End: #75—Desires Made Real

"Lex Luthor you son of a bitch!" Mercy Graves swore.

A deep pins-and-needles sensation penetrated both of the women. Like the sensation of falling asleep on an arm, only to wake up and the most exquisite pain as circulation is restored runs through the affected limb. Only it covered their entire body. The red kryptonite radiation penetrated skin and bone. Activated the bits of Kryptonian and Bizarro DNA that Lois Lane had been exposed to.

Up in the control room, Luthor steepled his fingers together and stared at the screen. According to experiments, this variety of red kryptonite made manifest the subject's deepest desires as a kind of psychic projection. With the Bizarro DNA overtaking the Kryptonian DNA that Luthor's retrovirus had seeded throughout Lois Lane's body...he was curious how she would react to the red K.

The reporter shivered all over. Already, he could see the tell-tale signs of the Bizarro DNA taking effect. Her silky smooth skin looked rough and chalky. The violet eyes flashed suddenly, and Mercy collapsed, suddenly weak as a kitten. The reporter ran a rough tongue over lips that were now slightly blue. Stiff, chalky fingers ran down Mercy's naked body.

"Me am no want your cunt," Lois Lane rasped, her voice shrill and ragged. "What you not want?"

Mercy stared up at her...and Luthor leaned forward as his naked bodyguard's eyes flashed blue, just like Lane's. The muscular young woman's lips quivered for a moment, and then she said:

"Me no am want your cunt too."

Lois Lane grinned—and moved on her swiftly. Pressed her lips against Mercy's, pressed her hips against the other woman's. A bead of sweat ran down Luthor's forehead as, beneath the crimson glow of the kryptonite, Lois and Mercy wrestled for position. Lois was agressive, strong, dominant; Mercy was supplicant, weak, submissive. It wasn't long before Lois had gotten them both in a position where they could trib, each cunny crushed against the other, Lois relentless in how she humped and rubbed, groped and fondled.

The more contact they had with each other, the faster the changes spread. Lois Lane was almost completely chalk-pale now, with cheekbones sharp as flint, ears oddly blocky. Mercy was already paling...the muscular body softer now, sort of blocky. She moaned and writhed like an animal, utterly subserviant as Lois Lane's lips curled back. Like two unfinished sculptures, caught in a moment of mutual ecstasy.

"Is that what you wanted, Lane?" Luthor whispered to himself. "Someone like you? Someone as horny as you? Is it the Bizarro DNA that shifts your sexual preference, or is this who you have been all this time?"

They couldn't hear him. Lost in their frantic coupling, the friction of cunt on cunt. Lois Lane ran her rough tongue over stony, pale skin, and Mercy arched her back and clung to her, with an expression of utter ecstasy that Luthor had never seen on her face.

With an effort, the bald billionaire tore his gaze away. All of this was being recorded. He could review the footage later, privately. For right now, there were other things to do. Concoct a cover story for Lois Lane and Mercy Graves' disappearance. Arrange cells for them. Devise further experiments. Luthor wasn't sure how long the effects of the red kryptonite—or the retroviral changes—would last, but Lois and Mercy seemed ideal test subjects.

Already, his genius intellect began to sift through the possibilities. How to isolate the effect, reproduce it, weaponize it. No, Luthor thought to himself, Lois Lane's night out could not end here. Not on such a promising line of discovery. She would have to be his guest a little longer...

Mercy's cries of pleasure rattled the windows of the control room. Luthor ignored them. For all her loyalty, she meant no more to him than any other test subject...and if fucking her kept Lois Lane happy, he would gladly let her have Mercy for as long as she pleased.