Lex begins to refine the process for the Master Plan

Lex Luthor strode into yet another of his sub-basement staging grounds in Lexcorp tower. Behind him, Ovyah strode with equal confidence. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, now, and she wore a black mini-dress uniform with white blouse. More than one person who saw her noticed the similarity between her new uniform and Mercy Graves's standard attire. They also noticed that Mercy Graves was nowhere to be seen.

This particular sub-basement didn't see a lot of use, really. Angular machines with atypical spires and inscriptions in nigh-unreadable languages were surrounded by various smoldering energy pits. The effect was somewhere between Nanda Parbat and Apokalips by way of an occult bookstore and a Maker lab.

"I hadn't realized you had such interest in the mystical arts, Mister Luthor," Ovyah said.

"It would be foolish to neglect magic, given the impact it has had on the world and on my own projects in the past," Lex said. "Even if we simply considered the Amazon, magic is worth serious study. Later, I had reason to pursue alchemy and transmutation. I had godhood in my grasp that day... and greater capacity and knowledge than even yours."

"Not really, but let's pretend. But you were failed by the human element, if I understand correctly."

"You do. My asset chose to rebel. She destroyed my chance to gain unity with Brainiac and Godhood on a scale unimaginable. In the process, she nearly destroyed Earth and the human race out of spite, thanks to her invocation of Darkseid infused with Brainiac's technologies." He half-smiled. "Honestly, that impulse I understand. One of very few, when it came to her." He looked at Ovyah. "She's still my best resource when it comes to magic, of course. Though she has been... inaccessible for some time."

"Mister Luthor," one of the lab technicians -- one with a strange, almost pulsing vein of reddish energy along his skin -- a hallmark of his arcane work for Lexcorp -- walked up to Lex and Ovyah. "If... you're speaking of Tala... she's... she's dead."

"I'm well aware, being the one who killed her. It still irks me that she chose to disrupt the ritual purely because I was murdering her. But, women can be fickle. Before now, that meant Tala was burning in whatever Hellish afterlife awaited her, and good riddance. But now? Now so many closed doors are reopening."

"But... but how?" The tech looked incredulous. "All the rites and seances we and independent contractors have tried--"

"I imagine you're curious. Nuture that feeling, and while you're doing that? Get out and bring everyone else with you. Ovyah and I have work to do -- alone."

The Tech paused, then half-bowed and withdrew, the other workers and techs going with him. Security systems stopped recording at the same time. Standard procedure -- no one outside of Lois Lane or the Batman was foolish enough to try and capture incriminating evidence of Lex Luthor at work in his own home.

Ovyah arched her eyebrow at one worktable. Her lamp was there, underneath some glass-like dome, systems analyzing it across multiple spectra. "What do you hope to find out from my lamp?" she asked.

"In science, sometimes the point is finding out what is, instead of searching for an answer you already know. We didn't know anything about your lamp, so of course we studied it."

"Prudent. What did you learn?"

"That it has an unidentifiable quantum signature that places it outside of any known multiversal configuration and that whatever universe that was had truly terrible brass smelting and alloying techniques. I would imagine your home universe's saxophones sounded terrible. Otherwise, there's nothing of interest in it."

"Yes, well, I could have told you that." She paused. "And I always preferred the flute, but that's as may be." She turned back to Lex. "So. Do you have work for me?"

"Of course. We're going to bring Tala back. And we're going to make certain that this time she's in no position to act against my interests."

"And this is part of your plan to improve your three phase procreative process?"

"Precisely. I am a scientist, among many other things. I recognize your talents as essentially algorithmic -- your 'wishes' are simply a rather esoteric object oriented environment we're still refining for proper use. Still, that puts you in the sciences as well."

"Any comment I make would only make you angry," Ovyah said. "Though I admit I'm tempted to make a 'point and click' joke."

"That's interface." Lex rolled his eyes. "Never mind. The point is this... I have learned one lesson the hard way time and again, and I try never to forget it now."

"Which is?"

"When science fails you? Try the humanities. Strip."

Ovyah arched an eyebrow, beginning to move with a sway of her hips even as she let her coat slide to the floor--

"Don't bother. You don't have to be seductive to take your clothes off."

"You should review those humanities you mentioned. You seem to be rusty." Still, Ovyah took her clothing off more quickly. "Now what?"

"Now... come over here." Lex nodded towards a circular rack of jagged Atalantian orichalcum.

"Mm. It's been a very Atlantic sort of day," Ovyah murmured.

Lex ignored her words, even as he slid an arm around the djinn. "All right, my dear. Here then is my next wish." He smiled, running his hand along Ovyah's back. "I wish that the mage Tala would be drawn out of the quanta, firmament, and finality she has found herself in, recombining and reforming bound in this rack, arms and legs spread, nude, her magical power itself restored but fueling the rack holding her, and more aroused than she has ever been."

Ovyah half-smiled. "Granted," she said.

There was a ripple of light, followed by a sudden thunderclap and a burst of energy -- it looked all consuming, crackling with negative focus and exotic matter even as magic and hellish super science combined and shuddered. Within the focus of the burning fire a silhouette could be seen -- almost exactly the same sort that had been Lex's last view of Tala as the ritual that was to restore Brainiac consumed her. It looked no more comfortable in reverse.

Tala screamed and writhed in pain as her flesh returned to corporeal and her power was bound up into the rack. She twisted and yelled. "What have you done?" she howled, before spasming and falling as much as the hanging rack would allow, draped and exhausted. And yes, Lex could see that moisture had begun to collect between her spread legs, and despite the exhaustion of painful rebirth, her hips were moving, just slightly.

"Ah, Tala," Lex said. "It has been some time. Do you have anything to say to me? An apology, perhaps? Some begging?"

"I haff nothing to say to you!" Tala shrieked raggedly in her thick Slavic accent, slowly lifting her head, her long purple hair bedraggled and burnt, her almond eyes reflecting nothing but hate.

"Really?" Lex smirked. "You always were so good at trying to ingratiate yourself back into my good graces. Or, indeed, anyone's good graces if they could protect you and make you feel special."

"That was before you murdered me!" Tala shrieked.

"And that was after you betrayed me and released Grodd. Actions have consequences, as you should well know."

"So should you!" She slowly smiled despite both her pain and growing ardor. "After all, Lex dahling, your actions led to the destruction of the last link to Brainiac and your complete failure. You ended up being consumed by the Anti-Life Equation, your Society broken and your plans all laid to waste!"

"Yes indeed. The difference between you and me is I recovered from that all on my own. You needed me to bring you back. Me... and your replacement." He looked at Ovyah. "She's significantly better than you ever were at your job. And a better lover, now that I think about it."

"I haff contended with the Phantom Stranger as an equal! You think me impressed with some Lust Djinn?" She snorted. "I feel her power on me now... caressing me... causing hormones to flow and thoughts to rise unbidden. Despite my pain and hate I grow increasingly more amorous, but do not fool yourself, Lex. I know what she is doing and I am not fooled by it."

Lex snorted. "Why would I possibly want to fool you, Tala. I just need some information from you. Once I have it, I'm going to archive you like any other reference material. Your growing lustful hunger isn't meant to torment you or distract you. It's just a conduit."

"A... conduit?" Tala's eyes widened. "A tantric induction."

"If you say so." He slipped his coat off, hanging it on the back of a chair, stepping around behind Ovyah, whose nude body seemed to be glistening in the light. "I have a process using Ovyah's singular talents and abilities, whereby I can inseminate an appropriate vessel, impregnate and gestate the result within a few minutes, birth the result, and bring them to adulthood within a few minutes. The process gives them a psychological, physical, mental, and cultural understanding, but does not replace the socialization that they would normally undergo over time." He smiled, slowly. "Which is where magic comes in."

"You want your little fuck Djinn's power enhanced with a magical encapsulation and environment. A mythic and fantastic, imaginative and most of all interactive world that would allow your children to be fully acclimated by the end of your process." Tala laughed derisively. "Why would I possibly tell you how to go about that?"

"Like you said. I'm not going to ask. I'm just going to know."

"And what? Leave me pregnant and gestating your next spawn?"

"You?" Lex laughed. "I have higher standards than that, Tala. Still. This should be... rather pleasant for you. I hope you appreciate that."

"I'll see you burn in--"

"Ovyah!" Lex said, stepping behind the djinn, unzipping his pants. "I am going to hammer the living daylights out of you. Have each thrust enter Tala, every move and pleasurable feeling either of us feel quintupled in her body, and have every lustful thought and surge of pleasure liberate more of her knowledge and thoughts, compiling them and creating a full understanding of what I seek to accomplish, along with what and who I'll need to do it. And when I come, she comes and transfers the information to me, leaving her nigh ****, dreaming for hours of the pleasure she has felt and of me as its sole source. Oh, and render her barren for all time. Let's not have any accidents."

"Lex!!!" Tala shouted.

"Granted," Ovyah purred--

Lex drove into the djinn from behind without preamble, hilting his cock in her pussy as deeply as it could go, causing Ovyah to convulse with the sudden sensation and pleasure. Up on the rack, Tala suddenly shrieked, her own body moving and reacting in time, **** even as the magified pleasure rippled through her body.

Lex moved faster, eyes on the woman in the rack as she twisted and screamed, the overwhelming sexual experience more than even her discipline could endure. With each thrust Tala felt deeply held knowledge break free and flood through her thoughts uncontrollably, fusing with the sheer lust that was rapidly becoming the only sensation she could identify. Faster and faster he thrust and faster and faster Tala's mind yielded up a lifetime of secrets, synthesizing them into a burning knowledge in exactly the form Lex wanted....

Ovyah shuddered... Lex tensing, then thrusting hard as djinn and master both came, and the double climax, magnified by five times apiece exponentially obliterated Tala's entire world in a maelstrom of pleasure, the knowledge flooding out of her core and into Lex's comprehension of the universe.

Lex moaned, eyes closing as he leaned back. He pushed Ovyah in the middle of her back, pushing her down to the floor. "I wish my cock were instantly clean," he murmured, feeling the djinn's juices vanish in a tingle of light and letting him adjust his pants. He then walked over to Tala. "Apology... accepted," he said to the **** woman with a slight smile. He lifted his wrist to his mouth, toggling a comm in one of his cufflinks. "There is a test subject in containment receptacle Or-C-9. Clean and archive it, maximum security, Q protocols in effect." He turned and began to walk out of the room. "Keep up, Ovyah."

"You got what you needed, I trust," Ovyah said, herself none the worse for wear.

"Of course. And with it... the next major side project of the master plan."

"The... next side project? Was your last side project not a simple test of my capabilities and **** on your enemies?"

"Don't be ridiculous. It serves a part in my plan. It just does so in a particularly satisfying way."

"So what is this next side project?"

"Something I knew would come, eventually." He sounded as smug as always. "We need to kidnap a member of the Justice League, and we need to get away with it clean." He chuckled. "Of course, after resurrecting the dead as a form of information technology, it seems less daunting a task than it used to be."