Side-Plan 1: Lex Lays a Foundation... and ... using Lois Lane and Superman

Author's Note: This chapter is a derivation on a chapter originally written by the always amazing Colleem. As this version of the Luthor Agenda will be reposted other places, I've adapted and rewritten this chapter so it's my own work -- this is not meant to either deny Colleem's work or misrepresent my own, and I gratefully acknowledge Colleem's influence and intent here and on the Luthor Agenda.

Lex sat back in his chair. It was almost like a throne, sitting up on a dais in a darkened room. A computer or desk could be swung into place automatically, but mostly this was where Lex went to think.

When Lex thought... things happened.

"You called for me, Master?"

Lex turned to look. Ovyah was there, now in a grey minidress and thigh high boots, her blue hair bound up into a bun, a clipboard in her hands. She wasn't in her public 'personal assistant' mode now, which made sense, Lex supposed. They were alone, after all.

"Yes. I wanted to get some clarifications... and begin to set my overall agenda into motion."

"I thought that's what we were doing with Mercy."

"Mercy is a test run for the core processes," Lex said. "The agenda will have many aspects, not all of which may make sense to you at first."

"I... am actually functionally omniscient, Mister Luthor."

"You would be surprised." Lex half-smiled. "Functionally omniscient, mm? So you know who Superman really is?"

"Of course."

"And could tell me?"

"With an appropriately desire-laden wish, I could."

Lex nodded. "Fortunately for me, I already know the Kryptonian's disguised himself as Clark Kent and married Lois Lane. I'd hate to have to use 'appropriately desire-laden wishes' to figure out every little side aspect of my plans." He snorted. "That's the difference between your so-called 'omniscience' and actual knowledge, Ovyah. I've done the work and collected the evidence. I don't simply perceive, I know."

Ovyah opened her mouth, but then decided to hold her tongue.

"But... that's a good place to start. Superman. Lois. The Kents. I suppose I could use an appropriately desire-laden wish to destroy Superman outright, yes?"

"Of course. I've done such before, as my Master wished."

"Mm. Such as?" Lex arched an eyebrow.

"Well... there was once a vizier who incarnated me. He wanted to rule his kingdom, as viziers are wont to do. And... what was more, he wanted to marry the royal princess who was to be the next Queen, which was also typical of a vizier's desires."

"I'm already bored," Lex murmured.

"Then let me entertain you. The princess had an intended. A most noble knight. And she had a sister, who was a bit of a flirt. So he used wishes to set the pair up to be implicated. I could have **** them into an actual tryst, but he didn't want that. Instead, he let the scandal grow out of falsehood. And then..."

"Yes?"

"Then he wished to have his intended bound nude to a bed. He wished to have her fiancé set before her, also nude. And he wished to have her sister, also nude, set to his side. And he wished to compel the sister to manipulate the knight's manhood, letting both sisters and the knight hear his wish as he made it. And he wished that with the moment the knight came upon his intended bride, his heart would explode and he would die... and both sisters would orgasm uncontrollably until he bade them stop."

Lex arched an eyebrow, a smile touching his lips. "And?"

"And the knight tried valiantly to avoid his fate... knowing his beloved would blame herself... he couldn't even look away... couldn't stop himself from using his own desire for her as his fantasy... the sister's fingers expert and relentless though she too would give anything to stop. And when he couldn't stand it any longer, his **** was ecstatic, and the two women who most loved him knew nothing but unimaginable, almost torturous pleasure in its wake."

"So what happened to the vizier?"

Ovyah shrugged. "He married the princess. He took her sister as a concubine. He ended up keeping a stable of concubines -- all lovely daughters of his court's nobility, and let his own desires and their captivity fuel wishes that imposed his will upon his world. He ruled for generations, before ultimately coming to a very bad end."

"Why would he come to a bad end? Wouldn't he take precautions? He had your wishes, after all."

"Yes, Mister Luthor. But his imagination was... limited. And when you make that many enemies and so few friends... it's amazing how creative assassins become."

Lex smiled a bit more. "It is indeed. And that is why I don't intend to simply destroy Superman... even if it would be fun to watch. A wise man makes certain he has far more friends than enemies. And a vindictive one makes certain his enemies suffer. I promise you, Miss Lane and Superman will both suffer quite a bit... but their suffering will serve my overall agenda, and my allies will grow stronger than that damnable Kryptonian could ever believe."

Ovyah looked at Lex, then nodded. "Of course, Mister Luthor. Do you wish to conquer Miss Lane with your erect dick while Superman watches?"

"Again -- too simple. And such mind control doesn't last, I've found. No... we'll break the power couple the old fashioned way." He chuckled. "Through addiction and betrayal, leading inexorably to a bad, bad end. Ovyah? You can manifest in more than one place at a time, correct?"

"Yes, Mister Luthor."

"Then I've got two wishes for you."

"Yes, Mister Luthor!"

"My first wish is for you to draw Superman to some remote location, where he will encounter an irresistible woman. He will not be able to stop himself from fucking her -- from fucking you -- for hours. And I wish that act will be so pleasurable, so all consuming and all intense, that it will literally addict him. He will need and crave what he can only get that way, and any denial will drive him almost insane with hunger. Do you understand?"

"I do. Do you want me to be myself, or someone else?"

"I don't care about the details, Ovyah. Just the results."

Ovyah smiled a bit. "Of course, Mister Luthor. I'll... maximize efficiency, then. I assume you'd appreciate that. Your wish is granted."

"Whatever, so long as it works. As for my second wish... I wish that Lois Lane will begin to... hunger... for orgasm. For a man's touch. Her need will grow and grow. But she won't be able to climax -- not with her hands, not with toys, not with men, and not with Superman -- the only man she'll be able to climax with will be me. And when that hunger is fulfilled, she will come equally as powerfully as Superman does -- with all the same overwhelming pleasure and sheer addiction. Is that understood?"

Ovyah nodded. "Yes, Master. No man other than you, no toy, and no self-pleasure will bring Lois Lane to ecstacy, and when she does climax it will be with addictive pleasure and intensity. That wish is also granted." She smiled a bit more. "I do appreciate your methodology."

"You can imagine my delight at hearing that," he said, dryly. "Come. Let's get back to Mercy and our tests."