Pick up a new bitch

You looked at Monica, still asleep, her body and the floor around her sticky and coated with semi-dried semen, and then turned and looked at your "guest", the man who was otherwise very much abusive to his partner (The woman who, after you introduced yourself and handed her your card with badge, instantly guessed your purpose and whole-heartedly agreed). "Guess there's not much for introductions at the moment."

"MMShdsrew"

You shrugged. "Yes, I know, she's not much to look at...but she's still a hell of a good fuck. Amazing what infections can do, though." You walked over and picked up a syringe and slowly took out a vial. "I don't have to guess what's really going on between you and your friend, though from the looks of things, I'd say that you're not really all that much to look at."

The man's eyes grew wide as you turned and walked over to him. He tried to shift, to move his body away from you but the restraints that you had placed on him held him firmly to the chair. The muscle relaxant also helped a bit. "Now, you shouldn't feel too much of the needle going into you. What you should look, though, is that this," he waved in front of the man's eyes, "this will be enough to turn you into her more than anything."

He struggled mightily and you wondered for a moment what he would be saying if you removed the gag. A part of you didn't really mind that you were going to be purposefully infecting someone and condemning them to a live of serving you and worshipping you and your cock. Hell, you did it all the time really with the group of women at home. Still, there was a morally ethical purpose behind your actions.

Plus, you just hated when men slapped women. Call it a personal peeve. You weren't all moral and making conflated judgments on propriety. No, you just didn't like it when people used their size to put down others. Not when you had perhaps the strongest muscle on the island with a multi-billion dollar back to boot.

"Don't worry, Mr. Jenkins, your corporation will be very well-cared for. I hear that your significant other will be informed by your mistress who you so lovingly slapped in front of many people today in the pool area. She was so kind too, made a nice donation to my company to cover our initial expenses." You injected the syringe into the man's neck and pumped the contents clear into his body. You made sure to note the contents of the vial and the symptoms already beginning to manifest themselves in the man. Sweats were always the first and he was already beginning to drip onto the floor. Next came the skin discoloration and the jaundiced look in his eyes. Within moments, he was moaning as much as the gag in his mouth would let him, twitchy and sporadic in nature.

"Man, you got it bad, Mr. Jenkins," you taunted again before you noticed that Monica was stirring from her sleep and you smiled, reaching down and helping her up. "Meet my wife, Monica, to whom you were so lovingly calling various profanities. Monica, this is Mr. Jenkins, 100% pure human trash and the most recent addition to the corporation testing program."

Monica smiled knowingly as she leaned over and tweaked the man's right nipple, causing him to scream in pain but, to both of your surprise, there was also a reaction as his cock twitched. "Oh, baby, I think he's smelling you."

You looked at the man whose eyes were barely open and unfocused, his nose whiffing and sniffing. "I think you're right, Mon. I think the little bitch's starting to get needy. But what to do with him?"

She looked at him for a moment and then turned back and gave you a lingering kiss. "I'm your one and only black slut, babe, but you don't have a girl from South of the Border, y'know. Would be nice to have another black hair among all that blonde ass."

You smiled and looked over at Mr. Jenkins. "Congrats, Mr. Jenkins, looks like I have a role for you after all..."