Note:
Chapter 8 has been returned as not acceptable because of some of its content. I have decided that rather than editing it to meet Literotica's guidelines, I will just omit it. If you have been following this saga (first of all I thank you), wondering when the 'sci-fi' elements would kick off, I regret to inform you that chapter 8 would have answered a lot of those criticisms. Chapter 8 also serves as a dramatic climax to what I would consider the first of a two part story. To take away the dramatic elements just to make the contents more palatable felt like a disservice to the story.
As it is, I will summarize that Ass Fucker is dead after attempting to assault Brandi. The Units being created by the production floor are attached to the back of the neck of our heroes. These MD units create a symbiotic relationship with the host. Lastly, building security informs them that no police will be coming.
Chapter 9:
Monday morning came to the dorms quickly. Anticipation got me out of bed before Brandi and Holly.
The Dr. and Nurse Sunny were in so I did my blood test, I experienced some dizziness from the halo but was able to remain conscious this time. Dr. Hadley reported that my readings were still atypical but that the MD unit permanently affixed to my body was working properly.
I left the little clinic and went to the production floor.
Even at the early hour, there were people working on the production floor. If they cared about production numbers mine must've been stellar. Honestly, I didn't know if anyone cared about anything anymore. The world outside of this building had ceased to exist for all of us.
The women met me on the floor. Brandi with her bandaged paws. I told her how hot the scar on her face was going to be, she smiled and agreed it would be cool.
They waited with me at the elevator door. I wasn't sure if it would come or not, but at 9 on the dot, the doors opened. I hugged them both and told them I'd be back soon.
The elevator opened on the eight floor and I stepped out. The majority of this space was taken up by several rows of cubicles. Offices lined the perimeter. Each little cube was personalized with snapshots of children and dogs and spouses. Mass produced tchotchkes about individual worth and creativity. The last time I had been up here, the place had been buzzing with activity. Now, the floor itself was devoid of people.
I made my way through the maze of fabric push pinned walls until I was at the HR offices. Sat at her desk was the receptionist, a mousy young woman with dishwater hair and glasses too big for her face. I scrolled the rolodex in my mind and pulled up her name,
"Good Morning, Tiffany."
"Good morning Director", she smiled pleasantly.
It seemed odd to be so formal, with nobody in the office.
"I have an appointment this morning with your boss."
Tiffany leaned forward in her chair and checked her computer screen. I couldn't help but notice her blouse was unbuttoned and she was displaying an unprofessional amount of cleavage. The wisp of pink lace caused me to linger just a second too long. She put a hand to her chest breaking contact.
"Can I offer you something to drink, a cappuccino maybe?"
I said thanks, and took a seat while she wandered away. I had never noticed what a nice shape she had. Not that I ever spent much time on the eighth floor.
She returned with the coffee and set it down in front of me. She seemed a little nervous and unsure of herself. She leaned her butt against her desk and took a deep breath,
"So, he's not here."
"When is he coming in," I decided to play along.
"Well sir, the thing is, he hasn't been here since last Tuesday. See, ah most everyone went upstairs last Tuesday and they um, haven't come back."
I asked her,
"So, he hasn't been here since Tuesday. Tiffany, who made the appointment? And who sent the elevator for me?"
She looked at me sheepishly,
"I did sir."
I took another sip of my coffee. Just a dusting of nutmeg.
"How long have you been watching me Tiffany?"
"How do you know that?" She blushed.
"The coffee, just the way I like it."
I stood and reached around her, she shrank back just a little. I turned her computer monitor to face me. Sure enough, there was a live video feed. Seemingly thousands of cameras covering the production floor, the gym, the showers, the dorm, and of course my office.
I was close enough to hear her breathing quickly.
"You like watching me Tiffany?"
"Yeh, yes. Yes sir." She whispered.
I put my hands on either side of her on the desk.
"Why am I here?" I growled.
She was trapped by my arms, the little mouse caught with her cheese.
"I, I just, I thought it was time. I wanted to answer your questions."
I sat back down. She retreated to her own chair.
"What questions would that be?"
She took a minute to compose herself.
"Well, for one, that MD unit on your neck. It's not just for regulating your hormones and enzymes. It's designed to make people docile."
I thought about it for a minute. I didn't feel particularly docile.
"I thought that's what the Moist Drippings were doing?"
She nodded,
"In part, see, the sodas introduce the passifying uh, molecule, but the MD unit allows someone to activate it remotely."
This was new information.
"How would they do that?"
She shrugged and looked apologetic.
"And how do you know all of this Tiffany?"
She gestured toward the computer monitor and its plethora of tiny screens showing the goings on in the building.
"I have access to those files, because I'm in HR. I guess companies figure it's important to have Human Resources watching everything and 'controlling' things."
"Wait, Companies? Plural?"
She continued,
"Yes, sir. This is world wide. They're going to change everything. I mean, they already have."
Well of course, this was the end of the world. The complete control and domination of every person on earth, all in the hands of a few oligarchs,and their human resources secretaries.
"And why isn't it working on me?"
She hesitated,
"Nobody knows, but, yes there have been a few outliers."
I asked if Ass Fucker had also been an outlier.
"He was, I guess the thing is it's related to um, like, psychosis."
I smiled wolfishly,
"Do I seem psychotic to you Tiffany?"
"Well, uh sir, no. But, you've never seemed, uh, typical."
Perceptive little mouse. I thought the Ghost had been doing a better job.
"Well, is that everything?"
I got to my feet.
She actually blushed,
"Yes, sir. I mean no."
Tiffany stood, took off her glasses, her eyes stared at me in that unfocused way the nearly blind do without their glasses. She did her best to look at me. She cleared her throat,
"I was hoping we could.", her voice trailed off.
"Just like that Tiffany?"
"It's not like I don't know you, I've been watching you, I know what you like. I could do those things too."
"Look, you're very pretty, and I'm flattered. It's just that I'm sort of taken right now."
She stared up at me not quite knowing what to say. I tried to take pity on her.
"What things could you do?"
"I could do all of those things, the oral and the bondage and all of that."
I smiled at the thought. Of this pretty little office professional tied up and on her knees.
"Oh, have you had much experience?"
