that each of them wore. And he felt something secure around his neck, he heard the click. 

And then his vision started to return. He could see through the opaque lenses, through the opaque fishbowl helmet in front of him… and then he saw the words up here before his eyes, ‘stand.’

And then he felt his body start to rise on its own, standing at attention, shoulders back, chest out, and his feet spread about shoulder width apart.

Chapter 2.

He was just standing there. His body coated in this black material, smooth, almost frictionless. He tried to move, but his body seemed to be at the discretion of this black material. Everything he looked at seemed to have a slightly pinkish hue. 

Amanda stood in front of him, inspecting him as if she was testing to see if she was happy with the final look. That smile almost seemed to gloat. “Follow," she said with just one word that seemed to dig into his head.

Amanda turned away from him, and continued to walk out the door and down the hall. 

Sterling found that he did not have any control over his body. His body had control over him. He started walking, he wasn't exactly sure how, but his body apparently knew exactly what it was doing. One foot swinging in front of the other, little arcs, as his body moved forward, tracing the exact same steps that Amanda took. His body apparently knew how to walk in the freaky footwear. 

Part of him recognized that he should have been surprised that his toes didn't hurt at the extreme angle, but then again, Amanda… moments earlier had just bent his arm in an angle that should have hurt, and his arm acted like rubber. It would bend, but there was no break. 

As he continued to walk, he found that the eye contacts mixed with the whatever the helmet that covered his head did, made it so that he only saw what he was supposed to: what they wanted him to see.  His peripheral vision was almost non-existent, all he saw was an opaque pink on the edges of his vision. There almost seemed to be a heads up display showing where he should move in order to continue following her. And he followed her right into a room. 

Amanda commanded him to stand in front of a bench. He did. She sat in a corner across her legs and started playing with her phone.  They waited several minutes before somebody else walked in, a woman wearing a white lab coat. 

“A new recruit?” The woman asked. 

“Yes." Amanda stated simply. "I want to test the basics.”

“Of course." 

The woman grabbed a tablet from the wall, loaded some software, and then walked around Sterling like he was a piece of meat. The woman started making some notations, and then placed the tablet down. 

"Initiate sensory deprivation mode.” 

Sterling had heard the words, but it took a second for him to see the results. His whole body became tingly, he had absolutely no feeling anywhere. He heard Amanda speaking, but it slowly seemed to fade away, and suddenly he could hear nothing at all. A moment later, his vision became completely pink, and then even that seemed to fade away to black. He was deaf, he was blind, and he definitely had no feeling… He suspected he had no sense of smell or taste either, but he couldn't be sure with the helmet on his head. 

Several minutes passed, he was alone with his thoughts. He had no idea what was happening in front of him or around him. 

And then something changed, his vision started becoming a bright opaque pink once again. And then the pink started to fade a little bit, and Sterling could start making out the details of the room in front of him. Except he was staring up at a light above him, he was on his back. He was on the ground. 

"Breast firmness set to level one." The woman in the white coat spoke, and then she grabbed one of his breasts, and squeezed. It may as well have been a water balloon as it had almost no resistance to her breast, there was no firmness at all…  It completely contoured to the woman's hand. “Breast firmness level set to level 10." A moment later she grabbed the breast, and it may as well have been a bowling ball given how it reacted to her touch.. She squeezed it, she slapped it, and she ran her hands around it. She made a notation on her tablet. "Breast firmness set to default.” And then a moment later she squeezed, and it moved almost like a normal woman's breasts. 

“Privacy mode on." She said something else, Sterling could hear it, but it seemed muffled to the point that he couldn't make out a single word. He could hear the exchange between the woman doctor and Amanda, but that didn't change the fact that he couldn't do anything about it. 

The woman in the white coats stood in front of him, she said three words, he wasn't sure what they were, but she started feeling his breasts one more time… and it felt… good… it was a slow rumble coming from the back of his throat at the way she manipulated his breasts, teasing the nipples. And then she spoke three more words, and then she spoke three more words and it was back to normal… she touched his breasts, and it felt like someone touched him, but the intensity of the feelings were gone. 

Three more words and then she said,  “Can you hear me?" 

With the thing forced into his mouth, he couldn't respond verbally, but he nodded his head. 

"Sit down.” a moment later he found himself sitting down on an examination table.“ Cross your legs." His legs seem to cross like a normal woman's would. "Spread your legs into the form of a split.”

His eyes went a little wide, that would hurt. But his legs did lift up and spread all the way to the side, and it did not hurt. 

She said something about vaginal sensitivity increased to Max. Vaginal? Then a moment later he felt the doctor's hands between his legs, and his breath staggered. That felt good. He almost felt his crotch starting to involuntarily move towards the woman's hands. And then she said something about removing sensitivity and suddenly it was a sensory dead zone. 

He saw as Amanda stepped out of the room. He was now alone with the doctor, and then she commanded him to follow just as Amanda had earlier. 

He found himself walking behind this woman not knowing where they were going. They got in the elevator and she pressed a button. A moment later they're walking down another hallway and then he was entering a… gym? 

This is where things got really weird for him. There was an indoor track surrounding the rest of the gym, and he was commanded to start running. And he did, he also thought he'd be out of breath, but he wasn't, even with that thing in his mouth. As he was running, there was a heads-up display of how fast he was running. He was running at 8 mph. He was well aware that the average sprinter would run between 7 and 1/2 and 10 mph… the latter was not sustainable. But he was sprinting in those heels that pointed down, he felt no pain in his feet. He felt no exhaustion. 

The doctor commanded him to increase the speed by 100%.  And he watched it as a speedometer moved up to 16 mph. And then he was commanded to double the speed again, and he found himself running at 32 mph… he never heard of a person running that fast, let alone in high heels… and then he kept running at that speed for nearly an hour. When he was done he wasn't even breathing heavy. 

He was taken to a bench, and then he was committed to do some bench presses, he was able to lift over 800 pounds. Using a leg press, he found that he was able to push over a thousand. One test after another and he found that he was far beyond any Olympic level person. 

And then he was commanded to be weaker than any of his opponents. The doctor put her hand on the table, and had him arm wrestle her, and just like that, he had no strength to move her arm at all. 

When the testing was done he was commanded to follow her again. One foot after another. He followed her, keeping at the exact same pace about three steps behind her. They took an elevator and went to another sub-basement level. He was led to another room. 

It's room was weird. It almost seemed to have indents on the ground, dark colored. His vision was mostly pink at the moment, and he couldn't exactly make out the detail very well, but she let him to one of those indents. There was a railing…

He held on to it at her command, and then moved down. It was a pool.  Actually given the heat coming from the water, it was more like a hot tub. 

But he continued to hang into it, and every step made him go deeper, and deeper, and then he was going over his head. He wasn't in one, he was in a thick fluid. In fact, he was pretty sure it was black.

He sat down on what appeared to be a bench, he was completely submerged in the black fluid. 

He wanted to know where he was…

And then letters appeared in front of his vision “you are in the re-education center." 

What the hell? Can this thing actually hear his thoughts? 

Words appeared in front of his vision again, ‘yes. You are one with us.’

What was that supposed to mean? 

But this time it didn't answer the question, instead there was another message appearing in front of him, ‘uploading copy.’ and he watched as a progress bar appeared in front of his vision, and there was a strange feeling in his head…

Uploading copy? Were they uploading information from his head? 

‘Yes, we are copying your memories and your personality as an emergency backup if needed later.’

Could they do that at any time? Or was it because he was in the goo? 

‘because you are in the ‘goo.’ almost as if that were not the name the system had for it, but he wasn’t worthy of that knowledge. 

A moment later, it was a command, ‘remove your helmet.’

What? No fucking way, a freaking drown. But a moment later his hand moved up to his head, and twisted something, and pulled his helmet directly off. He felt the black goo surrounding his face, pushing into his pores, it was thick and there was a lot of pressure. 

A moment later he was reaching behind his head, and unlocking the device that was strapped to his mouth, and he removed that along with the long phallic gag that was forced into his mouth earlier.  The black fluid seemed to rush inside his mouth. He was breathing the fluid. They were saturating his body with the fluid… with the nanotechnology.

It was part of him that knew he should panic, but somehow he seemed incapable of panic. It was hot, literally, just like a hot tub. The fluid did not hurt his eyes or his mouth.  He had no trouble breathing. In fact, his body seemed to lack that desperation that a person in trouble feels. Especially when submerged and unable to get up. 

He wondered if his wife had gone through this. 'Lyra8385 did go through this.’ it confirmed. 

But what exactly was this? 

He knew the hot temperature was raising his entire body's… but it didn't feel negative, though he could feel it seeping into his body in strange ways. It was flowing into his mouth through the device. As a part of him that suspected that his eyes were making an access way… it was moving in through his ears. It was like osmosis, there was an equilibrium between the stuff that was on the outside and the stuff that was on the inside.

And then there were words that appeared in front of his vision. ‘erasure protocols.’

The hell? Erase what? 

Suddenly, he was standing in front of a large group of people, he was wearing a tuxedo, and he was standing before Lyra in her white dress with the biggest smile on her face. It was the happiest day of his life. And when he was asked if he would accept her as his wife, he watched a single tear and rolled down her cheek as she said “I do.”

And then he asked her, her voice broke, it went up so many octaves as the joy in her body language was evident, but somehow it was still audible, “I do." A moment later he was kissing his wife. He was actually married, it seemed almost unbelievable. 

There was a certain shift… He couldn't quite identify it… Suddenly, he was standing in front of a large group of people, he was wearing a tuxedo, and he was standing before Lyra in her white dress with the biggest smile on her face. It seemed like a nice day, but he had a strange detachment to what was happening. And when he was asked if he would accept her as his wife, he watched a single tear and rolled down her cheek as he said “I do.”

And then he asked her, her voice broke, it went up so many octaves as the joy in her body language was evident, but somehow it was still audible, “I do." A moment later he was kissing his wife. From a legal standpoint, he was married… they both seemed to be happy. 

And then there was another shift… Suddenly, he was standing in front of a large group of people, he was wearing a tuxedo, and he was standing before Lyra in her white dress with the biggest smile on her face. He noted that both him and the woman seemed happy. And when he was asked if he would accept her as his wife, he watched a single tear and rolled down her cheek as he said “I do.”

And then he asked her, her voice broke, it went up so many octaves as the joy in her body language was evident, but somehow it was still audible, “I do." A moment later he was kissing his wife. He recognized that this should have been important, but somehow he was just something to watch, and experienced to have in the back of his mind. It wasn't really that important.

And then he was in the blackness again, his detachment's starting to fade as his emotional bonds started reconnecting… but, the day he got married, what just a couple seconds ago might have been the most important day of his life, he couldn't seem to find any value to it… he still loved Lyra, but that day was not important…

Were they erasing his emotions?

There was no answer this time, instead he was answering the phone, it was his father… There was a car accident, and his mother had died. Frustratingly, he was overseas on a mission, he would not be able to make it back in time for the funeral. His mind was a cluster of conflicting emotions, he had his duties. He was feeling grief at the loss of his mom… There was a refusal to even acknowledge that this was real. There was guilt that he was unable to give his father any kind of relief even in his presence…

Then there was a shift, he couldn't quite identify it. There was no answer this time, instead he was answering the phone, it was his father… There was a car accident, and his mother had died. He was overseas on a mission and would not be able to make it back in time for the funeral. His mind observed his memory with a clinical detachment, he had his duties. He watched the signs of grief as if he were watching a movie. He understood the emotions, but he did not experience them, just like in a movie. 

And then there was another shift. He watched from a completely detached point of view as he answered the phone, it was his father. He listened as his father explained that his mother had passed away. He understood the emotion he should feel, but there was nothing, but he acted the way he should have. But in truth, his mother had passed away, it wasn't really important.

Sterling was in the black goo again, in the present. Another important moment of his life stripped of its emotional importance. He had the memory, and the only grief he could feel was the grief of knowing that that grief was stolen from him. 

He was sitting in his car, he was a little embarrassed picking her up, as he should have cleaned it a little bit better. Lyra was holding his hand, she had just explained to him that she was asexual, she had no sex drive, no desire to have sex with anyone. She didn't think she could have sex with him unless they decided to get pregnant, but even then… she felt no more arousal, no sexual need, and she found the whole process bothersome… she was crying a bit. She didn't want to put him through a relationship like that without being honest, she had hoped she would feel different as she spent time with him. The more love she felt with him, and she did love him with all her heart… but it wouldn't be fair for him… she wanted to break up with him… and he told her, that he loved her, and that it didn't matter… he was with her. He felt his ears burning in his eyes, he had been waiting for sex with her for months. He loved her, and was willing to wait. But now… he would wait forever, but it didn't change that he loved her. They didn't break up, she even offered to let him sleep with someone else once in a while, as long it was only physical… He shook his head, She was the only one that was important to him, the only one he would ever want to have sex with, to make love to, and if she couldn't… he wouldn't. It was a hard day, but he got through it, and that was almost a year before he proposed…

Then there was a shift like before, and he relived the entire moment… he had felt detached, none of the memories were that important anymore, it was almost like having someone else's memories. He understood the emotions, but he was completely detached…

And then one memory after another… after another… after another… his emotional connection to every single one of his memories was gone. It was information in his head. No different than the information he could read from a book. 

‘Erasure complete,’ appeared In his vision.

That changed a lot of other things too. Without the emotional connections to his memory, without the emotional text of a situation, any situation… even his current situation seemed less upsetting. 

‘Gender Shift Initiating.’

He knew that he should be upset with this, but he wasn't. He wasn't entirely sure how he was supposed to feel.  But then there were a number of things that started to flush into his head. 

It was pure knowledge, feminine knowledge. There was a rapid assault of different types of hairstyles, how to achieve them, how to use what kind of brushes, clips, hair bands, or just his fingers to achieve these looks. 

Then there was a flood of knowledge about clothes from lingerie to dresses, underwear. Institutional knowledge seemed to flood into him about how these should be worn appropriately, how he should smooth out the back of his skirt before he sat down. Although he seemed to walk fine in the highheels he was wearing earlier… as if he had taken them off…  There seemed to be programmed information downloaded directly into his brain, allowing him to know how to walk in different types of footwear, including the ones he was wearing. 

His identity started to become tied with his vagina and his breasts. Femininity was important to him. Having the appearance of being feminine was important. She couldn't really understand the idea of having a penis, she had a vagina. Even though the process wasn’t complete and there were parts still there… She had memories of having a penis, but they were so detached from her mind, that it seemed almost alien.

He was not a man. He was never a man. She was a woman. She was always a woman. She preferred to be a woman. 

She was not a man named Sterling. She was a woman named Zylvia. She was part of this company, she was a product of this company like the others. She was Zylvia9896. There was a flood of something, but the name Sterling became meaningless, she was Zylvia, that was her identity, that is who she was… and Zylvia9896 was her designation and the important part of her identity in regards to the company.

There was another influx, An understanding of a role in the company. She understood that there was a hierarchy of employment. She would obey all of her superiors.

She was part of the company. She was a product. And her re-education for the day was complete. 

She disconnected from the pod, and she stood up. She put the gag back in her mouth, and reattached the helmet. Somehow the helmet seemed to remove the black liquid from around her. She started walking forward, started to ascend the steps out of the black liquid.

And when she reached the top there was the doctor. Somehow she knew she was supposed to kneel, she knelt before the doctor, one of her superiors. 

The doctor seemed pleased, “Amanda Chambers would like to speak with you. You will find her in sub-basement 4, room S429.”

Words appeared before her vision, ‘you are required to verbally respond, will you respond?’ and then there was a yes and no option.  She stared at the ‘yes’ for a brief moment, then heard a voice come from her helmet, “Yes, mistress… I will obey.” The helmet would aanswer for her when her mouth was full. 

Institutional knowledge was already buried in her mind, institutional knowledge she never actually learned. But she knew which door to take, which door would take her to the executive offices of the sub-basement 4.  And she walked that way.

Chapter 3

Zylvia knew that her mind was becoming as malleable as her body was. There are ways that they taught her that were easy to explain, and some that were simply uploaded. They had a purpose for her, and she was fully going to embrace it. 

She was informed that the prelude to her primary function would be to learn sex and seduction. If sex and seduction were important, then it meant that she was not always going to be encased in this black and shiny body. It was a part of her that was still curious, but there was a voice that would sometimes whisper into her ear and make her less concerned. 

The sex training was first. It started out in those black pools of liquid, the basic information fed into her mind, experiences of others shared with her. And understanding of how her body would feel, how her mind should feel and hence how she should react.

The first part of the sex training was simply what to do with their hands. She received information on how to pleasure men and women using her hands. How to scratch a back, how to gently rub against somebody. Exactly how to scratch every itch and erogenous zone. 

When she left the liquid, she was taken to another drone like herself, another woman in shiny black. She had no idea if this was somebody she knew or not, if this was someone that was formerly a man like her, or if this was just another woman that crossed the company. 

It didn't matter, they were who they were now. She removed her helmet, and her face was still covered in the black rubber-like material like before, a semi-permanent skin. The other woman did the same. It was not a person that Zylvia recognized. Assuming she was allowed to recognize anyone. 

They took turns pleasuring each other with a focus on using their hands. A gentle stroke between her legs using just a finger… A tongue used across a nipple. Knowing how to roll a nipple between the second knuckle and the finger in the thumb. Using a finger to penetrate, then two, and three… And soon it was her whole fist. A similar process was used for the girl’s ass. 

Then of course they switched places. Zylvia saw her a heads-up display, it would tell her where her pleasure levels were on a numerical scale. She could react by how much pleasure she should be feeling, she did feel it, but there was no context for how she should feel without the numbers. It also gave a good context to judge how the other girl was doing. 

The AI system was recording both of their responses, both of their actions, and assigning a grade to them. 

Zylvia had her orgasm while the other girl was simply moving her fingers in circles around her clit. She understood her penis was gone, that device they placed over it had focused the nanites into swapping it and reshaping it as a vagina. There was nothing under it anymore, but that made her feel more feminine. That was a good thing now. 

She had to resist cumming as the girl added one finger after another… and then she did allow herself to cum when she had the whole fist inside moving back and forth… that was what the program told her to do. She was compliant. She came from the proper attention in her ass, and then the session was done. 

Then she was sent to an executive, a man… and she used her hands to pleasure that man. Much pleasure. 

As soon as she was returned to the pit, the area with the black fluid where she could be one with the AI. She was programmed with hole training, understand how to use the holes in her body to accept larger and larger phallic sized objects. 

Like before she met with another, and she was put through her paces as these various sized toys were used to stretch her holes, gauge her reactions, tell her when she was allowed to receive pleasure and how much, and when to cum.

Then it was her return to test another, and they did fine. 

Back to the pit and they were taught about pressing and rubbing. And then another day they were taught about the positions, missionary, all fours, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and so many more. 

They tested only on one another, and then switched places to test more. Their program was flawless, and they understood sex better than most women… most humans ever would. 

Seduction training came next. Sometimes it went for as little as flirting to things that were more overt. 

One of the first things she learned was how to preen to show attraction. Little things like touching her hair, looking in the mirror as if concerned about her appearance before someone she was attracted to… gentle touching, laughing at jokes that were not funny… though the AI hadn't told her what was funny or not yet, more just when to laugh… she had to use the memories of the man she once was to fill in the blanks. 

Then there was learning the difference between being confident and having a lack of confidence… when observing the person that they were going to seduce, it was important to learn which kind of women they found more attractive, a confident woman that spoke freely, that could challenge ideas, keep things interesting… or an unconfident woman who could be easily manipulated herself, a woman who's clothes and mannerism suggested she was not comfortable… a Target… and as far as the AI was concerned, potentially a trap for someone who needed to be influenced.

She learned things about her voice. How different octaves had different effects on different people. How to seduce men and women with a whisper, how a whisper was a tease in the form of a promise.

Part of it was also knowing her own body, knowing which angles showed the best appearance. Knowing that with her dimensions, the size of her breasts, her waist, her ass, the shape of her legs and butt depending on what kind of shoes she was wearing… how her back was arched… the shape of her shoulders with certain postures… all how to be used to grab the attention of her targets.  

And for all the training she had for sex and seduction… This was barely scratching the surface of what her purpose would be. 

Her purpose would be long-term. It wasn't about convincing a person to have a night of pleasure, but the need to keep them long-term. To adopt her behavior to make sure the other person was invested long-term. Or to find ways to change a person's opinion using sex, seduction, or more

The program was actually called ‘Psychological Manipulation.’  It was a system intended as a study on how members of the opposite sex or sometimes the same sex would react to each other in certain scenarios. 

The first part of it became identifying non-physical attraction. Because of the way the nanotechnology worked with their physiology, they would be able to alter their shape frequently. A man who likes big breasts would be happy with their default settings, but if they're aware that the person did not care for large breasts, they could be changed to something more preferable. Once physical attraction was no longer necessary, non-physical attraction was. 

Non-Physical attraction was focused on a series of information. Some of it was made from those that they had observed earlier, files were made, backgrounds were established. If the target preferred grunge music, then they were more likely to be open to a person if they arrived wearing a Nirvana t-shirt, or humming a song from Soundgarden…or  quietly singing a song from Alice in chains.

A man in his thirties or 40s wearing cartoon t-shirts from their childhood were more likely to be nostalgic. That was something that could be played on for an opening. Were they introverted or extroverted?  If you met a person at a wild party, and they showed signs of introversion, such as self-awareness, getting them to go to another party within the week might take away from the goal, a movie might be the better plan.  A person who thrives in a group of people, the ones that don’t want to leave the party, they will be open to another party, or dance club the next day…

And using information that could be acquired through background checks, internet histories, social media and so forth. What they find fun for entertainment, political views, how long personal relationships lasted… Details and strategy were formed.  They would provide the perfect way to break into a person's comfort zone. The information was there and it was easy to get. 

But then there were the other things that she had to learn, ways to identify the body language, the clothes, the way they moved… even simply checking to see if she had a wedding ring would tell a lot about what she would need in order to place herself into this person's life. And the AI made sure that she knew exactly how to do it. 

Some of her time in the pit helped her to identify important ways to discern body language. Hands behind their back would be open. These were easier targets, they were the kind of people that were either friendly, or open to conversation. They were less likely to be secretive, and more easily emotionally and mentally available to give what was targeted. 

A person that often held their arms in front of their chests was considered defensive posture. These were the people that were often hard to break down their defenses… often their emotional connections were surface level at best, it would take a lot more to get down to them. 

Though given the information that was available to her, that would likely not be too much of a problem, but it would require a longer time frame. 

As cliche as it might seem, she had to learn about different looks. Ones that would be complementary to certain styles of the other person. Ones that would be written off by people. A man who wore an anime shirt likely didn't think he would have a chance with a woman wearing a tight red dress with plenty of cleavage… it might actually put them into a defensive position. On the other hand, a man wearing an anime shirt might just be open to a woman wearing a comic book shirt. 

Just as easily a man wearing a polo shirt and khakis was more likely to take a woman with a preppy style more seriously than a woman that preferred jeans. 

The information kept getting uploaded into her mind. Zylvia was learning to analyze behaviors, analyze styles, and find ways to counter them in a way that could expose them to her seduction.

More importantly, she was learning ways to bring out the assertiveness in the other person. Linger, keep a subject going, but don't push too far… make the other person make the first move, be obvious. Of course, there were some that were just unable to pick up a clue, and those were the ones that were okay to push forward with. 

If they were clearly attracted, but hadn't made a move yet… There were power moves… invite the shy man to a concert, tell them that since it's so far from their home, they could spend the night in her place… on the couch or if they wanted… in your bed.  There were very few men who didn't pick up on that clue.  

Although Zylvia realized that they were spending a lot of time on her training, she did notice that there was an abnormally large amount of male and female interactions, and the female and female interactions were significantly infrequent, informationally speaking. 

Deep down, part of her knew what was already a plan for her already was. She would be ready, they would be pleased with her.

When was done with psychological manipulation phase 1. She was to meet with an executive. There were questions asked, and she was given time to answer on her own without the assistance of the AI. If there were times when she was struggling, answers would appear, but she would have to disclose that she was getting that information. There were none of those times. The information had fully integrated with her malleable mind. 

She was told it would be a couple days where they would not be doing that training, but evaluating to see who would be best for which scenarios they had developed. Zylvia was fine with that, she was finally with everything that the company needed from her… that the AI told her to feel. 

Zylvia was instructed to take a couple days off while her data was being processed. She knew that this meant people. The AI probably had a decision within seconds of reading the data. But executives didn't trust data as much, they didn't accept the AI conclusions as easily. 

Zylvia was washing a wall that would be painted soon. They had provided the materials and she was providing the labor that was required of her. A woman in a suit approached her, so that she was required to assist with another. And then she was told a room number. 

She had the institutional knowledge that had been uploaded into her mind. She knew exactly what room she had to go to, whose office it was, and the fastest way to get there from the point where she was. She had long since gotten used to the heels, and even in those she was quick to get to the location. 

She knocked on the door, a moment later another drone like herself answered and gestured for her to enter. 

There were three men in the room, one was sitting behind a desk and two on a couch on the side. They were watching with interest as the second drone stood ready for instruction. 

The man behind the desk started playing some music and told them to dance. And they each started dancing the same dance, just a few feet away from each other. The man clarified, they should be dancing with each other, seductively.

Zylvia immediately changed the way she danced, she turned to face her partner as her partner had moved to face her. They started dancing almost as if they had been practicing it. Their entire lives. The way their hands moved across each other's body, clearly intended to entertain the gentlemen that watched.

Then the two men on the couch stood up to join them. The two drones separated from each other and started dancing with the men, just as seductively and just as perfectly in a way to keep them interested, to make them more. And they did want more. 

Zylvia wasn't exactly sure whether this was an enticement program. Were they being offered up as entertainment for perspective, clients or investors? Were they all executives? It didn't matter. This was within her purview of expected behavior. 

Soon the men were naked, and soon the men were pleasured. When all three were in their post orgasmic bliss, it was time to leave. 

The man behind the desk simply asked, “what are your names, ladies?" 

Since she was gagged, and assumed the other girl was as well, there was a display that appeared in front of her vision requesting confirmation to reveal an identity. She focused her eyes on the word, ‘Yes.' 

The word illuminated in her vision and the voice module on her helmet in a very AI voice said, "Zylvia.”

And about a half a second after she had said hers, the other drone said, “Lyra." 

With that they both turned and walked towards the door, they gave no further acknowledgments to one another, and they both walked down opposite ends of the corridor.

Zylvia found that she did not have to sleep as much as she did before, but she still did have to sleep. And when she did sleep, there were dreams… but they were not like the dreams of the man she once was… These were more provocative.

They were shared dreams, she could almost hear the voices of the others in her head, she would experience moments in the days that she didn't experience. She knew her room based on the information uploaded into her mind, but she had never been in that room. Maybe Lyra had, maybe it was somebody else, but she realized some moments. Other times she would re-live a memory where she was in a location she had never been in, but it was definitely a play on a memory even if it wasn't a perfect memory. Although each of the drones were fully individualized, they were part of a collective consciousness, and the sleep cycle is where she truly saw it. 

Like pieces of puzzles. Imagine a closet full of puzzles, each puzzle a different person. And then somebody opened up all of them and dumped them all on the floor, Zylvia never saw the entirety of a person's life or rememberies, their hopes or their dreams… but she saw pieces, small fragments… and some of them enriched her, they were part of her now. 

Zylvia was chosen to continue the psychological manipulation path. She knew from the AI that her experiences as the man she was kept her alert and calm in high stress situations. That information could be passed along, but the neural relays in her mind made it easier for her to adapt and it would for some others. They could learn, they would learn, but Zylvia would be an expedited model. 

She spent time in phase 2 of the psychological manipulation. The information would be obvious to some, not so much to others, but it was set up in a strategic format. 

Long-term goals… those who were doing just sex and seduction had short-term goals. Get a person to go to bed. Lore someone to a location. Even keep them stationary for a few days or a week. That was easy. 

For Zylvia, psychological manipulation meant making her targets on her long-term. These people would want to be in relationships with her, potentially with the end game of marrying her. This would have various purposes throughout her relationship with the target. She could potentially keep tabs on the competition, being placed as the wife of a CEO of their number one competitor would put her in a very good position to pass along information to the company. Being the fiance of an executive strategist could set her up in a position to make them choose less efficient methodologies… change their minds and perspectives over hundreds of conversations. Sometimes she would be subtle, sometimes she would be very overt in how she verbalized her opinions. But when she had months or even years to slowly erode the positions of a significant other, it would benefit the company.

Picking up on insights was always easy. Body language was blatant, men were easier, you know they were attracted because their eyes kept bouncing back and forth from their face to their breasts. Women were a little more subtle, but that was really more of the seductive phase. Taking it beyo the psychological manipulation, one would have to pay attention to what was not said, see the body language that was being contained. 

Did a smile seem genuine? Did it reach their eyes or were they just being placating?

A woman who moved out at the age of 18 or younger and was living with a significant other but never went to college… it might just be that… but it also might be a sign of an abusive parent. Often times that could lead to either a situation where that person seeks more intimacy than others, which could make it easier to slide into their lives… or they could be more defensive, afraid of a relationship because of what their parents put them through. There are ways to use conversations to parse this information… and once she knew which situation she was dealing with, there was a strategy to win them over. 

Sometimes it was important to control both sides of the narrative. It was easy to control the story from one side. One simply presented. That wasn’t always enough, when creating a strategy it was important to find ways to control the counter argument, make sure the argument fell on the right ears, in the wrong way, and hopefully from their side. This could be done by arranging false documents, false documents that would be leaked. As mentioned before, this could be as simple as making the wife of a higher up see that error that might not exist. And they would accidentally sabotage their own launch.

And then the other problem could occasionally come in the form of eliminating the competition. You are trying to seduce someone, and they clearly have their eyes on another. They need to be gone. What techniques could be used?

The easiest one is to discredit the person. Finding a flaw in every one of their conversations, finding the chink in there proverbial armor when they're trying to make a point, and use that one little thread to unravel their entire perspective. There was always a flaw, it was just a matter of the proper analytical mind to break it down. 

If that didn't work, there was always using authority to remove the person. There were many ways to do this, use an HR department to file complaints, have the person dismissed, most people would violate some sort of company policy whether they intended to or not.. usually minor, occasionally not. If the possibility was there, literally use the authorities, have police or security remove a person from the premises based on whatever reason you need. Unless they were gone, you would control the only perspective. 

There were drugs of course, most people don't watch their food 24/7 if they bring it with them. When no one was around, it could be something they slept in. Something added to a drink. Once their behavior becomes abnormal, they could be removed and then the target doesn't have backup, and they are open to your seduction, and then the long-term plan.

Zylvia finished her second module. She was confident with herself in a way that the man she was never could have been. She knew how to have sex, something that the male voice inside her would have been screaming against had it not been muted by the AI. But she looked forward to it, they wanted her to look forward to it…  She enjoyed it when she was presented. It didn't matter whether it was male or female, she enjoyed the physical sensations. Zylvia was a seductress, she knew how to whisper the right words, knew one not to speak, and knew how to use her body to entice even the strongest willed…

But she knew how to manipulate as well, she knew how to take the information at hand, break it down, analyze it, and form a plan to take control of one or more individuals. It would start with the seduction and sex, but then it became subtle. Shift the flow, use their own dreams, ambitions, and knowledge base against them. Control the narratives, focus on long-term goals…

After one of the sleep cycles where she experienced fragments of other people's lives, she found herself waking up and walking down a hallway. There was a woman and a navy blue blazer and matching skirt. She held a Manila envelope, “Zylvia." 

Zylvia stopped and turned to face the woman. There were no words, the gag prevented the words and the AI system generally did not create specialty words unless there was something more substantial needed. 

"We have your first assignment. It will not be a long-term project, we're going to assess your capacity to influence others into doing something they normally wouldn't do.”

And Zylvia said nothing, she was unable to say anything. But she took the envelope, she held it in front of her face, and flipped through each page as the helmet recorded all the relevant information. And then she handed it back to the woman. 

It was straightforward, she would comply. 

Chapter 4 Zylvia, moved forward with her assignment already being processed in her mind. She had a clear plan on what she needed to do. The first part included using her training as an agent. 

She would start with the investigation. Once she was back in the pit submerged in the black liquid, she had full access to all of the resources of the company and the AI. She started going through his money history, his credit card expenses, bank transfers. There were three likely places that the money he was taking was going. 

The first option was a digital currency, aka cryptocurrency. They were frustrating because these digital currencies actually were only reliant upon the money that had already been invested in them, they had nothing to back them… there was no silver, no gold, no debt, no country to back them. Depending upon which cryptocurrency he chose, if it devalued, it might not be recoverable. 

Gift cards were also an option, many locations had limitations within the United States, and of course the deals with different vendors. But most places would allow up to $500 or some even up to $1,000 before they're required to disclose private information. This meant that on the way home he could easily stop into any number of convenience stores, big box stores, grocery stores, gas stations and launder hundreds of dollars per stop. Again, this would make it very difficult to get back.

Then of course they were overseas accounts, some of these could be as simple as a bank account in Brazil, or very hush-money investment accounts. 

Zylvia would have to look more into his background to get a better idea of which he was more likely to have done. 

She moved on to his history, specifically his family history. He grew up in a middle-class family, the good news about this was that it made it less likely that he would have engaged in gift card fraud, as that was more likely to be done with lower-class systems and connections. Unfortunately, it meant it was more likely he would have invested into digital currency as overseas accounts were likely less of an instinct for him. 

She took a look at his family medical history, his mother's side had heart problems, his father's side had colon cancer problems. If there wasn't already a plan to make him disappear, he would have a lot of things to maintain about himself to keep himself healthy once he reached middle age. Though likely given his age, that might not have been on his radar just yet…

Currently there was no one sick in his family that would take away from the family funds. None of his family members were significantly in debt. As far as Zylvia could tell, there was nothing looming over their family that would make him have to give it to them… he was doing this for himself. The family likely would not know about what he was doing. 

Zylvia looked into the women he had dated, most of this information was available through social media, either directly through him or through some of his friends. 

It seemed that the two longest relations he had was with a woman that was a natural blonde, she was athletic with high cheekbones, blue eyes stood at 5'7 and had an athletic body. She was involved in athletic pursuits long after she'd finished college. There was something she was involved in every season: Skiing in the winter, competitive swimming in the summer, biking in the spring, And spent her falls at the gym. Her name was Astrid. 

The other woman was a short petite girl, big lips with a button nose. She was naturally a brunette, but she rarely had anything but brightly colored hair. She was geekier, standing at 5'1 and very thin. She didn't have the exercise mentality that Astrid did, but she liked video games, anime, and a lot more of the indoor stuff that Jeremy did. Her name was Katie.

And just to get into his preferred habits, she was able to use the resources to parse his VPN and find his porn habits. It was an interesting mix of blondes with big tits… cosplay porn where women were dressing up as characters from his favorite shows or other media… and apparently had a thing for lesbian BDSM porn, specifically bondage and humiliation, but seem to avoid pain-themed scenes.

Next, Zylvia did a deep dive into his own interests. Not a huge surprise that he was very much into sports just as his father was. His preference was baseball, though apparently he was eager to attend as many hockey games as he could go to. His social media was littered with baseball all year round, but during hockey season he was very much into that. He did not seem to care much for basketball, though there were a number of game day posts about football. 

He liked MMOs. Massive multiplayer online games, apparently he liked regular video games as well. But he really liked the ones where he was part of large groups trying to slay monsters. She wasn't sure how that would be useful, but it did make her aware that he was likely extroverted. 

His movies tended to stick with action or comedy, but when there was a lack of that, he tended to put anime on. He had a preference for longer TV series over shorter ones or movies. Ones that had hundreds of episodes, apparently that was so that he could have noise in the background when he was doing other things. He liked to watch them over and over again. 

Then of course came the important thing, what exactly did he do after work? 

Judging from his credit card expenses, he went home most nights. Though his social media showed multiple attempts per week to get a group of friends together. Likely, he just watched those games, watched those sports, or kept his mind busy with the anime running. However, she noticed that whenever any major action, comedy, or comic book movie was coming out… he would often go out on a Thursday night with his best friend. 

Every Saturday he attended a specific bar 1.3 Miles or just over 2 km from his house. Surveillance suggested that he would spend each night with a group of five friends, stay there from approximately 7 until 11. He would walk home, and then he would walk back Sunday afternoon and pick up his car. That seemed terribly inefficient, especially doing it every week.

As far as she could tell, he had come across everything he needed to know about Jeremy to form a plan. 

The first part of the plan of course, was to make a body that was more preferable to his ideals. For the most part, he was a mix of the two long-term relationships that he had had. The body would 5’4 or 162.5 cm… exactly the halfway point between Astrid and Katie. Astrid had blue eyes, Katie had brown eyes, thus it was more appealing to have a person with hazel colored eyes, colors that would appear both brown and green depending on the lighting or situation… Although green was not blue, they were both cooler colors and he would be triggered for Astrid, as much as he would have been for Katie when looking into the eyes. 

The body she would need would also have the high cheekbones of Astrid and the eyebrow shape as well. The nose and lip shape would be much similar to Katie's. Astrid had blonde hair, as with the new designed body, but she would have highlights in a bright pink color to reflect Katie’s bright colored hair.

The physical body would be more appealing, using preferences for the breasts and ass from his porn habits. Basically larger for both, but not oversized as Zylvia was already used to having. She would have a petite body that would be reminiscent of Katie's, however, her muscles would be defined, though not specifically athletic. The six pack should remind him of Astrid.

Once Zylvia had compiled the information for the physical appearance of this new girl, she uploaded the details to the AI systems. She had an immediate green light, as she was already in the pit, the process began. There would be no need to help it as every piece of the uniform that had been put on her, was to be removed. No more black drone, her body was resized, something that days ago she would have thought was impossible. But she moved from her 6'1 height all the way down to 5'4… nearly 23 centimeters… She lost much of her mass, the muscle texture that she was given was heavier as it was more dense… she felt her lips expand, and her cheeks move upwards, her teeth reset to something almost perfect… she felt her breasts shrink down to less than half the size they had been, her ass lost about a third of its mass.

They were adjustments to her larynx to make sure her voice towed the line of Astrid. 

As her body was changing, they had to establish a type of history for her. What sports she liked, it would be baseball. They would have something to start a conversation with at a bar, especially if it was playing sports on the televisions as most bars like that did. She reviewed some of his favorite movies, luckily, Sterling had seen most of the movies that he liked. There would actually be some first-person knowledge on these. 

And then there was anime, she picked a number of TV series and movies that she would know about. Many of them were uploaded from wiki articles or even Wikipedia itself since the AI could not resonably upload the videos directly to her consciousness, but she understood who the characters were, the episode lists, how they tied together, and she was ready for a conversation. 

Then there was a style that she would have, casually. She would find herself often in a simple t-shirt with very tight jeans and cute sneakers… however, for a date, she cleaned up. Well knew how to do makeup very well, or tight dresses, and could run a marathon in high heels. She worked as an executive for a rival of their company, this wasn't true, but they could set up a shell company for Zylvia later for business purposes. And for those business meetings in which he would eventually meet her, she would more often wear a blouse with a pantsuit, her hair up in very tight, no-nonsense hairstyle in the makeup would be minimal, but strategic, typically a minimal makeup look with a bolder color of lipstick. 

The changes were done, Zylvia had the shape of the new woman that they had created just for Jeremy. She emerged naked from the black liquid that she had been building for hours.  The person was now real.  And for the first time since they forced her into that black uniform of a drone, she looked entirely human. Vulnerable by design, but she was not.  

She missed the tight restrictive outfit. She missed the gag in her mouth. She knew this was all by design, she knew this is what they wanted for her. It would make sure that she stayed efficient when she wasn't plugged into the AI systems. She would not dilly-dally. She had an objective and she had to stay on task, and then she could get back to being the person she was now. 

Another drone appeared, it provided her with clothes. A simple sundress and flats. She ascended in the elevator and when she reached the lobby, Amanda was waiting there. She had documents for her: a driver's license, a fake diploma, credit cards, cash, social security card, birth certificate… everything she needed to get started. 

As Zylvia was still Zylvia, but her new last name would be Watts. 

The next 3 days saw her get an apartment, spend time furnishing it, awkwardly using some of the furniture from the corporation, specifically from rooms that were currently unoccupied due to downsizing… even Zylvia was surprised that they actually had a bed for the bedroom… who needed that in their offices? 

The clothes she picked were pretty basic, she had a swimsuit in case something came up. She had a number of casual outfits, three pants suits just in case, and of course, some sexy dresses and heels for those times that she would be seducing him. 

As Zylvia applied her makeup, she did it with the ease and focus of any woman who had been doing it most of her life. There was barely a thought about the fact that this was the first time she was applying it to her face. She had access to memories of several women applying makeup, as well as the AI. They were informative syntaxes that allowed her to know what each brushstroke would do. 

It was a Saturday night, and she opened the door to the bar. Jeremy was here every Saturday night with his friends. This was a casual evening, she wasn't wearing a fancy dress, she walked in wearing a t-shirt with his favorite band on it. Her purse had his favorite anime. 

She walked in and sat down, and just had a water. She didn't look at him directly, but she did notice that Jeremy was looking at her, he was talking with his friends but his eyes kept wandering back to her, she continued to sit alone.

About a half an hour I'd passed, and he walked up to her, “hi there, my name is Jeremy, it's a shame to see a woman like yourself sitting there, all by yourself." Clearly his friends had put him up to finally making a move on her. 

She smiled, "I'm here for a date. I showed up 15 minutes early, and apparently he's 15 minutes late. Sorry.”

There was clear disappointment on Jeremy's face. But he told her that he hoped she had a wonderful evening. 

She sat there for another half an hour, dismissing a waitress a couple of times. She knew that they wanted her to either order something meaningful or vacate the table so that they could make more money off of it. They would only be patient so much longer.

Zylvia had a lot of control over her physiology, at one point she focused on making her face turn red. And she allowed a single tear to escape her right eye, she didn't wipe it until Jeremy noticed it. 

He approached her again, “you okay?" 

"I think so, I think I've been stood up…” She said as her voice cracked. 

“Mind if I join you?" He asked kindly. 

Tears left both of her eyes and she hurried to wipe them with the small sleeve or t-shirt. "I get a pity date? I must be pathetic.” Zylvia said with her voice accentuating an upset tone.

“No, not at all." He reached out and touched her hand and offered her a napkin, "you're the most beautiful woman in this bar, possibly in the entire State… and I don't know what idiot would stand up a woman that was as beautiful as you…” then he gestured to her t-shirt, "clearly you have good taste." 

Zylvia, giggled, “you're a fan?" 

They left and started talking about music, and then they ordered food, they chatted and they had some fun. When she reached into her purse, he noticed the anime logo, and asked her if she liked that as well. She nodded at her head and they went down to a deep dive conversation about their favorite moments, the subtleties, and themes that carried over the whole series that a lot of people had never noticed. 

They paid for the meal, but told him to stay right where he was for a second. She walked over to the jukebox, and picked a song from their favorite band, looked at him, and used her finger to give the universal, ‘come hither.’ He did. 

And they danced for the song, it wasn't exactly the kind of song that most people dance to, but they did. Jeremy looked like he was on top of the world, she looked like she was enamored with him… 

She asked him for his phone number. He told her, and she did not write it down. He asked her if she wanted him to call her, so that it would be in her phone, she shook her head… “I'm really smart. I'll remember it." Which she would, even if she didn't already have his phone number from his file. 

The next day she called him. He answered carefully, "hello?”

“Hi Jeremy, it's me Zylvia!, I don ‘t know if you remember but we met last night-”

“-Believe me, I remember.” There was a nervous chuckle, "I didn't think you were going to call me, especially when you didn't write down my number.”

"I'm wick-ed smaht” She said with a Bostonian accent reflecting another one of his favorite movies. 

He laughed again, “are you the perfect woman?" 

"I doubt it.” But she had made herself perfect for him, "trust me, you don't really know how flawed a person is, until you're putting their makeup on everyday. So I see the flaws of myself more than anybody else. It also gives you time to think about yourself.”

She sat in the office booth talking to him, she knew he was sitting in his car for his lunch break, and they talked more about their common interests… or at least his interests that he thought they had in common. Then he let out a little sigh, "I'm sorry, but I have to go back to work.”

She let out an intentionally cute. Giggle, “I guess I'll have to let you go." 

"All right, I guess I'll talk to you later.”

"I guess so…” she paused for the briefest second, "just saying… this is the point where you should be asking me out for a coffee." 

There was a slight shifting sound in the car, “or a bowl of caramels?" 

"Or a bowl of caramels, they're just as arbitrary.” again making reference to a movie, the same one as the ‘smaht’ comment.

They did make arrangements to meet for coffee, and they showed up. When she walked into the coffee shop 15 minutes early, she saw that he was already sitting there. “Early for our caramel date?" She asked and she stood in the coffee shop. 

“Well you did say you showed up 15 minutes early for your last date, I thought I'd be early for you.”

She sat down and crossed her legs, "smooth.”

They sat there for about a half an hour until she excused herself to get to work. They made arrangements to have an actual date that following Saturday. It was an upscale restaurant, and he would have to be dressed up nicely, and she would too. In fact, he would get to see her exact shape outside of a t-shirt for the first time. 

Saturday came by, and he walked in with a nice navy blue blazer and matching pants, a white button down shirt, the collars were pressed well, And he had a tie that he clearly spent a lot of time on, as it was done in an Eldritch style not… but the tie was also of their favorite anime.  

She on the other hand, she walked in with no reference to anime, no references to their band on her body. She walked in with a ballroom dress, red, her waist ever so tight, her breasts were large, her cleavage deep, and her ass was a magnet for every eye in the room. It had a slit up the side of her left leg that showed off her stockings, and the shape of her very fit leg, that was defined even more by the high heels she walked in on. She had a small clutch that matched her dress, her nails were long and red. Her lips enhanced by the lipstick, and her mascara enhanced her lashes fluttered with every blink of her eyes. He was speechless, and may have been helpless.

About halfway through the dinner she excused herself to go to the ladies room. When she stood up and turned around, his eyes were laser focused on her tight round ass, until he saw the one contradictory color… the black of a tattoo on her shoulder… of his favor at sports team… as soon as she disappeared around the corner he bit his lip and put his head down, “ fuck, she is perfect… don't fuck this up. Don't fuck this up…”

He'd recomposed himself by the time she came back. They continued their dinner, and everything was amazing. 

They briefly talked about their jobs, he mentioned that he worked for a company but was thinking about leaving… didn't get to the specifics, she didn't push… she already knew, not that he would know. When he asked her what she did, she told him that she worked for an investment firm, vetted companies, read compliance contracts and so forth.

The following Wednesday, she was wearing a very expensive looking pant suit. Her hair was up in a tight bun, very business-like. Her makeup was subtle, but her lips were not, they were a dark red color looking like she was about to eat somebody. The very image of corporate professionalism. 

She walked into a room with a couple of others, and when she walked into the room, she saw a team of four people from the company, including Jeremy. He seemed kind of surprised, she pretended that she was surprised too. 

They had set up this meeting to make it look like her investment company was getting ready to invest hundreds of millions of dollars into the company. They went through a presentation, And at the end Zylvia's ‘boss’ said everything looked good, that they would have Zylvia read through the contracts, and look at the history of compliance… and if everything went well, they would invest close to $10 million into the company. 

As they left, Jeremy caught up with Zylvia. “So you guys are investing into our company?" 

She nodded her head, "yes, don't worry. I won't tell him anything about you wanting to leave. It looks like a good investment, quite frankly, this could set a lot of us up at my company for the rest of our lives…”

"...And what if the investment goes south?” he asked her. 

"I'd probably be living in a cardboard box…” she said with a stern face, “is there something I should know?"

"Come with me.” she followed him to his office, “they're doing some majorly illegal stuff, when it comes out, it's going to tank the company… bad." 

When they reached his office, he reached into the pull down ceiling, and pulled out a Manila envelope. It was thick, a couple hundred pages, and he also had a USB drive." He handed it over to her. 

“You're trusting me with this?" She asked him carefully. 

This time it was his turn to not his head, "yeah. There only two copies, this one, and one in my mother's safety deposit box." 

She cracked a smile, “you're trusting me with something you've only trusted your mother with?" 

He shook his head to say no, “my mother doesn't know anything about it, just knows she's holding on to something for me." There was a pause and a smile, “only you and I." 

"Thank you.” and she started to turn for the door. 

“You're welcome." He said with the kindness in his voice. 

Has she opened the door, "security, send him to sub-basement four.”

“What?" Two men walked in, as if they had been waiting outside his door for just this moment. 

"Zylvia… what the hell?" He ran past her, tried to run past the guards, but they had him… and he was being dragged away…

She took another elevator to sub-basement four… she went to the pit, emerged herself in the blackness, and felt a peace inside herself that she had not felt in days… phase two would begin, And she felt her body shifting, changing shape once again… but not to the shape she wanted to be. 

Less than an hour later she was walking into an interrogation room, Jeremy was naked strapped to a chair, much like Sterling had been. He looked up at her, "Mom? What are you doing here?”

"I am not your mother, I am Zylvia… but I do need to get your mothers copy, I figured it would be best to do it in this form.”

His face seemed to go pale, “you're one of them." he really did know.

Zylvia reached for a box, and pulled out what looked like a black worm. It wiggled around her finger, covered in a black like oil… just like Amanda had done with Sterling, "I am…” as she placed it on his crotch and watched it slowly wrap its way around his manhood, looking for the entrance… she added, “and so will you." 

Chapter 5Zylvia was laying in the pit, when there was an alert. She was awoken by the system, the AI, she understood that she was about to be used for a mission. Information was displayed in front of her, the first was a video. 

Senator Marcus was announcing that he had found more people to support his legislation and was preparing to introduce a bill in the coming days that would eliminate AI testing in humans before it was even to begin. This was not unexpected, if the right money was to pass hands; it would not pass. 

A second video appeared, it was of the CEO Amanda Chambers, a woman who was usually stone cold, and the same one responsible for Sterling becoming Zylvia… Apparently she was having a full-on meltdown with a room full of executives, clearly not the board. “We need to sanitize anything in this company having to do with AI testing. If they look into it, we've never used it beyond mice. We need to be prepared for any audits that come.”

One person raised their hand, "but we haven't used it beyond mice.”

Amanda pointed at that man, "Yes! That is exactly the kind of attitude I want out of every member of this company. If Marcus has his way, we need plausible deniablity.”“Don’t we donate to his campaign?” One person asked.“And he has a tendency to burn bridges.” Amanda snapped back.

Most of the executives nodded their heads in agreement, though clearly three of them looked confused and had no idea that they actually had gone beyond testing on mice. Far beyond.

“I want an infrastructure plan no later than Monday morning by nine, to eliminate or move all assets related to AI testing to be moved not only out of this facility, but out of the country. I want to know what options we have, what we can do, and plans to scrub it from all of our internal tech on the premises." There was a board meeting at one, she wanted a plan of action in place before then.

Each of them started to write things down on their notepads…

She added, "I want all your notebooks turned in during that meeting as well, anything on paper… there will be no physical evidence tying back to this.” She pulled out a black binder, there was nothing in it as she opened it up… and this is how much funding is going into any nanotech research going forward.” Nothing.

There were a few more notes mentioned, but ultimately that was the message. She returned to the office several minutes later, in which she opened the door and called her secretary in. The AI was able to override Amanda's camera on her monitor, it recorded her using her position somewhat immorally for physical pleasure… or potentially stress relief, depending on the nature. There was a ‘no fratinization clause’ in both of their contracts…

Zylvia understood what the AI was alerting her to. They needed to make sure there was plenty of funding, they were not going to be moving off of the premises, let alone out of the country… And it was Zylvia's job to come up with the plan and execute it to make sure that everything remained the way it was.

In truth, this plan was not going to be like the one that they did to sabotage and recruit Jeremy. Amanda is too high in the ranks, she couldn't just disappear. However, she did have weaknesses, and the easiest one… The AI knew it as well as Zylvia; the secretary…

Before doing the research into Amanda’s secretary, beyond the basic information such as her name, Krystal… She started combing over months of internal security surveillance, she wanted to know how long they spent together in private, beyond what they should. Looking into Amanda's finances also gave an idea of how often she spent time outside of her house. She was single, so she didn't exactly have to go to a hotel, unless she wanted to keep the relationship secret… Apparently she did, there was only one incident of Krystal actually showing up at Amanda's house, and that was to deliver a packet to her, she never went inside.

There were several notable uses of her using corporate assets to wine and dine people at hotels. There were no other clients listed as in the area at the time that would be a notable use. She was using the money to have a night with the secretary. This seemed to happen every other Saturday night. Three to four times a week, she would ask for an espresso… Amanda did not like espressos, that was their code word for if it was safe, to come in. 

Krystal, on the other hand, graduated from a local college, 3.12 average in Business administration. She worked three jobs before being hired at the company a year earlier. Her parents, John and Stacy were conservatives and had rejected her when she came out as bisexual in college. She has had no contact with them since. She had been a bridesmaid three times in the past 2 years. She constantly rewatched Grey's Anatomy, and her favorite movie was The Devil wears Prada… briefly, Zylvia wondered if that was an ambition, an irony, or a very odd coincidence given the ice that Amanda wore around her personality.  

Krystal would be the key to taking down Amanda. 

Thursday morning, Zylvia emerged from the pit. Her body was different, it wasn't like her normal drone self, it was not like the woman that would attract Jeremy, nor was it Jeremy's mother… in fact, she looked just like Amanda Chamber, the CEO. 

A text message went out to Krystal, she was told to come in an hour early. She responded that she would, but Amanda did not send that message… nor did nor she receive the reply.

Amanda was already in her office, but Zylvia was coming up in an elevator plan to stop right at the moment Krystal pressed the button for the elevator to go up. 

The door opened, Krystal's eyes went wide, “oh, good morning Ms. Chambers. I didn't expect to see you here.”

Zylvia smiled, “come in! Krystal." 

She stepped inside cautiously, and said, "thank you.”

Zylvia had seen the surveillance more than a couple times, she immediately grabbed Krystal's arm possessively and forced a kiss. Krystal seemed to melt in her arms. Then she pressed a couple of buttons, and instead of going up, the elevator went down. 

“Where are we going?" She asked. 

Zylvia answered, "sub-basement four.”

The woman looked confused, “I thought I wasn't allowed down there? You said I wasn't even allowed to know what was in there." 

Zylvia made a warm smile, "I think we've reached the point of trust between us, I think it is important for you to see what is down there. It is very relevant to your future here.” 

They did not hold hands, though Krystal did have an uneasy posture. She held her briefcase in her arms, her hands were crossed over it from corner to corner, covering from her waist to her chest. “You seem nervous." Zylvia-as-Amanda said.

"A little… you've always been secretive about this place.” Krystal answered honestly. 

“I know… but you are valuable, and I want you to see what's going on here. But I trust you will keep what you find to yourself?”

She nodded her head eagerly, "of course.” her eagerness clearly displaying her willingness to defer to her.. mentor? Lover? Boss? 

As they walked into another area, it almost looked like a swimming pool, but it was filled with A black oil-like substance. 

"What is this place?” Krystal asked. 

“We call it ‘The Pit.’” Zylvia answered. 

"It looks like oil… but it doesn't smell like oil.”

Zylvia shook her head, "no, it is not. It is mechanical.”

"Like hydraulics? Or hydroelectric?" Krystal asked, trying to figure out what she was looking at. 

Zylvia looked back at her with a smile and then held her hand over the liquid… it started moving up in a conical shape as the liquid touched the tip of Zylvia’s finger and left a piece of black liquid wrapped around her finger, almost like a worm wrapping itself around a branch. "Every drop has thousands of little machines, there technically is no liquid, it is all mechanical… all nanotechnology. All of it's so small, but when trillions of them are put together, it just seems to have a liquid-like state." 

Krystal clearly seemed a bit uneasy at the way the liquid reacted. “Isn't that what they're talking about on the news? Aren't companies only supposed to have small batches?" 

Zylvia nodded her head, "that is correct. Which is why I wanted you to come down here today.”

"This is illegal, and you trust me?” Krystal was unsure about what she was seeing, but there was hope in her eyes… trust… maybe love? 

Zylvia's smile reached her eyes, “well, not exactly. You are a tool to be used against Amanda.”

Suddenly there was a look of confusion on Krystal's face, after all she was looking at Amanda, right? For her, sadly no. 

With the worm between her fingers, Zylvia stepped forward aggressively, Krystal tried to run for the door but it did not open, she swung her briefcase at Zylvia, but she was much stronger, much more resilient than she looked. And she placed her hand, the meaty part of her hand just under the pinky finger into the secretary's mouth. And then slid her finger on under the woman's skirt, she bit down, but her teeth, her bite pressure was not even close to enough to break the skin of the nano-enhanced skin of a woman like Zylvia. Soon the worm crawled off of her finger, and she watched the expression on Krystal's face as they both knew what was happening.  It wasn't long before she could see their ripples of the nanotechnology flowing through her veins… and when the girl finally stopped reacting, she simply pushed her into the pit. 

It only took minutes before the woman's memories were part of the system. Behaviors, knowledge, memories were now accessible to the AI… all accessible to Zylvia. 

Using the AI she summoned another. A few minutes later another drone walked in, she stopped just a few feet before Zylvia, her large breasts and waspish waist for display, her feet still pointing down, the round helmet over her head hiding her identity, though Zylvia knew. A moment later a naked woman emerged from the pit, her skin black as pitch, as were her eyes, but she did not look like a drone. 

There were no words, their thoughts were mandated by the AI… Lyra8485 knew why she was there: To take the newest acquisition for processing. Krystal followed Lyra.

Zylvia, as Amanda walked into the pit and felt her body shifting once again. Minutes later, she re-emerged in the form of Krystal. All the nano-technology had ‘washed’ off of her, she did not look like she was dirty, her hair did not look wet. 

However, she was wearing the clothes that Krystal left behind in the pit. She picked up the briefcase that Krystal had tried to hit her with, and proceeded to the elevator. 

As she arrived on the executive floor, she stopped and grabbed 2 cups of coffee. The one she always had in her right hand, and the one for Amanda in her left.

She did the double knock that Krystal always did before entering, and walked over to Amanda who was on the phone, she placed the cup on the desk. Amanda was on the phone, technically using her blue tooth earpiece, but she lipped a thank you before turning away. That was something that Krystal had learned, when Amanda turned away from her while on the phone; leave. So, that's exactly what Zylvia did. 

She knew all the passwords, she knew everything that Krystal knew. She had access to the information hub, she had access to the appointments, and she had the right amount of access to manipulate Amanda's life. Not that it would be necessary.

The biggest problem that Zylvia would have in taking control of Amanda's life, would be the fact that the rooms were not soundproof, which was ironically something that Amanda had complained to Krystal many of times. They had to be quiet when they were doing inappropriate things. That is why they went to the hotels. 

Hours passed, and then it was time for Zylvia to bring in Amanda's lunch and they finally had a moment. “Thank you, Krystal." 

"You're welcome, Miss Chambers.” she said with that demure voice that Krystal always used.

As Zylvia stepped away, she knew exactly what was going to happen, Amanda grabbed her by her arm and pushed her over the desk and spread her legs, she lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties down to her ankles, and then her fingers moved up her legs, along her inner thighs and found her mound. She rubbed her middle finger along it, Amanda asked, “are you wet for me?" 

"I am.” came Krystal's voice through Zylvia's mouth…

“Are you looking forward to Saturday night?" Amanda asked with a darker, yet sultry tone.

"I am.”

“You are, what?" She said almost as if she was correcting her. 

“I am, Mistress." 

Without another word her skirt was pushed back down, Amanda smoothed it out, but her panties were still in the floor. She held out her finger And without so much as an instruction, Zylvia started licking her own juices off Krystal's mistress' finger.

With a wet light swat to her ass, she was sent out of the room. When there was 10 minutes left of Amanda's lunch, she went back in to collect it, and found herself on her knees, licking… like the good pet that Amanda expected Krystal to be. 

She knew that this was an opportune moment, but due to the lack of soundproofing, this was not the moment Zylvia was looking for… 

That night Zylvia went back to Krystal's apartment. She turned on Grey's Anatomy and pretended like it was a normal night for Krystal. There was an unexpected knock on the door, she opened it and it was one of her friends with tears in her eyes. Apparently she broke up with a boyfriend. Zylvia, having full knowledge, embraced the role and comforted the woman, she invited her to stay the night, and when she left for work the next morning she told her friend that she could stay there for however long…

Friday came and went, the lunch hour was just as scandalous as the day before.

She went home and Krystal's friend was still there. She expected that, so she stopped at a local Chinese restaurant, her friend's favorite, and they shared that, while they continued to watch Grey's Anatomy… A show they both had bonded over in college.

They stayed up late and woke up late on Saturday, but in the late afternoon, when the friend was in the bathroom, she faked a phone call. When she came out, Zylvia told the friend that she had a work emergency, and started getting ready. She stuffed some lingerie into a bag discreetly, and left in a business suit. 

She arrived at the hotel at 4 in the afternoon. She walked up to the receptionist, showed her ID, and given the hotel, she didn't have to show a card, the guest pass was immediatelty given. Clearly, Amanda was not there when she entered the suite, but she put her stuff down, and went to the bathroom. She wiped off her professional makeup, and gave something that was a little bit more alluring. Her eye makeup was made to look a little bit more desirable, her lips a little more kissable. She pulled on her stockings, and the camisole… a pair of heels… and of course the collar. 

She was dressed like she was waiting for a man. But this is what Amanda wanted, to remind her of her place, a decoration… and the collar to make sure she knew who she belonged to. 

She laid in the bed, in the exact position Krystal had been trained to be… an expression in both her body language and her face that screamed, ‘take me.’ almost as if it had been taken from an old movie.

Finally, there was a sound, a click at the door. Amanda's key card had accessed the room, the door opened, and there she was wearing a trench coat. When she closed the door, she opened the trench coat and revealed what she was wearing underneath. 

A black corset that barely covered her nipples and still managed to cinch her waist impossibly tight.  Her high heels were higher than normal with very thin stilettos that seemed aggressive enough to remind everyone in the room who's in charge. She wore stockings to emphgasize her legs, and a matching pair of panties that she potentially could have worn outside. She licked her crimson colored lips as she looked at her entree lying across the bed practically begging to be taken. 

“Don't you look good." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. She walked closer one step at a time, the tile floors echoing each heel as threy came down. Krystal would have felt intimidated, and yet thrilled… So Zylvia acted that way. 

Amanda stuck her index finger into the d-ring of the collar and pulled Zylvia up and forced a kiss on her. Zylvia acted passive just as Krystal had learned to do. She was pushed back down roughly, and felt as Amanda roughly squeezed her breasts and licked at them. There was no gentleness about what she was doing, Krystal might have loved the feeling of possession… but Zylvia understood something that Krystal didn't get at all, this was not about being possessed, this was not a role, this was about Amanda establishing who was in control. 

Amanda used her fingers between Zylvia's legs, whispered aggressive things into her ears, reminding her of her position, reminding them both of who she was… and she kept doing it until Zylvia came hard… just as Krystal would have… being reminded of her submission on her proverbial knees. 

And then the opportune moment came, Zylvia was thrown onto the bed aggressively, Amanda holding her shoulders down as she turned herself around, and sat on her face. “I better feel that tongue go deep, slut." 

Though her face was already smothered, she did respond with a, "yes, Mistress!”

She started with gentle licking, just as Krystal would have, long laps, and then she felt her nipples being squeezed, it told her Amanda wasn't happy… even though they both knew that she was, but that was this signal to go in…

Zylvia did, her tongue stretched in deep, deeper than Krystal ever had, and she felt the black come up from the back of her throat, worm its way around her tongue, and slowly start to slide inside of Amanda. 

It took a minute before Amanda realized something was wrong, “what is that?" She started to pull off, but Zylvia just reached up and her arms around Amanda’s thighs and held her right where she was, and kept her tongue deep inside… until the black worm was off of her tongue, she ignored every demand to let go of her and to stop…

But when she had, there was a look of horror on Amanda's face… she wasn't sure what got her first, the blackness in Krystal's Mouth, the covering of blackness on her teeth… or that she could see the movement under her skin as the nanotechnology started surging through her veins.

"Krystal, what did you do?” She asked if she was grabbing at the parts of her skin that seemed to pulse as this new substance was racing through her veins…

Zylvia responded, "I am not Krystal… I am Zylvia, formerly, Sterling.”

There was a look of shock on Amanda's face before she tried to make it to the door, but Zylvia stopped her, "it's too late for that… your phone is disabled, and you wouldn't make it to the bottom floor." 

It only took her about a minute more, and the woman stopped… Amanda, just stared ahead, waiting for input.

“Get dressed. It is time to leave.”

Amanda did not answer verbally, she simply stood up, and started fixing her outfit, and then put on the trench coat once again. 

Zylvia took off the lingerie, and put on the business outfit she had worn in. The two of them checked out, and they went to Krystal's car, Amanda's car was not there, likely she took an Uber or more likely a limo to justify the expense.

They drove to the company headquarters, even though it was late, no one tried to stop them, they entered the elevator and found themselves going down to sub-basement 4.

It didn't take long for them to be standing in front of the Pit and they both walked in, Zylvia took her place amongst the drones once more. Her breasts were the size they should be, her waist was a size that it should be, and her feet were pointing in the right direction when they were in the appropriate footwear. 

Amanda on the other hand, she did not leave as a drone, she left as the CEO that the company needed… she left as a CEO that the AI commanded… and controlled.

Epilogue

Senator Marcus walked up the stairs, his wife and daughter were behind him. As he reached the door, two men opened it for him and they were both allowed into the gala. It was a nice black tie event, he shook hands with a few people he knew. 

He almost had enough votes to get the bill that he had sponsored passed… If it did pass there would be no nanotechnology placed in humans in America for at least 20 years. And then it would be reviewed again. But he was confident that things would go the way he planned.

They were still a few holdouts, but his confident body language suggested that he could get those last few people if needed.

Somebody approached him from the left, with a hand open, “Senator Marcus! Glad you could make it." 

He eagerly returned the handshake, "Senator Green! A pleasure as always!” Pictures  were taken, the press always liked to take pictures like that, they both smiled.

Senator Green was standing next to a woman, she had blonde hair, a very tiny waist that seemed to contradict the size of her breasts, each one seemed to dwarf her head. But she wore the red dress well as it curved around her butt and hips.

Senator Marcus turned, "my wife and daughter.” Senator Green shook the other senator's wife's hand. But then he took a notice to the senator Marcus's daughter, "I didn't know you had a daughter.”

She looked at him, “his daughter can also speak for herself." 

Senator Marcus looked at her, “darling…" it was a correcting tone. 

She smiled. Someone else called Senator Marcus, then both he and his wife walked away, but the daughter stayed with Senator Green. “I've been in school for a little while, my father thought it was best to keep me out of the spotlight, I graduated with a bachelor of science in political science, and then I went to Harvard Law School.”

Senator Green smiled his bright white teeth, "so you're getting ready to join the family business.”

She shrugged her left shoulder, "maybe.”

The senator's date stepped in, “but you don't really have any claim to fame yourself right now, just an expensive law degree from a fancy college, and nepotism…” an attempt to discredit a young woman?

Senator Green turned on his date, "don't be so rude, she's clearly trying to work her own way up." 

The woman walked away, “so are you doing all the press touring with your father about this new bill." 

Again she shrugged her shoulders, "I'm honestly not sure if I 100% agree with my father.”

His eyebrows went up, "no?”

"Don't get me wrong, I totally agree with his stance on nanotechnology not being a great idea for humanity. But let's be honest, sooner or later this technology is going to be in people. Maybe it's us, maybe it's one of our friends, maybe it's one of our enemies who starts and has a head start on us…”

They were interrupted as the busty woman returned, she offered a drink to both of them… but Senator Green declined his, when the girl he was interested in declined hers with a simple explanation that she didn't drink... Or perhaps the unspoken bad experience with drinking in public in college, never accept drinks from people you don’t know. The busty woman seemed annoyed and walked away again…

But she continued, “It could start simple, get a genetic disease, you can cure it… maybe they'll find a way just to change your hair or eye color… but what happens when they decide to start making people better in the womb, what happens when half the people make their kids better before they're even born… and then there's the ones that are natural that can never keep up… not attractive enough, not fast enough, not strong enough, not smart enough… and what happens when it's one of our enemies that has it first… these are things I get worried about… things my father is oblivious to…”

A man in a suit came up, "Excuse me Miss, can I see your invitation?” 

Senator Green stood in between the woman and the security officer, "she is Senator Marcus' daughter, and currently she is my guest, please leave us both alone.”

The security guard looked back and forth between them, touched his hand to his ear and spoke quietly as he walked away. Senator Green's eyes narrowed on something, and Senator Marcus's daughter saw what he was looking at, the busty woman had tried to get her removed…

She laughed, “somebody's a little jealous. Does she not like you talking to other women?  Or is that busty women like to be the only ones whispering in your ear?" 

Senator Green laughed hardily, then gestured to a chair, "please sit… I'll be honest with you. I was planning to sign with your father, but maybe I want to hear a little bit more about your perspective…" 

She sat down with him, “I don't want to sabotage my father Senator Green… nor do I want to get him in trouble with any of his donors… there's some very expensive companies that have a vested interest in what he says." 

Senator Green laughed as he sat down with her, “ I understand, we will be discreet… but please, call me Joe.”

"Zylvia.”

The End. I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it.  For those of you confused about the Epilogue, I encourage re-reading Ch3… but to be clear, Senator Marcus is not under mind control, and he never had a daughter.  ;) xoxoxo.  I won't spell out the rest for you.And that ends this story, I hope you enjoyed, though to be honest, I am thinking about re-writing the Amanda conversion, but we will see. Thank you for progressing with me and voting! Let me know what you think in the comments below, or email me, or message me.  Don’t forget rule #5, good girl.I love you all, and thank you for taking the time to read. Xoxoxo!

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